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Hi Christy! Yes, the June 20 2018 show was in Dublin at the National Theater. You were performing solo. It was an amazing gig. Thank you for your reply.
Walter Lang III
I’ll get the archive team onto it when they return from the dark ages
Really enjoyed your last session, the harmony s we’re wonderful, the guitar sounded amazing too, I know u said u tune the E string up to F, great full sound there, years playing the bodhran gives you a great bounce on the right hand, over all mighty live sound. I know how hard it is to equalze an accoustic.i was pretty good behind the auld mixing board but too many years with a 15″ speaker at my lug my hearing is shot.
Just wanted to let you know you never lost a thing.in fact your voice and playing are getting better and better. Ok now back to that reclusive 5 string banjo that I’m adamant I will master…
I began hitting the Bodhrán in 1972…it definitely helps my rhythm when strumming the box….
my hearing deteriorated a few years back..I got hearing pods, it’s made a huge difference…..
feckin great yokes..
I heard a spider’s fart last night
Just tuned in on time to RTE/ comic relief to hear you singing The Voyage via your old Nokio accompanied with such wonderful animation. Maith thú. Ar fheabh! 😊
it worked out well…Ray Darcy pulled it all together….we’re from opposite ends of the Curragh Plains
Oops Christy! Apologies was thinking about Chrissie………
Hey Christie and Andy,
Magical set – thanks so much!
First your tribute to Bob Dylan, 79??? That means it is now 39 years since my pal Chrissie and I marvelled that he was still going at 40 when we saw him at Earls Court in 1981!
Second your wonderful harmonies, such a treat – more please.
Third – The Time has Come – one of my favourite songs ever, can’t listen without crying, beautiful rendition from you both.
If I may be permitted another request, hope this may be possible. Viva la Quinta Brigada please, would certainly make my personal Desert Island Discs.
Christy, thank you for another great session. Another great lockdown session has just appeared, for a very limited time (9 pm tonight) before it disappears into the ether, on YouTube, courtesy of Lankum, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ra0XfyflH4E&feature=youtu.be – live from Kilkenny Castle as part of #Courage2020. Radie Peat like a one woman band as they reimagine the Wild Rover. I think that the tradition is in safe hands.
I missed the bus
Good afternoon Christy,
Tomorrow it’s the derby at the Curragh, nobody can sneak in to watch by louping the rails, so the tv it is.
Santiago is the jolly favourite ( tipped up for a derby win on this very site 5 weeks ago) , and perhaps a rendition of Derby Day might be somewhere in the locker?
What a glorious site the Curragh lands are at 7am any day, the strings of johnny Murtagh and mr Weld gently lobbing up ‘ the old vic’ in responsive pairs, the sun over the mountains afar, gnarled old men standing at the back of horse boxes, a curlew’s call, oh to be there for this weekend, next year it shall be, for Derby Day.
I had a gallop at “derby day” but could not canter….it just dont seem to be movin for me..I’ll leave it out to pasture for another season
My little boy was watching the news at ten,
He turned to me and said, dad ,is the world gonna end.
I turned to see the anguish in his eyes
I took him by the hand ,
Said son someday you’ll realise.
Good news don’t sell,
The devil don’t get his dues
Until u visit hell,
Even the weather man has nothing good to tell.
Good news don’t sell.
Years ago a friend of mine fell on hard time,
He lost most everything including his mind,
Now and then I’d visit him to pass the time away,
When I’d ask him for good news,
This is what he’d say.
Good news don’t sell,
The devil don’t get his dues
Until you visit hell
Even the weather man has nothing good to tell,
Good news don’t sell.
There’s a wreck on highway nine,
I heard someone lost their life
There’s a storm heading our way ,
you’d better button down,
Gasoline just went up again,
The world has gone to hell.
Good news don’t sell.
Sorry for the screw up.i put the wrong song up first.
Thanks for sharing Marty..
I’ll have another listen with the lyric to hand
Lock down pàirt sè was great thank you once again CM..
You and Andy ..reminded me of dad ..one time Coming from Arann. We just finished fishing at “Carraig and Míle”.he passed me the the “halmadóir ” .I steered into port with massive ferries towering above us . Its was a great feeling…
On Zimmerman.I love that poem/song ..stick with it’s more than the bones it’s really good… Minnesota lad is some lad ..I’m pretty sure hes been listening to Lisdoonbhearna….. “multitudes “.
No sighting of the badgers since the heavens opened.I even searched after dark wearing my sceartàn contraption.Seems the noise attracts bats!! She swooped way too close for comfort .!Bats and badgers have a bad reputation but I think it’s all unfounded.
Muintir Arànn voted stop people coming in and some lad in Dublin Castle insisted they have to let people in.
It reminded me of the sentinal island out near India. If you set one single toe on their shore they spear you stone dead .
It all started because way back the British came there and brought desiese ..their solution ? Kill anyone that attempts to come ashore again !!And guess what ? No cases of the virus there. …There is a video about them here
Im off to get some spears and head for Inish Barra!!
Have a grand Day CS 15
P.S .udder cream words just as good as that WD40… take my word for it a mhac!!!
I’ll never forget the time I gigged on the Sentinel Islands….I also played on Sherkin, Cape Clear, Inis Mór, Inis Meain,Inis Iarr, Jersey, Guernsey and Tasmania….
Dylan did a cover of Lisdoon but has not released it yet..I live in hope..
thats lovely what you shared, tú féin agus do athair insan bád
Sorry wrong song.
Great, millions of parent childer combos, missed most of them, thanks all who contributed names.
Christy, No Southern Wind Blows. The box set, lilac, took me a while to find it in my jumble, but playing it now. The emotion in your voice, quiet, controlled, but filled with sadness. Beautiful. May I ask when you recorded that version?
Have you read David Beresford:s ‘Ten Men Dead’? A unique, terribly moving book, based as it is on the actual inmates communications in the Kesh at the time. Names like The Dark, BiK, Brownie, Marcella, all the comms used. What forbearance!
Another great example of man’s inhumanity to man.
I remember you were a great source of comfort to many at that time, and indeed many other times. Not going all political here, just human.
Maybe you might find a space for Southern Winds some of these weeks? Would love Andy’s harmonies on that one! Stay safe.
circa 1996…never gigged it…it came via my brother Andy who met the writer in california in the 80s
Ii should have spent more time with you back then
But how was I to know.
I opened up the letter that you wrote back in 1988,
The smell off pipe tobacco that you smoked was still on the page,
I read every line that you wrote
It took me back in time.
It was long ago and far away,
But tonight your still on my mind.
Hear the wind blows,
As it whistles along the cherry Vine
Hear the rain as it beats a Melody in my mind,
Back in time, mmmmmm
Years have melted away all the memories that I used to own.
And the image of your face is not so clear to me any more,
But every now and then,
I visit the place I was born ,
A little two room cottage by the sea
That I used to call my home.
There I hear the wind blow.
As it whistles along the cherry vine
I hear the rain as it beats a Melody in my mind,
Back in time mmmmmm.
Thirty years flew by like thirty days,
Seasons come and go,
I should have spent more time with you,
But how was I to know,
Every now and then I visit the place I was born,
A little two room cottage by the sea,
That used to be my home,
There I hear the wind blow
As it whistles along the cherry vine
I hear the rain ,as it beats a Melody in my mind.mmmmmmmm.
Written for my dad he passes away in 87.used to smoke the pipe, condor tobacco, the smell is still on those pages..enjoy Christy.
Hi Christy, thanks for another great session, and special thanks to Andy as well! I really enjoy the duets, go on with that!
Only sad to see that some of the topics are still relevant today (or even worse: become more serious and urgent again). When will we ever learn??? Hopefully the power of the songs will have a positive effect, at least it’s always worth trying. So keep on singing and fighting!
its hard to know what to say
‘God moving the furniture’ was my Dad’s line about thunder…maybe,it was being shuffled,the porter casks could be put in place!
Really enjoying repeated viewings of all lockdown sessions,and different moods/touches as recent events unfold.No surprise that ‘the song and dance man’ has a regular presence.
Terrific to get Andy’s harmonies too…Richard Thompson’s occasional duets with son,Teddy is a lovely combo that comes to mind,in response to an earlier post.
Heaven’s door will be throwing down rain soon,I’d say…but lots of good music to be had in the dry bunker.
Have a good day
I think its time to get up and stir the porridge….
Your intro re Kildare/Sydney: I remember my dear brother Tony (now sleeping with angels) enthusing to me in a pub in Paddington, Sydney about this Irish bloke Christy Moore who’s music he had discovered …back in early “90’s…I didn’t pick up the trail till a few years ago.
At my old school – St. Augustine’s,Maryborough, Vic., Aust. – only 20 boys at school – so we had a footy team ! – school teams were Kildare, Kilbride & Padua.
(BTW – COVID strikes again in Oz…)
Wrote this 10 years ago, it’s still true.
Hey Marty…some real neat pickin there comrade,,,that box ringin real sweet….takes many years to get that syncopation reverberatin….I got so involved with finger style I kinda missed out on the lyrics of “Good News Dont Sell” could you run them past us like a dacent man…thanks for sharing
Wonderful session #6! Great tribute to Mr. Zimmerman. First time I saw him live was about 35 years ago was with my wife. I’d had always said I though he was a little over-rated until that night. I was mesmerized and have remained so since. She never lets me forget it. Watching you sing with your son was a special treat for all of the fathers out here. Great connection; great songs! Wonderful! Stay safe. Looking forward to next week!
Bob dont lie down beneath no laurels
he keeps kickin out the jambs
he dont fawn over no nobels
he’ll stop the van,go talk to thirsty ducks ( 12-3-8-9)
Ah Christy, a beautiful session! Nice mention of Nicky Ryan. He managed Clannad when I organised a gig or two for them, in the afore-mentioned Dundalk Town Hall. I think Enya’s solo career was born during one of those gigs…
We brought our Christo to a Bonn hospital for an operation as a child. We got talking Ireland, Irish music with the medical team, as one does over here…turned out the anaesthetist for Christo was the anaesthetist for Nicky when he was rushed into a Bonn hospital with a heart problem during a Clannad tour early 80s!
Andy sure sings well, beautiful harmonies, subtle, not too obvious, but gorgeous. I am looking forward to seeing him between yourself and Declan on stage when the touring starts up again.
Great choice of songs, lovely blend, all too fast, too soon over. But magic. Do things seem to run faster when you sing duet? I am not well up on these things, other posters here will probably know, but are there any other father and son combos on the circuit anywhere?
“When it was time she held the door, and touched his shallow face” Jesus. Poor Patsy, and the rest. Ray died the same day…Ray used to come to my Irish classes back in the day, accompanied by a couple of friends, and the inevitable unmarked but totally obvious car parked across the road…
Christy, those lines capture the heartbeat of a country, a time, a momentous event in just a few words. The fantastic ability yourself and your songwriters and music writers, good man Donal, have to capture the mood, to portray the image, to chronicle Irish history, social, cultural and political, is far and away better, more vivid, more poignant than any words Tim Pat Coogan or Daniel Corkery or any of them could ever use. I marvel at that skill, and I shed a wee tear at times for the people presented to us so vividly. Thanks for that. Mind yourselves these days.
Your mention of Raymond McCreesh reminds me of “No Southern Wind Blows” ,a song written by Tom McCreesh. Your mention Of Patsy O’Hara reminds me of conversations with his Family …the song was written around the words that his mother spoke
Fathers and Son duets…..I heard Arlo Guthrie sing with his Son and Grandson….Richard Thompson with his Son,Martin Carthy with his daughter,Brush Shiels with his Son, Brendan Bowyer with his daughter,Loretta Lynne with her daughter, it could prove to become a long list
Ewan MacColl and his Sons Neil and Calum and Peggy O, John Doonan with Sons Mick & Kevin, Generations of The Watersons, (I keep coming back to this thread ! ) Patrick O’Hagan and his Son Johnny Logan,Pecker Dunne with his Sons & Daughters, John Keenan and Sons,
Lockdown 6 enjoyed and appreciated Thanks to you and Andy for sharing Two Island Swans – a lovely father and son duet. Would love to hear you sing Derby Day, a poignant and lovely song, in your next gig. That said happy with whatever spins out. In the meantime go well Christy.
I wrote Derby Day 30 years ago….this is the first time I’ve ever heard it called out…It may take me a while to get it back in working order
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