And here is said video! Rod bought himself a gaff in Dublin not so long ago, he was spotted recently in my local, which I must stress is on the opposite side of the city. I wasn’t there myself but if he turns up again when I am there I must ask him about Ray Jackson!
He obviously wasn’t very appreciative of Ray Jacksons mandolin playing as he refers to him on the album notes, “The mandolin was played by the mandolin player in Lindisfarne. The name slips my mind.”
Hi Christy, I went to see Lindisfarne last night, the late great Alan Hull unfortunately no longer with us (R.I.P.) but at 55 years of age the Lady Eleanor still sounding as mystical and enigmatic as ever. I often thought that in a parallel universe Lady Eleanor & Little Musgrove would have made the perfect couple. Music trivia fact for fellow readers, it was Lindisfarnes Ray Jackson who played the mandolin on Rod Stewarts ‘Wake up Maggie’. Just wondered if you ever bumped into the the Lindisfarne lads for a Newcastle Brown Ale (or two) whilst touring the North East in your early years. P,S Alan Hulls Winter Song another great tune.
Christy
I Stumbled upon this lovely song today by the genius that is Mick Blake. Thought i had bought all the CDs and Bandcamp stuff he had produced until i happened upon this .
As always, well in Mick.
Rory
Thanks to Rory for posting the film link. My phone doesn’t touch such things!
Great that there are two films about The Watersons. Both capturing the charisma and the era that set them up.Brlliant that you shared road time with them…for me,a treasured memory of their harmonies…reverberating the Lesser Free Trade Hall,at the top of the historic building,1971.
Thinking of archive records…awhile back you mentioned working with ITMA re items from your personal collection.Its a terrific project and many here will be looking forward to the outcome.
Back to the Watersons here …’Frost and Fire’…perfect Winter music
Have a good day
Dave
Christy's reply
First heard them in a Folk Club in Hyde,Chesire back in 1966….The Pennine Folk were the resident Band
Hi Christy
Any chance of a set list from the Vicar St. run.
Just curious that’s all …
A show coming your way in January 14 and 15
The Life and Times of Paddy Armstrong.
Folks leaving unbelievable treasure to the charity
shops of Galway town …
Amy is on Sky arts.
What a voice, what talent, what a waste.
Eleven sleeps till the man comes around.
Going to see Mary Coughlan on Friday
That wil
Christy's reply
Wed..Dec 11th
1.Chicago
2.Quinta Brigada
3.Johnny Boy
4.Ride On
5.Black & Amber
6.Cabaret
7.Palestine
8.Lightning,Bird, Wind, River Man
9.Lyra McKee
10.Cumann na Mná
11.Magdalen Laundry
12.Lingo Politico
13.Broomielaw
14.Big Marquee
15.Nancy Spain
16.Ordinary Man
17.Boy in The Wild
18.16 Jolly Ravers
19.Voyage
20.Well below Valley
21.Lemon 7s
22.Smoke & Strong Whiskey
23.Biko Drum
24.Black is The Colour
25.Snowflakes
26.Stardust in Artane
27.Beeswing
28.Joxer
7 nights completed…. 57 songs so far and many others I hope to sing before the run is over….I have 23 that I hope to fit in…maybe I’ll need to do a long gig !
56 years ago I did a gig that lasted 13 hours..a Folk Club in Blythe….the Scottish Singer Nigel Denver did 12 hours the previous year…very late one night after a gig and a load of Newcastle Brown, I was challenged and foolishly accepted…it somehow ended up in The Guinness Book of Records ( pre Diageo)
Hello Christy,
Talking of thuribles..
Theres nothing like a ridiculously large one whizzing past to make me think of monty python. https://youtube.com/shorts/GkTWtM7z-G0?si=5iCP2zDEtT-paRW1
It takes four guys to wield it and looks like it could be used by Tarzan for jungle transport.
Rebecca
Christy's reply
I’ve just imagined that Thurible taking the heads off the 3 skypilots….then the pope could canonise the fuckers
Pat …. Christy will tell you that the thurible was well behaved in St. Conleth’s, I hope.
Christy's reply
not always Frankie….have you forgotten that Benediction where Monsenior Miller’s hassock went on fire and Paddy Cullen had to send for the Fire Brigade…they did not arrive until the following Morning as Mrs Dunnes Chipper went up the same evening
Jerra Christy, a wee story to warm the cockles of some hearts this cold Saturday morning.
Yourself and Ed comparing experiences serving on the altar brought back one of my most frightening memories.
There was I, serving Sunday evening Devotions …the 5 sorrowful mysteries of the rosary followed by Benediction when the priest waggles the thurible at the baby Jesus statue I always thought….
Well you know yourself Christy,a small rural parish, sure Sunday after second mass and a grand feed of the Sunday roast with cabbage and spuds from the garden, the day was spent running and leppin around the fields, ruining Jem Murphy’s cocks of hay, climbing trees and hunting for birds eggs to blow….
And the afternoon in the football field watching the Geraldines batin Roche Emmets in the Junior Two league….but most of the time behind the goals runnin after the ball, talking a few kicks before someone yelled ‘will yis give the ball back, there’s a game to be finished’
Home again for a nice wee fry for Sunday tea, then runnin up the chapel pass to be on time to get the feckin thurible lit…that was my job, a devil’s own job, most time out the back swinging like mad to get a puff of smoke before the canon emerged, vested and probably better fed, ‘now young Darcy, keep that thing lit, we need the smoke…yes father…its Canon to you…yes Canon….’
First the community announcement from the Canon:
‘youse may well have seen Jem Murphy’s tractor in the fields and on the road today…no worries, he asked for and got special dispensation to save some hay today due to the bad weather we have been havin….’
Then on with the Devotions.
You can imagine the scene Christy, the couple of dozen faithful droning on hail Mary, holy Mary …the few lights on low to save on the electricity, the bit of smoke and incense, the days exertions setting in….
Young Darcy, maybe 9 or ten years old, getting a bit heavy headed…
BANG
What in God’s name was that!
Didn’t I just nod off for a second and blatter the thurible against the top step of the altar in front of me!
Wood chips, blazing charcoal and smoldering incense all over the place!
The shame, the controversy!
A messenger was dispatched straight away to the canon law archives…..could the Devotions continue after a 29 minute fire break,or would we need to start the whole thing all over again.
Good sense prevailed, also the knowledge that Glenroe would be starting soon and we all needed to see if anything was stirrin for Miley and Biddy….
But Christy, wasn’t I the talk of the parish!
That evening:
We’re you not at the Devotions? Did you not see what Nancy Darcy’s young fella did? Didn’t he just shower the altar with burning charcoals, wasn’t Canon Campbell lucky he wasn’t set alight…
The next day:
Well! Ya missed it! Didn’t young Darcy throw the thurible stuff all over Canon Campbell, set his soutane alight, lucky there was a big blanket in the sacristy to wrap around him and save his life…
The end of the week:
So you didn’t make it to Devotions? Lucky you. Nancy Bird’s young fella took some kind of fit, threw the thurible stuff all over the Canon and the altar rails, myself ( and the five million others now claiming attendance) had to be evacuated….got out, sure did you not hear the fire brigade?
Christy, if it wasn’t for the odd half a crown to be got at a rich man’s wedding, I would have packed my active service in there and then!
See you 20th Jan in headquarters.
Hi christy
I saw you posted recently about answering the call of Smoke and Strong Whiskey and , i think, nearly getting it all right.
In the Box Set’s Red disc you get a shout out for it .
There its not all quite ‘right’ either and you explain that its a song you have to ‘check out’ every once in a while and off the cuff it was harder to recall it all….or words to that effect.
Mind you with such a huge back catalogue it is hardly surprising that you cant suddenly pluck every lyric or chord from deep within the recesses of the mind.
However as my mate Cammy says ‘fair play’ for giving it a go. Great song. Wonderful live recording.
Rory
Christy's reply
I’ll have to get the box out again and give that red a spin…..time is scarce..I’ve started work on a new collection
Hi Christy..
I was reading through the previous posts , it was good to see Prince Waldango’s numbers were on a roll. “They sold the old linoleum” , the oil soaked cormorant “ .. Deadly team you two boys … universal stars aligning for him
, you and the listener –
What a great find on the hunt ! There is a romanisation in the nostalgia of the hunt for a deadly aul number … compared to this new digital age . The lengths you had to go through, which made the find sweeter .. good aul feeling. I swapped football cards for classmates parents records as a boy , as a young teen I blew the local libraries yearly budget ordering your albums into the locked revolving cassette case i discovered in its corner .. (the discography used to be in the back of the cassette which gave you a head start )….. though it’s definitely easier now, with playlist functions you stumble across the odd cracker – maya devitry’s “nothing else matters” was todays find ..
Long live the hunt ! Take care Christo ,
Baz x
Christy's reply
easier perhaps ….but lets not forget the fun of the chase…travelling far to hear a particular song….up to Boyle to hear The Grehan Sister’s, to Cavan to seek “The Bundle of Lies”, to Tulla to find “Spancilhill” and “The Scariff Martyr’s”, hearing “The Galtee Mountain Boy” at a lock-in in Clonmel….”Johnny Jump up” in The Brown Pub in Kealkill….”Tribute to Woody”in a squat in Finsbury Park, “Hey Little Mother”in Bergen, “People’s Own MP” on Merseyside….
….these days verses arrive on-line or in the post….I still appreciate the process, but often cherish good memories of the chase
Yes christy all is well mate thanks for asking. Things are good keeping busy with mum – meetings & music. Got my new one man show on the rd so the gigs are coming in slowly. Hope you got to listen to the song – the song is for you and my amends to you. I’m 2 years and
3 months clean and grateful to be back on board. Happy Xmas buddy … … .
Jason … … . ☘7️⃣🎵🐈⬛🐈🔺️
Christy's reply
Thanks for sharing Jason….well done on your 2 years and 3 months….sobriety is the gift we cherish…keep up the good work
Hello Christy,
Refaat Alareer was a Palestinian poet who is murdered on December 6th 2023 by an israelish bomb on his house in northern Gaza. Just before he died he wrote a poem for his daughter, entitled If I must die. In April 2024 his daughter as well his grandchild were killed by a bombing on the tentcamp where they lived. I would like to share this poem with you and the guestbook-friends, so we can remember them.
If I must die, you must live
To tell my story, to sell my things
To buy a piece of cloth and some strings
(make it white with a long tail)
So that a child somewhere in Gaza
while looking heaven in the eye, awaiting his dad, who left in a blaze – and bid no one fare well, not even to his flesh, not
even to himself – sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up above
and thinks for a moment an angel is there bringing back love
If I must die
Let it bring hope,
Let it be a tale
Sorry, wrong link this should be it
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=kcoWUt51zaU
3 in a row
And here is said video! Rod bought himself a gaff in Dublin not so long ago, he was spotted recently in my local, which I must stress is on the opposite side of the city. I wasn’t there myself but if he turns up again when I am there I must ask him about Ray Jackson!
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=hQqNUwNNkTo&pp=QAFIAQ%3D%3D
There’s a bit more to that story about the Maggie May Mandolin bit John. Have a look at the link and scroll down to “Maggie May on Top Of The Pops”
https://peel.fandom.com/wiki/Rod_Stewart
He obviously wasn’t very appreciative of Ray Jacksons mandolin playing as he refers to him on the album notes, “The mandolin was played by the mandolin player in Lindisfarne. The name slips my mind.”
Hi Christy, I went to see Lindisfarne last night, the late great Alan Hull unfortunately no longer with us (R.I.P.) but at 55 years of age the Lady Eleanor still sounding as mystical and enigmatic as ever. I often thought that in a parallel universe Lady Eleanor & Little Musgrove would have made the perfect couple. Music trivia fact for fellow readers, it was Lindisfarnes Ray Jackson who played the mandolin on Rod Stewarts ‘Wake up Maggie’. Just wondered if you ever bumped into the the Lindisfarne lads for a Newcastle Brown Ale (or two) whilst touring the North East in your early years. P,S Alan Hulls Winter Song another great tune.
https://open.spotify.com/track/2rKdqPuwbauF7Y48AlGL0l?si=-ojkHiKqSgGM9m7ko_7rfA&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A7LVLRenUUDhupoxyw30lrV
Christy
I Stumbled upon this lovely song today by the genius that is Mick Blake. Thought i had bought all the CDs and Bandcamp stuff he had produced until i happened upon this .
As always, well in Mick.
Rory
Hi Christy
Thanks to Rory for posting the film link. My phone doesn’t touch such things!
Great that there are two films about The Watersons. Both capturing the charisma and the era that set them up.Brlliant that you shared road time with them…for me,a treasured memory of their harmonies…reverberating the Lesser Free Trade Hall,at the top of the historic building,1971.
Thinking of archive records…awhile back you mentioned working with ITMA re items from your personal collection.Its a terrific project and many here will be looking forward to the outcome.
Back to the Watersons here …’Frost and Fire’…perfect Winter music
Have a good day
Dave
First heard them in a Folk Club in Hyde,Chesire back in 1966….The Pennine Folk were the resident Band
l not be a great end to a post
Tabhair Aire
Bourkey
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Hi Christy
Any chance of a set list from the Vicar St. run.
Just curious that’s all …
A show coming your way in January 14 and 15
The Life and Times of Paddy Armstrong.
Folks leaving unbelievable treasure to the charity
shops of Galway town …
Amy is on Sky arts.
What a voice, what talent, what a waste.
Eleven sleeps till the man comes around.
Going to see Mary Coughlan on Friday
That wil
Wed..Dec 11th
1.Chicago
2.Quinta Brigada
3.Johnny Boy
4.Ride On
5.Black & Amber
6.Cabaret
7.Palestine
8.Lightning,Bird, Wind, River Man
9.Lyra McKee
10.Cumann na Mná
11.Magdalen Laundry
12.Lingo Politico
13.Broomielaw
14.Big Marquee
15.Nancy Spain
16.Ordinary Man
17.Boy in The Wild
18.16 Jolly Ravers
19.Voyage
20.Well below Valley
21.Lemon 7s
22.Smoke & Strong Whiskey
23.Biko Drum
24.Black is The Colour
25.Snowflakes
26.Stardust in Artane
27.Beeswing
28.Joxer
7 nights completed…. 57 songs so far and many others I hope to sing before the run is over….I have 23 that I hope to fit in…maybe I’ll need to do a long gig !
56 years ago I did a gig that lasted 13 hours..a Folk Club in Blythe….the Scottish Singer Nigel Denver did 12 hours the previous year…very late one night after a gig and a load of Newcastle Brown, I was challenged and foolishly accepted…it somehow ended up in The Guinness Book of Records ( pre Diageo)
christy
this from Dagrab
a link to a film about the Watersons
https://youtu.be/3Vrszb4w318?feature=shared
Thanks Rory….I’ve loved this film for many the long year…my favourite Band as I first met them
Great storyteller, Pat. Gü.
Hello Christy,
Talking of thuribles..
Theres nothing like a ridiculously large one whizzing past to make me think of monty python.
https://youtube.com/shorts/GkTWtM7z-G0?si=5iCP2zDEtT-paRW1
It takes four guys to wield it and looks like it could be used by Tarzan for jungle transport.
Rebecca
I’ve just imagined that Thurible taking the heads off the 3 skypilots….then the pope could canonise the fuckers
Pat …. Christy will tell you that the thurible was well behaved in St. Conleth’s, I hope.
not always Frankie….have you forgotten that Benediction where Monsenior Miller’s hassock went on fire and Paddy Cullen had to send for the Fire Brigade…they did not arrive until the following Morning as Mrs Dunnes Chipper went up the same evening
Jerra Christy, a wee story to warm the cockles of some hearts this cold Saturday morning.
Yourself and Ed comparing experiences serving on the altar brought back one of my most frightening memories.
There was I, serving Sunday evening Devotions …the 5 sorrowful mysteries of the rosary followed by Benediction when the priest waggles the thurible at the baby Jesus statue I always thought….
Well you know yourself Christy,a small rural parish, sure Sunday after second mass and a grand feed of the Sunday roast with cabbage and spuds from the garden, the day was spent running and leppin around the fields, ruining Jem Murphy’s cocks of hay, climbing trees and hunting for birds eggs to blow….
And the afternoon in the football field watching the Geraldines batin Roche Emmets in the Junior Two league….but most of the time behind the goals runnin after the ball, talking a few kicks before someone yelled ‘will yis give the ball back, there’s a game to be finished’
Home again for a nice wee fry for Sunday tea, then runnin up the chapel pass to be on time to get the feckin thurible lit…that was my job, a devil’s own job, most time out the back swinging like mad to get a puff of smoke before the canon emerged, vested and probably better fed, ‘now young Darcy, keep that thing lit, we need the smoke…yes father…its Canon to you…yes Canon….’
First the community announcement from the Canon:
‘youse may well have seen Jem Murphy’s tractor in the fields and on the road today…no worries, he asked for and got special dispensation to save some hay today due to the bad weather we have been havin….’
Then on with the Devotions.
You can imagine the scene Christy, the couple of dozen faithful droning on hail Mary, holy Mary …the few lights on low to save on the electricity, the bit of smoke and incense, the days exertions setting in….
Young Darcy, maybe 9 or ten years old, getting a bit heavy headed…
BANG
What in God’s name was that!
Didn’t I just nod off for a second and blatter the thurible against the top step of the altar in front of me!
Wood chips, blazing charcoal and smoldering incense all over the place!
The shame, the controversy!
A messenger was dispatched straight away to the canon law archives…..could the Devotions continue after a 29 minute fire break,or would we need to start the whole thing all over again.
Good sense prevailed, also the knowledge that Glenroe would be starting soon and we all needed to see if anything was stirrin for Miley and Biddy….
But Christy, wasn’t I the talk of the parish!
That evening:
We’re you not at the Devotions? Did you not see what Nancy Darcy’s young fella did? Didn’t he just shower the altar with burning charcoals, wasn’t Canon Campbell lucky he wasn’t set alight…
The next day:
Well! Ya missed it! Didn’t young Darcy throw the thurible stuff all over Canon Campbell, set his soutane alight, lucky there was a big blanket in the sacristy to wrap around him and save his life…
The end of the week:
So you didn’t make it to Devotions? Lucky you. Nancy Bird’s young fella took some kind of fit, threw the thurible stuff all over the Canon and the altar rails, myself ( and the five million others now claiming attendance) had to be evacuated….got out, sure did you not hear the fire brigade?
Christy, if it wasn’t for the odd half a crown to be got at a rich man’s wedding, I would have packed my active service in there and then!
See you 20th Jan in headquarters.
our Sexton always checked the altar boys envelope
Just a heads up that some hacking activity underway on Facebook by pretend CM
– mind how you go, my friends..
Lotsa good wishes
Danny Harris
Thanks Danny…we’ll have to look into that,…but the help wont be here til next Tuesday…
Hi christy
I saw you posted recently about answering the call of Smoke and Strong Whiskey and , i think, nearly getting it all right.
In the Box Set’s Red disc you get a shout out for it .
There its not all quite ‘right’ either and you explain that its a song you have to ‘check out’ every once in a while and off the cuff it was harder to recall it all….or words to that effect.
Mind you with such a huge back catalogue it is hardly surprising that you cant suddenly pluck every lyric or chord from deep within the recesses of the mind.
However as my mate Cammy says ‘fair play’ for giving it a go. Great song. Wonderful live recording.
Rory
I’ll have to get the box out again and give that red a spin…..time is scarce..I’ve started work on a new collection
Hi Christopher,
Hope you are well and holding on there in your Mandolin Mountain.
I am banned from the poisonous Twitter!
Street demons are coming out to play on my emails.
I wish I could emigrate to Jupiter or the planet Zeta, far from the Madding Crowd.
Hugs
Hi Christy..
I was reading through the previous posts , it was good to see Prince Waldango’s numbers were on a roll. “They sold the old linoleum” , the oil soaked cormorant “ .. Deadly team you two boys … universal stars aligning for him
, you and the listener –
What a great find on the hunt ! There is a romanisation in the nostalgia of the hunt for a deadly aul number … compared to this new digital age . The lengths you had to go through, which made the find sweeter .. good aul feeling. I swapped football cards for classmates parents records as a boy , as a young teen I blew the local libraries yearly budget ordering your albums into the locked revolving cassette case i discovered in its corner .. (the discography used to be in the back of the cassette which gave you a head start )….. though it’s definitely easier now, with playlist functions you stumble across the odd cracker – maya devitry’s “nothing else matters” was todays find ..
Long live the hunt ! Take care Christo ,
Baz x
easier perhaps ….but lets not forget the fun of the chase…travelling far to hear a particular song….up to Boyle to hear The Grehan Sister’s, to Cavan to seek “The Bundle of Lies”, to Tulla to find “Spancilhill” and “The Scariff Martyr’s”, hearing “The Galtee Mountain Boy” at a lock-in in Clonmel….”Johnny Jump up” in The Brown Pub in Kealkill….”Tribute to Woody”in a squat in Finsbury Park, “Hey Little Mother”in Bergen, “People’s Own MP” on Merseyside….
….these days verses arrive on-line or in the post….I still appreciate the process, but often cherish good memories of the chase
Yes christy all is well mate thanks for asking. Things are good keeping busy with mum – meetings & music. Got my new one man show on the rd so the gigs are coming in slowly. Hope you got to listen to the song – the song is for you and my amends to you. I’m 2 years and
3 months clean and grateful to be back on board. Happy Xmas buddy … … .
Jason … … . ☘7️⃣🎵🐈⬛🐈🔺️
Thanks for sharing Jason….well done on your 2 years and 3 months….sobriety is the gift we cherish…keep up the good work
Hello Christy,
Refaat Alareer was a Palestinian poet who is murdered on December 6th 2023 by an israelish bomb on his house in northern Gaza. Just before he died he wrote a poem for his daughter, entitled If I must die. In April 2024 his daughter as well his grandchild were killed by a bombing on the tentcamp where they lived. I would like to share this poem with you and the guestbook-friends, so we can remember them.
If I must die, you must live
To tell my story, to sell my things
To buy a piece of cloth and some strings
(make it white with a long tail)
So that a child somewhere in Gaza
while looking heaven in the eye, awaiting his dad, who left in a blaze – and bid no one fare well, not even to his flesh, not
even to himself – sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up above
and thinks for a moment an angel is there bringing back love
If I must die
Let it bring hope,
Let it be a tale
I hope you can appreciate it.
Love to all
Thank you for sharing Moeke….
Let Us Remember…..
Refaat Alareer………..
Ration cards about to be issued.
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