Pam makes a good point about people having different ways of finding Dylan.I think it’s also about where Dylan can lead – directly and indirectly – to past and present…looking into his influences, his work and those he influences.
I’ve just seen a newsletter from Halcyon art dealers who sell Dylan’s limited edition prints. Like his music, I find his art captivating- and,like his music it can be at its most interesting when the structure is revealed…the simple,basic takes of songs – the sketchbooks with skilful pencil drawings of everyday life.
Musician/ writer/ poet /artist/song and dance man…’creative’ to his core and that’s the focus of the content at http://www.halcyongallery.com It’s an excellent summary of enigmatic Dylan at 80. Thankfully, he’ll always have an air of mystery – never quite being ‘got’…
Hi Christy and all,
Think we can be allowed to indulge in a bit of Bob at the moment, all have different routes to him. He made my teenage years less about myself and got me concerned about humanity in general, we’ve all changed as years go by but the grounding is there. Through Dylan I discovered other like minded artists, including yourself and got to love the origins of folk. But he stays special ‘most of the time’. Wishes for good health to all. Pam
Christy's reply
my Granny would say”’he’s a quare hawk but he dont suck no bird’s eggs”
Hello Christy,
Wishing you a good week of recording.
I’m writing again, first draft of first song is down. I’ll read it again today and maybe see what it’s really like.
I know bobs all the rage but I’m with Liam Clancy. After listening to the essential Liam Clancy there’s 3 more albums winging their way here.
Sounds like an ancestor.
Rebecca
Dear Christy,
A wee plug for persevering.
The 4711ers should never give up on their own creations, some fab stuff.
I recall that on my first spin of Lily i just didn’t ‘get’ it. In fact i was failing to see the CM in it, i said to myself ‘come on you eejit, it’s Christy’ and i stuck it back on the next day ,and by day 3 was hooked and played it and played it and played it…me of little faith ,i thought.
Which takes me onto why i am posting.
I bought an album two weeks ago by a bloke i had never heard of Joshua Burnside, it was recommended to me in a record shop.
First play it was all over the place and i took it out of the player and left it.
A few days later, on the urgings of a pal i stuck it back on. Now i hear heaven and doom, doors slamming and africa, great sayings and folk singing. Wow, another lad from the North of Ireland with talent.
Great stuff , so persevere.
Regards Rory
Christy, just listened to Innocents – thanks Phil and Richard for writing such a powerful, poignant and beautifully paced testament to all who suffered under such a cruel regime. If I can add on a lighter note that was a great result for the Lily Whites, I’m Hilary’s your nerves are well settled now. I’m glad to see the Saffrons in the top tier. Will crank up the radio tomorrow to listen to your nod to Bob.
Hi C a quick post to settle my nerves at leath ama.. in the absence of boiled eggs ! looking forward to your radio world premiere in honour of Bob with your fellow Lily White on RTE Radio 1 around 3pm tomorrow,, and then later the gig online at 8pm entitled Dignity from the Residence of the US Ambassador with some of the Islands finest, but not you… pity !..,beir bua agus beannacht. H
Thanks Pat… 😀. There’s a project for me … Louth it is so, I’ll have to dig out me Collins road map and get stuck in 😁. Thanks for listening and thanks Christy for allowing me to present a few songs here.
Best regards,
Phil
Good man Phil. Some great, touching songs there. Any chance you could take a lyrical stroll through the town lands of Louth and compose another geographical masterpiece?
I’m going to include one more here and then I PROMISE to give you a rest !!!
As a blow into Wicklow 24 years ago from Cork I felt it was time to do a Wicklow song… a place named after the Vikings (Vik-lo or Viking-lo).
I dreamed of floating around the garden county from village to town using the Irish name for each and using the english meaning as part of the verse …
Hello once again christy
Thanks so much for your response
My apologies but in my last comment , I forgot to mention that there is a MICA ACTION Group set up in donegal.
They are currently merging with other groups in Mayo, Sligo ,Galway and hopefully this will be Nationwide.
My hope is that one day, legislation will be drafted in Banning Councils from using block s from Mica infested Quarries, making it criminal offence for doing so.
all I can say Phil is… you are not bugging me …what a powerful piece you and Richard have created ..thank you for sharing…some chilling lines in their and it goes right to the heart of what went down in every town and villge not so long ago
I don’t want to over post here but just with the recent posts re ‘splash of water upon the head’, I wanted to share some lyrics I wrote recently with a friend of mine (Richard Dee) about our Irish mother and baby homes. This is the story told by a child from the grave who didn’t survive. Lyrics below and song in soundcloud called Innocents under Phil Hastie.
Innocents
You can call me Patrick, a name I’ll take on loan
I was born in 1940 in an Irish Baby home.
My mother was a gentle girl, abused & so let down,
Her shame discovered, she was hurried out of town.
Hidden from those frowns, preferring if she’d drowned
To that institution, placed behind stone walls,
Her plight was hopeless no one heard her frightened calls.
My birth was torture on one so innocent & young,
No help or love just a cruel jeering tongue.
Another bastard son, was the welcome from that nun
My life was only 10 days long and they, dumped me in a hole,
With a thousand others our souls are what they stole.
Some conceived in innocence, some conceived in crime,
Giving birth a scandal for the, twisted morals of that time
Where’s true love divine?, the goodness of the vine
An Irish free state of Collins and of Pierce,
For anyone who broke those rules well the punishment was fierce.
Religion preached love each other
All I heard was nameless babies and broken hearted mothers.
Trying not to suffer, never to recover
My mother her mind never left that place
Always dreamed about me and never the disgrace
Used to dream of feeding me and holding me real tight
The kind of love a mother knows a love that’s hard to fight
Stolen in the night, taken out of sight
taken out of sight.. taken out of sight …..taken out of sight
I love this one
https://www.halcyongallery.com/content/feature/425/detail/artworks179/
Its like New York, Paris and, Dublin in one picture.
There was talk on here about a book of pictures about this bar. I think they were all black and white.
I’ve had a few scoops there
Hi Christy/ all
Pam makes a good point about people having different ways of finding Dylan.I think it’s also about where Dylan can lead – directly and indirectly – to past and present…looking into his influences, his work and those he influences.
I’ve just seen a newsletter from Halcyon art dealers who sell Dylan’s limited edition prints. Like his music, I find his art captivating- and,like his music it can be at its most interesting when the structure is revealed…the simple,basic takes of songs – the sketchbooks with skilful pencil drawings of everyday life.
Musician/ writer/ poet /artist/song and dance man…’creative’ to his core and that’s the focus of the content at http://www.halcyongallery.com It’s an excellent summary of enigmatic Dylan at 80. Thankfully, he’ll always have an air of mystery – never quite being ‘got’…
Dave
Dave
The Pearly King
Hi Christy and all,
Think we can be allowed to indulge in a bit of Bob at the moment, all have different routes to him. He made my teenage years less about myself and got me concerned about humanity in general, we’ve all changed as years go by but the grounding is there. Through Dylan I discovered other like minded artists, including yourself and got to love the origins of folk. But he stays special ‘most of the time’. Wishes for good health to all. Pam
my Granny would say”’he’s a quare hawk but he dont suck no bird’s eggs”
Hello Christy,
Wishing you a good week of recording.
I’m writing again, first draft of first song is down. I’ll read it again today and maybe see what it’s really like.
I know bobs all the rage but I’m with Liam Clancy. After listening to the essential Liam Clancy there’s 3 more albums winging their way here.
Sounds like an ancestor.
Rebecca
Hi Christy/all
As expected http://www.expectingrain.com is on top form for Dylan’s 80th.
Worldwide news/pics/clips… for anyone with a few minutes to spare or heading for hours down rabbit holes…
enjoy the day
Dave
Morning’ Christy. You once said: “I know 10.000 songwriter, but Bob Dylan stands alone in his field.”
Hi Christy
All the best for RTE /recording.
Happy 80th birthday to Bob Dylan.A remarkable man, in many ways.
I’m hitting the sack soon- after a nightcap of Planxty’s ‘I pity the poor immigrant’ and your lockdown ‘Hattie Carroll’.
Thanks for all the Dylan riffing here – so good that you and Bob ‘keep on keepin’ on’…
Dave
Hey Christy,
Love the lost tribe of the Wicklow mountains… very haunting … spell binding.
Thanks,
Phil.
https://www.facebook.com/freddie.white.9/videos/3407441092692698
Happy Birthday Bob, and happy Bob’s Birthday to all of us who’ve been singing along since we first heard three chords and the truth. Freddie White
Dear Christy,
A wee plug for persevering.
The 4711ers should never give up on their own creations, some fab stuff.
I recall that on my first spin of Lily i just didn’t ‘get’ it. In fact i was failing to see the CM in it, i said to myself ‘come on you eejit, it’s Christy’ and i stuck it back on the next day ,and by day 3 was hooked and played it and played it and played it…me of little faith ,i thought.
Which takes me onto why i am posting.
I bought an album two weeks ago by a bloke i had never heard of Joshua Burnside, it was recommended to me in a record shop.
First play it was all over the place and i took it out of the player and left it.
A few days later, on the urgings of a pal i stuck it back on. Now i hear heaven and doom, doors slamming and africa, great sayings and folk singing. Wow, another lad from the North of Ireland with talent.
Great stuff , so persevere.
Regards Rory
That defective block situation is awful. I might have had something to relate, but not now.
Christy, just listened to Innocents – thanks Phil and Richard for writing such a powerful, poignant and beautifully paced testament to all who suffered under such a cruel regime. If I can add on a lighter note that was a great result for the Lily Whites, I’m Hilary’s your nerves are well settled now. I’m glad to see the Saffrons in the top tier. Will crank up the radio tomorrow to listen to your nod to Bob.
Hi C a quick post to settle my nerves at leath ama.. in the absence of boiled eggs ! looking forward to your radio world premiere in honour of Bob with your fellow Lily White on RTE Radio 1 around 3pm tomorrow,, and then later the gig online at 8pm entitled Dignity from the Residence of the US Ambassador with some of the Islands finest, but not you… pity !..,beir bua agus beannacht. H
Thanks Pat… 😀. There’s a project for me … Louth it is so, I’ll have to dig out me Collins road map and get stuck in 😁. Thanks for listening and thanks Christy for allowing me to present a few songs here.
Best regards,
Phil
Good man Phil. Some great, touching songs there. Any chance you could take a lyrical stroll through the town lands of Louth and compose another geographical masterpiece?
Hi Christy/all,
I’m going to include one more here and then I PROMISE to give you a rest !!!
As a blow into Wicklow 24 years ago from Cork I felt it was time to do a Wicklow song… a place named after the Vikings (Vik-lo or Viking-lo).
I dreamed of floating around the garden county from village to town using the Irish name for each and using the english meaning as part of the verse …
https://soundcloud.com/philhastie/viking-lo
Viking-Lo
The chirping birds in a mating state
A pleasure to my senses wake
To travel through this garden land
Where beauty lives and peace abounds
A gentle Passage through the marsh
Eanach Curraigh and a singing Lark
And moving into Ath na mBo
Where the quiet ford of cattle go
Hear the fights from long ago
The hill of victory it shouts below
As Carn an Bhua, it stares at you
The old and wise call her Curnoo
The yellow daffoldils do sway
Around Chuil Bhui grand and gay
Here comes Cul Aitinn hill of the furze
Its majesty it is all hers
These early Christians, their tornant mat
Druid of Dun Luain , his ageing cat
An old large fort with bank and fosse
All stately in its carpet moss
500 years past Christ has died
Kevin wandered this holy isle
Gleann da Loch lakes of the glen
His might tower remembers him
Back to the meadow I must go
A chill Mhantain a Viking-lo
And rest my head on lapping Shore
To dream and love and rest some more
Thanks everyone,
Phil
bejapers Phil but your firing them out goodo…
you Corkies are oozin out the ballads…
have you heard Dave Lordan’s “Lost Tribe of The Wioklow Mountains”
another Corky dwelling in The Garden County
Thanks Christy 🙏. I’ll pass on your comments to Richard, he’ll be delighted.
Thanks for listening.
Best Regards,
Phil
RE MICA ACTION IN DONEGAL
Hello once again christy
Thanks so much for your response
My apologies but in my last comment , I forgot to mention that there is a MICA ACTION Group set up in donegal.
They are currently merging with other groups in Mayo, Sligo ,Galway and hopefully this will be Nationwide.
My hope is that one day, legislation will be drafted in Banning Councils from using block s from Mica infested Quarries, making it criminal offence for doing so.
So far this group has only a few followers.
This is a link for the group
https://www.facebook.com/Micaactiongroup/
There is also a petition which can be signed at Change.org
Your support would be absolutely fantastic Christy
Sincerely
Seamus Noone
I wish ye well Seamus in your struggle for justice
ps..I like that lad singin “every block it is’nt worth a fuck”
Hey,
Link if anyone interested .. right I’ll stop bugging you all for a while !!!
https://soundcloud.com/philhastie/innocents
Take care,
Phil
all I can say Phil is… you are not bugging me …what a powerful piece you and Richard have created ..thank you for sharing…some chilling lines in their and it goes right to the heart of what went down in every town and villge not so long ago
Hey Chrisy / All,
I don’t want to over post here but just with the recent posts re ‘splash of water upon the head’, I wanted to share some lyrics I wrote recently with a friend of mine (Richard Dee) about our Irish mother and baby homes. This is the story told by a child from the grave who didn’t survive. Lyrics below and song in soundcloud called Innocents under Phil Hastie.
Innocents
You can call me Patrick, a name I’ll take on loan
I was born in 1940 in an Irish Baby home.
My mother was a gentle girl, abused & so let down,
Her shame discovered, she was hurried out of town.
Hidden from those frowns, preferring if she’d drowned
To that institution, placed behind stone walls,
Her plight was hopeless no one heard her frightened calls.
My birth was torture on one so innocent & young,
No help or love just a cruel jeering tongue.
Another bastard son, was the welcome from that nun
My life was only 10 days long and they, dumped me in a hole,
With a thousand others our souls are what they stole.
Some conceived in innocence, some conceived in crime,
Giving birth a scandal for the, twisted morals of that time
Where’s true love divine?, the goodness of the vine
An Irish free state of Collins and of Pierce,
For anyone who broke those rules well the punishment was fierce.
Religion preached love each other
All I heard was nameless babies and broken hearted mothers.
Trying not to suffer, never to recover
My mother her mind never left that place
Always dreamed about me and never the disgrace
Used to dream of feeding me and holding me real tight
The kind of love a mother knows a love that’s hard to fight
Stolen in the night, taken out of sight
taken out of sight.. taken out of sight …..taken out of sight
Beat Regards,
Phil