Hlo Christy,
I’ve no idea about the Roscrea and Thurles song. I haven’t heard you sing it. There’s a few albums I haven’t got.
I listened to Ronnie Drew singing the Glendalough Saint. What a grouchy guy, and Ronnie was pretty snarly too.
Here’s a couple of verses I wrote tto let Kitty tell her story.
When Kitty looked at the old saint
She thought, that trout’s surely too big for him.
If I sit here and polish his plate
Maybe he’ll let me sit down with him.
For I know that a woman or girl
Can easily cause consternation.
But female and male may yet learn
To share nothing but sweet conversation.
When I first signed up to the guestbook I seriously considered calling myself Robert.
I’d never have had the opportunity to share any of my work, but some things could have been simpler.
Rebecca
Christy's reply
I’ve never gigged this song..it was gone by the time I jumped ship in 1966…
“The Bold Rake” is track 5 on the Green Disc from The Box Set(1964-2004)…. it was recorded in Joe McGrath’s Kitchen in Tulla Co Clare in 1964..my first encounter with a tape recorder…it was gleaned from Colm O’Lochlainn’s “Irish Street Ballads”…..the subject,a Tipperary scoundrel,needs revisiting….that his wanton ways be correctly chronicled rather then celebrated in song…. the manner of Mike Waterson’s ” Stitch in Time” a possible blue print….I’ve added it to my to do list
Should we return? WHEN we return, and we will! And sure maybe, just maybe, we will get you safely onto the continent, and bring you to all the auld haunts.
Christy's reply
I hear the hum of tyres upon a diatant autobahn….we’re journeying from Roscoff to Bergen, stopping at every Folk Club and Concert Hall on the way, Crepes in Brest, Schmaltz in Bremen,Cabbage in Copenhagen…..all I gotta do is dream
Hiya Christy!! Hope you’re keeping well! Do you know Brendan Larrissey and/or Martin Hayes? They were both my fiddle teachers…brilliant musicians such as yourself…
I’m trying to learn guitar but finding it challenging based on my muscle memory for fiddle…how can I overcome that?
Christy's reply
I wish you well upon your journey
I’ve no advice to offer but I do understand your difficulty
I developed bad habits from day 1 on the guitar
I’ve never managed to correct them and I still wrestle the consequences 60 years on
That said, I spend many contented hours each day strumming, picking,lashing and/or gently caressing those six strings over my 8 or 9 chords….keeps me outa trouble
For decades I envied the brilliant guitar players and their stunning accompaniments,forever frustrated by own playing….until one day I found acceptance and gratitude for the gifts given me….
Christy, Michael Hipkiss from Cork was buried today. I spoke to him years ago and he sang Banks of my own lovely lea to my mother when she was seriously ill in hospital.
Remember seeing u at the Odeon Birmingham and u were asking if Mick was in the audience.
Just thought I would pass on the sad news.
Christy's reply
Thanks Danny..Yes, we heard of Mick’s passing….I remember him singing that song…
A good day that references Dylan /Guthrie and Drew… every day should contain multitudes of the same…
News of an interesting Irish oriented souvenir of Dylan’s 80th.Numerous different contributors and some sketches by Rory Gallagher RIP – details at http://www.mcloughlinbooks.com – possibly available in other ‘ good stores’ too…
Sunny now – can never find a top hat when needed… D
Now and then, there’s writing that sums up a person or place… apologies for the length of the following post, but it struck me that there would be appreciation by many readers here.
The words are about Dylan (inc quotes from some of his lyrics, but could relate to other such visionaries – eg Woody) written by one of his oldest travelling buddies. From the sleevenotes of ‘Tell Tale Signs’- official bootleg #8.
‘…He ain’t talking, but he’s still walking, heart burning, still yearning. He’s trampling through the mud, through the blistering sun, getting damp from the misty rain. He’s got his top hat on, ambling along with his cane, stopping to watch all the young men and young women in their bright – colored clothes cavorting in the park. Despite all the grief and devastation he’s seen on his odyssey, his heart isn’t weary, it’s light and it’s free, bursting over with affection for all those who sailed with him and share his code. And it’s dawn now, the sun beginning to shine down on him and his heart is still in the Highlands, over those hills, far away. But there’s a way to get there, and if anyone can, he’ll figure it out. And in the meantime, he’s already there in his mind. That mind decidedly out of time. And we’re all that much richer for his journey.’
Larry ” Ratso” Sloman New York City, 2008
Enjoy the day
Dave
Christy's reply
Good man Ratso…Fair Play Dave..reminds me of “Tribute to Woody”
May have leaned to much toward brevity there. Was meaning to relate positive experience at first live performance I’ve been to in well over a year. Also, seemed performer was reinvigorated by it, and I’m wishing same to you, Mr. Moore, and those all around.
Christy's reply
thanks for the sign post towards Patty Larkin…should we return, we’ll never take the phenomenon of “live” performance for granted again….from either side of the “lamps”
I attended first live since – Patty Larkin rooftop parking show. She’s fantastic, but wouldn’t be big on alt/folk radar there. It was like before, only with masks. She was aglow, looking half her years.
“Arise Knocknagoshel, and take your place among the nations of the earth!”. Knocknagoshel is a place remembered in Irish history for the banner carried aloft by local men at a rally addressed by Irish politician Charles Stewart Parnell, in Newcastle West in 1891.
Christy's reply
from Knocknagoshel to Newbridge came the late Jonno Heffernan…a Dominican priest he once tried to teach me Latin ( mensa mensam) History ( Brian Ború ) and Geography ( Carlow ,Mallow, Thurles and Tuam)…one of the good ones
I played two nights in Knocknagoshel a few years back…for me,it was wonderful
Thanks to DI Rebecca for the images… my cover is more pale/ faded, but same image – with different style sleeve notes – Shanachie CD 79035 1991 Shanachie Records Corp.
Knockna what !!!! ….too long a drive after intercounty lockdown. Sure the Dubs are fatigued after travelling to Roscommon yesterday. The Kingdom will try and catch them on the hop next weekend in Thurles; them lads wouldn’t be used to 2 weekends away in a row.
Id suggest, go down the M50, on to the M4 head for Kinnegad, stop at Mother Hubbards………….we could have an outdoor session there, and a swarm of Truckers could join in.
Best Regards.
Christy's reply
I’ve not frequented Mother Hubbard’s since Barry closed his Chuck Wagon…..always a good stop for a chat, good tea and A 1 sambos…always looked forward to that stop
Hlo Christy,
I’ve no idea about the Roscrea and Thurles song. I haven’t heard you sing it. There’s a few albums I haven’t got.
I listened to Ronnie Drew singing the Glendalough Saint. What a grouchy guy, and Ronnie was pretty snarly too.
Here’s a couple of verses I wrote tto let Kitty tell her story.
When Kitty looked at the old saint
She thought, that trout’s surely too big for him.
If I sit here and polish his plate
Maybe he’ll let me sit down with him.
For I know that a woman or girl
Can easily cause consternation.
But female and male may yet learn
To share nothing but sweet conversation.
When I first signed up to the guestbook I seriously considered calling myself Robert.
I’d never have had the opportunity to share any of my work, but some things could have been simpler.
Rebecca
I’ve never gigged this song..it was gone by the time I jumped ship in 1966…
“The Bold Rake” is track 5 on the Green Disc from The Box Set(1964-2004)…. it was recorded in Joe McGrath’s Kitchen in Tulla Co Clare in 1964..my first encounter with a tape recorder…it was gleaned from Colm O’Lochlainn’s “Irish Street Ballads”…..the subject,a Tipperary scoundrel,needs revisiting….that his wanton ways be correctly chronicled rather then celebrated in song…. the manner of Mike Waterson’s ” Stitch in Time” a possible blue print….I’ve added it to my to do list
Should we return? WHEN we return, and we will! And sure maybe, just maybe, we will get you safely onto the continent, and bring you to all the auld haunts.
I hear the hum of tyres upon a diatant autobahn….we’re journeying from Roscoff to Bergen, stopping at every Folk Club and Concert Hall on the way, Crepes in Brest, Schmaltz in Bremen,Cabbage in Copenhagen…..all I gotta do is dream
Hiya Christy!! Hope you’re keeping well! Do you know Brendan Larrissey and/or Martin Hayes? They were both my fiddle teachers…brilliant musicians such as yourself…
I’m trying to learn guitar but finding it challenging based on my muscle memory for fiddle…how can I overcome that?
I wish you well upon your journey
I’ve no advice to offer but I do understand your difficulty
I developed bad habits from day 1 on the guitar
I’ve never managed to correct them and I still wrestle the consequences 60 years on
That said, I spend many contented hours each day strumming, picking,lashing and/or gently caressing those six strings over my 8 or 9 chords….keeps me outa trouble
For decades I envied the brilliant guitar players and their stunning accompaniments,forever frustrated by own playing….until one day I found acceptance and gratitude for the gifts given me….
Christy, Michael Hipkiss from Cork was buried today. I spoke to him years ago and he sang Banks of my own lovely lea to my mother when she was seriously ill in hospital.
Remember seeing u at the Odeon Birmingham and u were asking if Mick was in the audience.
Just thought I would pass on the sad news.
Thanks Danny..Yes, we heard of Mick’s passing….I remember him singing that song…
Good God, you’re waxing poetically on all those sugar factory towns.
‘Farmer Michael Hayes’, a guess just off the top of my head.
afraid not Ed, but a good effort…I dont think Michael Hayes had much opportunity for the sweet lie-down
Great to Ronan Collins giving ” Reel in the Flickering Light” a spin today in tribute to Colm.
Fair Play to Ronan Collins…one of the few in bealach a seacht who respect the unheralded ones who create much of our music….
That geography teacher taught you the sugar factorys, Carlow, Mallow, Tuam and Thurles.
incorrect Ed
for poetic reasons its gotta run… “Carlow ,Mallow,Thurles and Tuam”
think of The Tuam Beet,Follow me up to Carlow,De Rakes a Mallow
and
“O the very first night to the Town of Roscrea we did stray,
the night after that in the sweet town of Thurles we lay”
can anyone place that FROM MEMORY…no googlin or wikipedin
ps ‘Happy Birthday Mr Bob’ is the book – Liam MacNally, Westport, Co Mayo – at the controls… D
Hi Christy
A good day that references Dylan /Guthrie and Drew… every day should contain multitudes of the same…
News of an interesting Irish oriented souvenir of Dylan’s 80th.Numerous different contributors and some sketches by Rory Gallagher RIP – details at http://www.mcloughlinbooks.com – possibly available in other ‘ good stores’ too…
Sunny now – can never find a top hat when needed… D
That top hat and cane make me think of the daddy long legs in The Reel in the Flickering Light.
Tripping the light fantastic.
“get outa me sight sez the saint
cant you see I’m a man of great piety
my good manners I would’nt taint
by mixin in female society”
“But Kitty she would’nt give in
when he came back to his rockery
Kitty was seated within
she was polishin up his auld crockery”
as sung by Ronnie Drew in 1964 ( from “The Glendalough Saint”)
Mornin’ Christy
Now and then, there’s writing that sums up a person or place… apologies for the length of the following post, but it struck me that there would be appreciation by many readers here.
The words are about Dylan (inc quotes from some of his lyrics, but could relate to other such visionaries – eg Woody) written by one of his oldest travelling buddies. From the sleevenotes of ‘Tell Tale Signs’- official bootleg #8.
‘…He ain’t talking, but he’s still walking, heart burning, still yearning. He’s trampling through the mud, through the blistering sun, getting damp from the misty rain. He’s got his top hat on, ambling along with his cane, stopping to watch all the young men and young women in their bright – colored clothes cavorting in the park. Despite all the grief and devastation he’s seen on his odyssey, his heart isn’t weary, it’s light and it’s free, bursting over with affection for all those who sailed with him and share his code. And it’s dawn now, the sun beginning to shine down on him and his heart is still in the Highlands, over those hills, far away. But there’s a way to get there, and if anyone can, he’ll figure it out. And in the meantime, he’s already there in his mind. That mind decidedly out of time. And we’re all that much richer for his journey.’
Larry ” Ratso” Sloman New York City, 2008
Enjoy the day
Dave
Good man Ratso…Fair Play Dave..reminds me of “Tribute to Woody”
May have leaned to much toward brevity there. Was meaning to relate positive experience at first live performance I’ve been to in well over a year. Also, seemed performer was reinvigorated by it, and I’m wishing same to you, Mr. Moore, and those all around.
thanks for the sign post towards Patty Larkin…should we return, we’ll never take the phenomenon of “live” performance for granted again….from either side of the “lamps”
I attended first live since – Patty Larkin rooftop parking show. She’s fantastic, but wouldn’t be big on alt/folk radar there. It was like before, only with masks. She was aglow, looking half her years.
“Arise Knocknagoshel, and take your place among the nations of the earth!”. Knocknagoshel is a place remembered in Irish history for the banner carried aloft by local men at a rally addressed by Irish politician Charles Stewart Parnell, in Newcastle West in 1891.
from Knocknagoshel to Newbridge came the late Jonno Heffernan…a Dominican priest he once tried to teach me Latin ( mensa mensam) History ( Brian Ború ) and Geography ( Carlow ,Mallow, Thurles and Tuam)…one of the good ones
I played two nights in Knocknagoshel a few years back…for me,it was wonderful
A blast from the past. Its a Mystery. Toyah & Robert Fripp – When It’s A Mystery meets King Crimson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VoPtwmWULmU
Sound JP…I love this …..
“come single belle and beau,unto me pay attention
dont ever fall in love, its the devil’s own invention”
Hi Christy
Thanks to DI Rebecca for the images… my cover is more pale/ faded, but same image – with different style sleeve notes – Shanachie CD 79035 1991 Shanachie Records Corp.
Ace LP, even if dubious provenance!? D
singin I have news of a grand arrival
Words and Music is one of my favourite albums. Pics here
https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10164825184790136&id=847680135
Thank you Dave for the reassurance about the 2nd jab.
there was a lord who lived in this land
Very good.
A package from aiteann bui in my letterbox here.
spot prize
Knockna what !!!! ….too long a drive after intercounty lockdown. Sure the Dubs are fatigued after travelling to Roscommon yesterday. The Kingdom will try and catch them on the hop next weekend in Thurles; them lads wouldn’t be used to 2 weekends away in a row.
Id suggest, go down the M50, on to the M4 head for Kinnegad, stop at Mother Hubbards………….we could have an outdoor session there, and a swarm of Truckers could join in.
Best Regards.
I’ve not frequented Mother Hubbard’s since Barry closed his Chuck Wagon…..always a good stop for a chat, good tea and A 1 sambos…always looked forward to that stop