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I’m so glad that you could locate the gremlins. Would have been such a pity not to publish this great session. Listening to it for the first time was parallel to work, therefore not very focused, but I just couldn’t wait any longer ;-). Looking forward to listening again for a few times during the next days…
As my favourite soccer team (Fortuna Dusseldorf) has been relegated again (and completely unnecessary 🙁 ) I was happy that Kloppo and this team made it. I must admit that I was against continuing the season and matches without us fans (it felt so strange to watch it on TV and not being allowed to the stadium), but for Liverpool I was glad that it was continued . Even if this success makes it even harder to get tickets in the future but I’m rather sure one day I’ll make it to The Kop… So it’s a brilliant idea to sing YNWA! Looking forward to it.
Thanks again to Andy and you and everybody who helped to publish it.
Among my favourite soccer teams are Fulham, Man U, Sunderland, Celtic, Bury (RIP),Leeds and Hibs….my Saturday locations were so varied…also visited Maine rd,Anfield,Goodison,Stamford Bridge, White Hart, Coventry, Bristol City, QPR, Raith Rovers and many other grounds…
first time I witnessed overt racism was at Stamford Bridge in 1966…was threatened at Highbury the night of the Keane/Viera tangle…say George,Dennis and Bobby weave their, witnessed Johnny Haynes, Colin Bell, Jinky Johnson,
back before pie and brown sauce were replaced by prawn sangwedges
Thanks again Christy for another set of Moores Melodies.I look forward every week to them.I would love if you would sing the bright blue rose some time for me.All is well in Monks Lane.Back to normal again T G.Looking forward to next week already Christy.
hope you are back in Monks Lane for the Sunday Dinner
Geraldine here, Marty usually does the writing and I thoroughly enjoy reading the posts , thank you for giving your time. Missing the concerts , the music and the meeting of people, all of whom are brought together by you, Declan and many others behind the scenes. Hopefully it won’t be long until we all meet again. Seeing a previous post has made me take to the writing , Conor is currently living in Whitehaven, working on the front line and stationed between Egremont and Distington. A beautiful area between the water and the mountains. Hopefully we will get a visit over if all this mayhem settles. He is lucky to be in the country. The ticks ! Well , Marty was in the bog , a tick nicely attached it’s self to him and I nicely beheaded it, and a handling afterwards to get the rest out. I was given a tip afterwards while discussing the worry of Lymes disease. So Marty gets another tick and this did work , using a piece of cotton wool , soak it in liquid soap/ washing up liquid and place on top of embedded tick and leave for a few mins and the tick (should hopefully) come away all in one . Good tip for this time of year. Lastly, seeing as I am here and we are really enjoying the FB sessions , I might put in a wee request . It may not be possible and if not that’s no prob. I had an old great uncle who came to visit many yrs ago and after getting the pension and the stout in the 2 pubs between his house and mine(walking distance of about 5 miles along the beautiful Gweebarra Bay) we could hear him in the distance singing Kevin Barry before we saw him ! He came to live with us for a few yrs before he died at the good old age of 90 , having smoked the pipe and sang his many great songs right up til the end. Would love a verse if possible. Marty’s Mum passed away this time last year at the age of 96 and until a few days beforehand she was in full control . Another hardy lady , the midwife in the area , delivered many babies in the community , with conditions not being easy at times. And she never lost a baby that she delivered, thankfully.
I had better stop now ….Again thank you for the music and your time. Hopefully it won’t be long before you are back in The Hills.
Good to hear from you Geraldine..like you, I’m missing our gigs….those precious hours when the songs emerge and nothing distracts from the flow….I sing here every day but its an entirely different process…when those lights go down and the listeners settle in, thats when duende descends, together we go to that (for me) sacred place where song/singer/listener become one
thanks too for the Tick tip…dirty little hoors, feckin bloodaholics….
tell your boyfriend I was askin for him
Thanks a million ,Christy
session 7 arrived-safe and well…beautiful selection and music…Certainly,wonderful images conjured up by Mr Spillane-transferring to our imaginations and memories.Thanks for sharing so many of yours…
Here’s to Frank Conroy and companeros…and a personal favourite – recalling you ,Declan and c 100 000 songsters in harmony for ‘Black is the colour’at the Finsbury Park Feis,2011…As he was getting ready to take the stage after you,witnesses saw Dylan note the song title to ‘borrow’ it sometime…
Thanks so much for once again brightening the day here…
I used to love That Finsbury Park gig…Vince Power shure knows how to put on a good Fleadh
Looks like there’s a lively mix of Methodism and folky influence on t’Guestbook now…
great to head down the diversions ,cul-de-sacs and rabbit holes…plenty more available via http://www.burylhs.org.uk
Time for a ‘brew’ now!
Naming the area was to do with John Wesley’s huge influence in the north west, don’t know how they settled on that name, I must have known at one time, maybe it was like the battle of Jericho persuading Bury folk to give up the demon drink and get them to chapel. Cheers Pam
ps looks like ‘Jericho’ had Methodist links too…(Wikipedia) also,a site of ‘the workhouse’…a grim fate for many,sadly…unless they were a ‘wage slave’-like many in ‘t’mills’…D
Your Lakes gig circuit must have been brilliant.I passed through several of the sites at weekend…still a few clubs,plenty of sessions and good,small festivals…you’ll see some familiar names via http://www.westcumbriafolkmusic.weebly.com
Always good to be a ‘folkie’…I wish I’d come across Hell’s Angels in 1970,instead of the gang of cowardly skinheads who jumped 3 of us from behind, after seeing Martin Carthy at the MSG (our gig -not theirs!)…some irony ( and certainly no chips on our way home either,Pam)…I recall your similar unpleasant experience via the RAF,I think…horrible episodes,but far outweighed by the good times!
Great to hear your Bury memories…’Jericho’ is a striking name-no doubt,a fascinating bit of local history there…
Not sure if there any maids in Buttermere these days,but its a fab place for a wander…
Enjoy the day
Cumbria seems like a hive of folktivity
Up again with the lark due to an old lady dog needing to go in garden for a piddle 5.30am every morning.
Just a comment on the term ‘folkie’ I used to identify with it quite proudly.
One experience when it was actually helpful. A few of us had gone to see Donovan in Blackpool around 1966, walking back coming up towards us was a group of Hell’s angels, huge, in all the gear, scary. We were in our usual duffle coats with a couple of Donovan caps between us – they just walked past and said ‘don’t touch the folkies’, we made straight back to the train didn’t even stop for chips. Thank God for the Blackpool Belle. Pam
I think that old “Lady Dog” is one lucky bitch…..
I’m at that stage of life myself but never make it to the garden…
Just had a great weekend in The Lake District …catching up with friends and keeping away from crowded shops etc…a similar positive vibe to your Wicklow trip…it was energising and brought out the ‘Manchester rambler in me…
Funny to think of the mudcats disliking ‘folkie’ terms…not a bother for me…also ,fascinating how terms circulate.’clegs’ being midge like nuisances of my acquantance -but a dry throat is always a major hassle…
Sorry about the telecom hitch with the lockdown post,but the ones already in circulation are ace and have so much depth-as I’m finding via regular replays…
All the best
there was a great club circuit in The Lake District back in the 60s….Windermere, Buttermere, Cockermouth, Whitehaven, Barrow, Troutbeck, Egremont,Carlisle…it used to run for 12 nights
some quare hawks frequent thon Mudcat annals.. always good for a trawl of a sleepless night… always with a few grains of salt to hand
Wasn’t sure about mangolds but something was lurking in the mists..so had to goggle to find that is a root veg and I think I heard mention of it and have no doubt my father and my forefathers did. But sheep’s eyes…🐑👀 hup!
Agnes thanks for sharing your knowledge I enjoy reading your tales! Rebecca a clag – meaning a frog in the throat is great
Ps what’s it all about Alfie? There are more questions than answers Rory.
theres no doubt about it..this lockdown brings out the best in some of us
Where did Jack Doyle meet Movita?
Does a bear shite in the woods?
Anyone for the last few choc ices?
How are you kid and what’s your name?
Don’t you wonder why in Estonia they say, hey you, you fat pig?
Some very good questions indeed.
in a hayshed outside Bunclody
are they gluten free ?
I’ve a pain in me hole
I’m John James,the Hackney Coachman
I Wonder Wonder Who, I Wonder Who…Who wrote the book of Love ?
Well Christy. I hope you are keeping well and safe. I only just discovered your “A Few Songs…” on youtube. Really enjoyed them and seeing you preform them is great. Mighty stuff! We can’t get to any of your gigs to “pay” our respects these times, so as a Cork friend of mine says when he gets something for nothing, may the Lord spare your health!!!
next episode pending…soon as we find the gremlins
“Derision”, you’re right you know. That term ‘folkie’.
ever since I heard The Clancy Brothers back in 1961 all I ever wanted to be was a “Folkie”….60 years on not much has changed…. a good bit slower, a lot balder, a bit deafer, but still a Folkie….a few diversions along the way, a few side roads and passing genres…..
that said Ed….its a broad church
Tom Munnelly once contacted the UCD Folk Society (in the mid 60s) asking them would they be interested in hearing John Reilly….they replied to Tom saying they were more interested in Folk Singers
I cherish the concept of being in the same room as Maggie Barry,Bob Dylan, Frank Harte, Jeannie Robertson, John Spillane, Peggy Seeger, Ewan MacColl, Ralph McTell, Hamish Imlach, Elizibeth Cronin,Luke Kelly, Martin Carthy, Dolores Keane,Wally Page, John Hoban,Townes Van Zandt,Sean Mone,Jimmy MacCarthy,
Pete Seeger and on we go,heel to the toe
So then… Clags.
Maybe it’s a Yorkshire thing, I heard my grandma use it. Frog in the throat. Does that make more sense?
Talking about singing can get anatomical pretty quickly. It’s monastery or brothel really, isn’t it. Or both with some songs. ☺️
I’ve never heard of a cleg, so thankyou Agnes. It’s mainly bees round here. We have a bee’s nest under the eaves and they get lost and end up in the house. We catch them under a glass and put them on a flower in the garden.
When we bought this house it had been owned by the methodist church previously. We signed the deeds and had to promise not to turn it into a pub, gambling den, brothel or bowling alley. We are allowed to herd cattle and horses through next doors garden. Gotta love those Methodists!
I thought is was just me whose songs did a houdini act on them. Thankyou for sharing what you did. January Man used to disappear every day, like it had never existed. It took me ages. The hardest one so far has been lullaby of London. I knew I wanted to learn it from Shane mcgowan, because it’s his. It took me so long to pick it up. Couldn’t get any where near it for ages I love it though.
them frogs can be the divvil itself…
sometimes they surface half way thru a gig..
maybe half way thru a verse of some quiet song..
it can be an interesting challenge…
trying to shift a frog mid verse without drawing attention to the ongoing dilemna…
at other times it brings on a rattle that feels percussive,then I try and hang onto it…to incorporate the rattle into the rendition….
we lived in a house once that simultaeneously had Bees,Bats, Ants, Mice,Starlings,Spiders and Bluebottles….we scarpered
Hi I hope I’m not over posting but I do happen know about the cleg..shes the fly that comes when things are rotten … comes from the name “íol claigeanna”
(Not to be confused with head lice “míol gruaige)
Cleg Comes from the word “Cloigeann “for head.
She comes around your head and is a nasty piece of work.As bearla” Cleg Fly ”
latin ..Haematopota pluvialis..Mostly around livestock.
The sceartàn and mítóg dont hold a candle to the íol Cloigeann. I dont see her because annually I bless the donkeys with deterant stuff on the back of their necks .
The sceartàn deterant is excellent it came from china …so did another certain unseen invader that has put the whole world asunder unfortunately!
Did those ear pods come from china?
What are they anyhow?
On the” ode to Zimmerman ” sometimes hooking notes from another very familiar song can get the ball rolling ..even if it’s in the middle of the verse ..
Does that make sense?
Also dont worry about technical difficulties for number 7 video..I could write book on such occurrences..but it’s time for bed mo chara…
(to be contd Page 94)
I’m hearing that recent results were very good indeed..tres bien mon ami..go hana mhaith ar fad mo cara….well done
My Ear Pods you ask….I dont know where they were made but I got them in Dorset Street from the Dublin Hearing Aid Centre….I was experiencing difficulty with quiet conversation…a friend of similar age to myself recommended that I visit Brian at this centre….he examined my hearing and explained precisely what was happening…he suggested these devices and they are superb…I dont need them for work but for everyday conversation they are just the job…
still trying to get episode 7 away..its been in the casince last monday but we are experiencing difficulty in transmitting…
Cathal Murray, Radio One, has your rendition of the Floyd’s ‘Shine On’ as I type. I see mentions of that Nokia and the sticky tape still. I’m akin to the UK and transitioning back to a Smartfone yet again. Listened to Episode Six, “Two Island Swans”, mighty. The energy and power shone through with Andy accompanying you. It’s still one I can regularly listen to from that Live in Dublin LP. ‘Hey Sandy’ is another track, still carries resonances in today’s political climate. That father-son relationship looks good and strong, keep it up. I love reading all the memorys, Dagrab is a great one for them, a real ‘folkie’.
Fair Play Cathal Murray….he do give us a fair old spin in the mornings…
we had a good time making that album back in ’76…Donal Lunny,Jimmy Faulkner,Nicky Ryan and myself…we hit some tasty spots, the original Grapevine Arts Centre, Pat Dowlings in Prosperous, The Meeting Place Dorset Street and Nicky Ryan’s front room
dont hear that term often these days…”Folkie” was commonplace way back..then it became a term suggesting derision from certain quarters
Dagrab from The United City is a gold mine of information..I sometimes wonder does the lad ever get any sleep
Christy, I never watched or heard of Pajo’s junk’ or ‘The Wanderly Wagon’ as neither made it to the TV in our house in Belfast. However, after a short perusal I can well imagine. Following on from Rebecca’s use of ‘clags’ – it sounds like an Irish word and I’m thinking from a Tyrone perspective of claggy ground/sticky clay? I checked out Clag in the old Foclóir Gaeilge -Béarla to find it has two definitions: Clack/clatter or pelt/strike. Not sure if these nouns/verbs resonate with percussion – so would be interested to hear Rebecca’s take. Also, would love to hear Agnes’ take on it. The sceartán (tick?) contraption could be a winner on Dragon’s Den! I’d love to see a sketch of it. Go well
reading of these clags and clegs is making me itch….and now we have ticks on the menu…dirty little bloodsuckers….doubtless someone will write in, will point out the positive purpose of ticks…or how to remove them avoiding decapitation…
did ye ever eat sheeps eyes and mashed mangolds in Tyrone….washed down with chopped straws in buttermilk
Hi All. Forgive me posting again so soon, but I came across this song just now The Song of the Riddles, shared by Tim Dennehy the writer of Farewell to Priypat and sung by Willie Clancy from the album The Minstrel from Clare, https://youtu.be/hizTm8iiD1o .. it is a brain teaser for sure ! I have to admit I never knew he was so versatile. The Willie Week should be in full swing now and is greatly missed, but good to see it has a strong online presence, classes are fully booked out !! and lots of stuff from ITMA online also from the back catalogue. beir bua agus beannacht go deo, H
There were many sides to the late Willie Clancy….I’m very fortunate to have met him.I worked in Miltown-Malbay back in 1964. I was a clerk in The National Bank.I brought my guitar to a session in Tom & Maisie Friel’s . Willie asked me to sing “Liverpool Lou”….he blew the bellows,filled the bag and soon his chanter joined in gloriously….my first time to sing with Uilleann Pipes….
(there is nothing to forgive !!! visit more often)
Hi Christy, Ashworth Valley! My sister and I spent most of our school holidays there with our cousins. Mum was from Jericho and my auntie still lived around that area, we stayed all day, our uncle had a car (they were posher than us) and picked us up outside a pub may well have been the Pack Horse because I can’t remember many pubs around there but frightenly it was over 50years ago, so memory a bit blurred.
Tragically Mum died when I was 10 and we moved to live with my grandparents in Ainsworth the other side of Bury and didn’t see our cousins too often after that. My main memories of Ashworth Valley were seeing more bluebells than I’d ever seen before in the woods. Will suggest to family we take a trip out that way when we’re back to normal and let you know how it looks, because when I do have a ‘fed-up’ day I have to remind myself those days will be back, over 44,000 people in this country don’t have that privilege. Thanks for jogging my memory, and look forward to seeing session 7 when able. Cheers Pam
I once worked in Ainsworth ….one of my very last “real” jobs …Jack & Josie Smith were renovating an old house there and Jack hired me to help back in 1967…I’d get the bus from Jericho into Bury and then another bus to Ainsworth…job of lasted a couple of months…I’d forgotten about it completely …
Covid brings bad days to us all but the Sun still rises,the birds rejoice and life has gotta go on…..thank you for sharing
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