Donegal, Dundalk & Dungannon

Beechmount – West Belfast, Bantry Masters, Clonakilty

Beechmount – West Belfast July 30th, Bantry Masters August 13th, Clonakilty August 30th, 31st

Musikhalle, Hamburg & Tempodrome, Berlin

Musikhalle, Hamburg
25th October

1. North and South
2. Beeswing
3. Missing You
4. Butterfly
5. Sixteen Fishermen Raving
6. Motherland
7. Hattie Carroll
8. America I.L.Y.
9. City of Chicago
10. Ride On
11. Biko Drum
12. Magic nights
13. Hiroshima N.R.R.
14. Burning Times
15. Flickering Light
16. Aongus
17. Delirium Tremens
18. Only our Rivers
19. Released (Declan)
20. Faithfull Departed
21. Natives
22. The Shovel
23. Nancy Spain
24. After The deluge
25. Pontchartrain
26. Lisdoonvarna

Encore

27. Voyage
28. Back Home in Derry
29. Hurt
30. Black is the Colour
31. Sonny’s dream

2 hours, 35 minutes

 

Tempodrome, Berlin
27th October

1. Burning Times
2. North and South
3. Hiroshima Nagasaki Russian Roulette
4. Pontchartrain
5. Biko Drum
6. Hattie Carroll
7. Wandering Aongus
8. Missing You
9. Butterfly
10. Wise and Holy Woman
11. America.I.L.Y
12. Viva La Quince brigada
13. Ride On
14. Ordinary Man
15. Beeswing
16. Go Move Shift
17. Motherland
18. Two Island swans
19. Natives
20. City of Chicago
21. Delirium Tremens
22. Released (Declan)
23. Metropolitan Avenue
24. The Contender
25. Lisdoonvarna
26. Black is the colour

Encore

27. Allende
28. Victor Jara
29. Hurt
30. The Shovel
31. Nancy Spain

2 hours, 25 minutes

TF Castlebar May

May 13th
2005

Ennis, Sligo, Armagh

GLÓR Ennis, 14th March; Sligo 22nd & 23rd; Armagh 31st & 1st April
2005

Wexford, Cork, Clonakilty

Vicar St., Dublin

april 6th

1.Back home in Derry

2.North and South

3. Pity the poor Immigrant

4.Chicago

5.Barrowland.

6.Yellow Triangle

7.Cry like a man

8.Ordinary man

9.This is the day

10.No time for love

11.Little musgrave

12. Missing You

13. Scapegoats ( for Paddy Hill)

14.Corrina

15.Beeswing

16. Smoke and strong whiskey

17.Two conneeleys

18.Viva la Quinte Brigada

19 Time has come

20.Natives

21 Biko drum

22 Ride On

23.Hiroshima Nagasaki Russian Roulette

encore

24.McIlhatton

25.Nancy Spain

26.Bright blue rose

27.Black is the colour( For Hamish Imlach)

28. Lisdoonvarna

 

Royal Concert Hall,Glasgae

april 9th 2007

1. Back Home in derry

2. Chicago

3. Barrowland

4. Beeswing

5.Hattie carroll

6.Biko Drum

7.Wise and Holy Woman

8.Hiroshima

9.Motherland

10. Quinte Brigada

11. Declan sang Corrina

12.Smoke and Strong Whiskey

13.Immigrant

14.Missing you

15.McIlhatton

16.Butterfly

17.Delerium Tremens

18. North and south

19.Time has Come

20 A pair of Brown Eyes

21. Scapegoats

22.Lisdoonvarna

encore

23.Bright blue rose

24 Faithfull Departed

25. Ride On.

Hamburg, Laeisz Halle

17th May 2007

1. One Last Cold Kiss
2. Beeswing
3. Missing You
4. I Pity The Poor Immigrant
5. Hiroshima Nagasaki Russian Roulette
6. Little Musgrave
7. Back Home In Derry
8. The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll
9. North & South
10. The Least We Can Do
11. Ordinary Man
12. Burning Times
13. Yellow Woman’s Door (Declan)
14. Black Is The Colour
15. Natives
16. Motherland
17. Viva La Quinta Brigada
18. Ride On
19. The City Of Chicago
20. Allende
21. Biko Drum
22. The Time Has Come
23. A Pair Of Brown Eyes
24. Reel In The Flickering Light
25. Nancy Spain
26. Lisdoonvarna
27. The Cliffs Of Dooneen
28. The Lakes Of Pontchartrain
29. Bright Blue Rose

Bridgewater Manchester

Nov 19th 2007

1. aisling
2. all for the roses
3. beeswing
4. missing you
5. biko drum
6. yellow triangle
7. cliffs of dooneen
8. fairytale of n.y.
9. north and south of the river
10. black is the colour
11. quinte brigada
12. stitch in time
13. i will
14. chicago
15. merseyside
16. nancy
17. joxer
18. ride on
19. ordinary man
20. time has come
21. smoke and strong whiskey
22. voyage
23. flickering light
24. lisdoonvarna
25. john of dreams
26. wise and holy woman
27. allende

The Sage Gateshead

1. aisling
2. all for the roses
3. biko drum
4. magic nights
5. missing you
6. cliffs of dooneen
7. companeros
8. allende
9. chicago
10. stitch
11. I will
12. fairytale of n.y.
13. shovel
14. black is the colour
15. sacco and vanzetti
16. merseyside
17. flickering light
18. north and south
19. joxer
20. ride on
21. quinte brigada
22. beeswing
23. lisdoonvarna
24. voyage
25. quiet desperation
26. john of dreams

Waterfront, Belfast 2008

Monday May 5th

1. After the Deluge
2. Natives
3. Back Home in Derry
4. Time has Come.
5. McIlhatton
6. Missing You
7. Quiet Desperation
8. Merseyside
9. Quinte
10. Contender
11. Metropolitan Avenue
12. Biko Drum
13. On The Bridge
14. Brown Eyes
15. Sacco and Vanzetti
16. I Will
17. Shovel
18. Minds Locked Shut
19. Beeswing
20. As I Roved Out
21. Only Our Rivers
22. Ordinary Man
23. Stitch in Time
24. Joxer
25. City of Chicago
26. Black is the colour
27. Lisdoonvarna
28. Cliffs of Dooneen
29. Ride On

 

Tuesday 6th May

1. Deluge
2. Aisling
3. McIlhatton
4. Barrowland
5. Smoke and strong Whisky
6. On The bridge
7. Natives
8. Shovel
9. Quiet desperation
10. Missing You
11. Nancy Spain
12. Quinte
13. Motherland
14. Hattie Carroll
15. Stitch
16. Go Move shift
17. Bright Blue Rose
18. Joxer
19. Derry
20. Hurt
21. Lisdoonvarna
22. Time has Come
23. Ride on
24. No Time For Love.

Monday 19th May.

1. Deluge
2. Smoke&Whiskey
3. Black is the colour
4. Companeros
5. Go move Shift
6. Natives
7. Missing You
8. Quiet desperation
9. Ordinary Man
10. Scapegoats
11. Barrowland
12. I will
13. Yellow Furze Woman
14. Stitch
15. North and south
16. Time has Come
17. Joxer
18. Shovel
19. Minds Locked shut
20. Ride On’
21. Biko Drum
22. All for the roses
23. Beeswing
24. Derry
25. Nancy Spain
26. Lisdoonvarna
27. Bright Blue Rose
28. Quinte Brigada

 

Tuesday May 20^th

 

1. Deluge
2. Motherland
3. McIlhatton
4. Faithfull Departed
5. Shovel
6. Beeswing
7. Missing you
8. Merseyside
9. Victor Jara
10. Sacco and Vanzetti (In memory of Jim Lawlor)
11. Derry
12. Cliffs
13. Smoke&Whiskey
14. Casey
15. I will
16. Stitch
17. Joxer
18. Biko
19. On The bridge
20. Quinte.
21. Nancy
22. Hattie Carroll
23. Time has come
24. Ordinary man
25. Voyage
26. No Time For Love
27. Ride On

Limerick Concert Hall 2008

Sacco & Vanzetti

Hammersmith Apollo

Hammersmith Apollo, Tuesday 30th October
Reviewed by Robin Denselow, The Guardian.

Most guitar-strumming singer-songwriters start solo then acquire a band, but Christy Moore turned the process on its head. He started out on the folk circuit in the 1960s and went on to work with Planxty and Moving Hearts, but now has only one other guitarist to help him, the sensitive Declan Sinnott.

He has acquired legendary status in Irish music, yet still acts as if he were playing in the intimate setting of a front room. His songs constantly change direction, from humour and whimsy to angry musical history lessons on Cuba, apartheid or the Irish contingent who fought against Franco with the International Brigade. It works because he is a fine storyteller with a glorious, soulful voice and the ability to make other people’s songs his own.

At Hammersmith, his carefully constructed set switched from Yellow Triangle, his thoughtfully chilling song about fascism, to Richard Thompson’s lyrical Beeswing, and then the emotional Missing You, on the loneliness of Irish migrant workers in London. His return here prompted both nostalgia and surprises, with reminiscences of performing at Ewan MacColl’s Singers Club bringing on a MacColl ballad, Sweet Thames, Flow Softly, and memories of the Watersons, followed by a bravely unaccompanied treatment of Mike Waterson’s A Stitch in Time. So it went on, with North and South of the River, the stirring, controversial song of reconciliation in Northern Ireland that he co-wrote with Bono and the Edge, followed by a version of the very funny, half-spoken and stomping Lisdoonvarna and the traditional Cliffs of Dooneen, surely one of the most exquisite of all Irish ballads. Christy Moore may be in his early 60s, but his potency is undiminished.

Barrowland, Pat Ryan

Cappoquin – Ceapach Choinn

Organisations

Alcoholics Anonymous

www.alcoholicsanonymous.ie/opencontent/default.asp

AWARE

www.aware.ie

Childline

www.childline.ie

Samaritans

www.samaritans.org

Trust

www.trust-ireland.ie

Console – living with suicide

www.console.ie/index.aspx?content=home

MOJO (The Miscarriages of justice organisation)

www.mojoscotland.com

Pavee Point Travellers Centre

www.paveepoint.ie

Burma Action Ireland

www.burmaactionireland.org

Children In Crossfire

www.childrenincrossfire.org

Mannix Flynn

www.votemannixflynn.ie

Turn Off The Red Light – End Prostitution and Sex Trafficking in Ireland

http://www.turnofftheredlight.ie/

Richard Boyd Barrett – People Before Profit

http://richardboydbarrett.ie/

 

Lakes of Ponchartrain

Trad / Arr: Christy Moore

C
It was one fine March morning I bid New Orleans adieu
Am G Am C/G F
And I took the road to Jackson town, my fortune to renew.
C Am G Am C/G F
I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain,
C
Which filled me heart with longing for the lakes of Ponchartrain.

I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun,
I rode the rods till evening and I laid me down again.
All strangers there no friends to me till a dark girl towards me came
And I fell in love with my Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain.

I said, “Me pretty Creole girl, me money here’s no good,
If it weren’t for the alligators, I’d sleep out in the wood.”
“You’re welcome here, kind stranger, from such sad thoughts refrain,
For me Mammy welcomes strangers by the lakes of Ponchartrain.

She took me into her Mammy’s house, and treated me right well.
The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell.
To try and paint her beauty, Im sure twould be in vain,
So handsome was my Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain.

I asked her if she’d marry me. She said that ne’er could be
For she had got a lover and he was far at sea.
She said that she would wait for him and true she would remain
Till he’d return to his Creole girl on the lakes of Ponchartrain.

Its fare thee well, me Creole girl, I never may see you more.
I’ll neer forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore
And at each social gathering, a flowing bowl I’ll drain
And I’ll drink a health to my Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain.
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2000s

Well we had 10 sacks of rice, a container of beans, all our money in silver and gold and not a shaggin’ thing happened. All the greedy promoters lost a packet on their rip off gigs and the hungry hoors of publicans who put on big cover charges got their tight arses burnt. Y2K me bollix.

Into 2000 and I did not one gig all year. It was all book stuff. Finishing off ‘One Voice’. Corrections, re-writes, photos, proof reading, it was all new and kinda’ exciting. Did book signings all over Ireland and also in London. Good fun.

Had a few weird experiences in London. Lunch with The Financial Times was quite superb.Began talking to Declan Sinnot about playing some songs. Then we played at his 50th party and Donal joined in. Then all Decky’s gear got robbed and Donal and I did a benefit (The Stolen Guitars Gig) and Decky joined in and we had a great gig on Wednesday 30th August 2000. Next thing we were recording ‘This Is The Day’ in Kilkenny in January 2001 and we decided to do some gigs on the back of that. These got recorded and are released as ‘Live At Vicar St.’ I’m back in front of the lamps and it feels good, so lets see where we go from here.

Talk Soon,

The Gay Nineties

I remember the nineties alright. I recorded ‘Smoke And Strong Whiskey’ in Westland. It’s a strange album. I fell out with some of the musicians I’d rehearsed with and had to re-convene. The album always sounds too fast to me.

My old label put out a compilation the same time as ‘Smoke And Strong Whiskey’ and it fairly sunk the album but that’s the way those people think, so fuck ‘em (although I must admit it’s a good album!).

’King Puck’ was recorded in Ballyvourney and I used to visit Peader and Geraldine O’Riada for healing cups of tea and honey sandwiches. I got to play with Neil McColl and Máire Breathnach. Got the old ‘Rose’ down at last and also vowed never again to wear make-up no matter what the photographer told me. I still blush when I see the shaggin’ snaps.

Nancy died in 1992 but I still talk to her and I miss her too but she’s not gone too far away. I was finally cut loose from my moorings.

‘Live At The Point’ was a nightmare in the making for I regarded three different sets of gigs at the venue and mixed them all. It was arduous but also rewarding, educational, humbling and sometimes great fun. ’Graffiti Tongue’ came next and some of the early work was wonderful. Inis Meán and Passage were special but back in Ballyvourney it got very lonely. This is the loneliest album I ever made.

I realise I’m only writing about albums here but down the road I’ll fill in some gaps. I’ll tell you all about the real life after ‘Graffiti Tongue’, there was ANOTHER compilation. Yes the fucking ‘Collection Part 2’. There’s a story here too but I won’t tell it just now – only to say that it was the multinationals 1997again. The suits were pressed into my face once more. I didn’t record for three years after ‘Graffiti’ but then I discovered again that the process of recording songs should be enjoyable – that it could be (even) fun.

Me and Leo Pearson down the garden banging ‘Traveller’ together. Fuck it but ‘twas a healing balm. Young Lunny came in and played bouzouki backwards while The Edge was a welcome guest.

There’s another ten years up the spout.

 

 

 

Other Links

Facebook Page

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Christy-Moore/

4711ers (CM discussion forum)

4711ers Forum

The museum of Free Derry

www.museumoffreederry.org/index02.html

Irish Traditional Music Archive

www.itma.ie/English/Broadcasting.html

West Cork Music

www.westcorkmusic.ie

Crooked House Theatre Company

http://kildare.ie/crookedhouse/

Crooked House Theatre Company

http://kildare.ie/crookedhouse/

Review from Ryan Graham

Ryan Graham took the trouble to post this review on the Guest page…
I read it just before the Barrowland gig and it stayed with me

Hi folks, I’ve been up since the early hours this morning on a rare day off and have spent it doing something I haven’t had a chance to do in too long a time. Christy CDs on and just relaxing around the house and trawling through the internet for anything interesting to read. I came across the following post on a soccer forum and it said a lot I myself couldn’t have put in to words so eloquently so I thought I would share them with you.

Anyway, here goes:
Good Morning, in another universe and on another planet, in another time, another place I wear a different hat and coat. In that other world and with a different name I have cause to write sporadically on things simply not related to Celtic Football Club or Football in general. One- Pastime-so to speak, in this other world occasionally involves the reviewing of the odd performance artiste, and in the course of so doing I do occasionally throw in a mention of my love for Celtic Football club and all- or at least most things- related to the club. This morning I feel the need to bring that other world into this football forum- and talk not about football, but about something else entirely. I first “heard” Christy Moore live whilst hanging about outside the Mitchell Street Theatre. It would be the very early ’80’s sometime and he was rehearsing for a gig that night. I had no idea he was on and had no tickets for the gig. I had no idea he was rehearsing- I only heard a noise and a tune that stopped me in my tracks. In those days, I was a part timer. Part time student, part time drinker, part time footballer ( in the purely amateurish and recreational sense ), part time shite talker, part time sage, part time- everything! It is a job description or life style that I have never escaped despite eventually becoming a full time worker, husband, father and I suppose Adult. I am and hopefully always will be a part time something or other. Within two years I had me a job, a wage, a supposedly 9-5 existence, and the permanent smile and laugh that I hope one’s early twenties should bring. I also therefore had the wherewithal and the savvy to go and see the man from Kildare when he next came to town. That too was to become a fixture that I rarely missed and Christy has ever since been a constant source of reference. He still is some nearly 30 years on. The reason for Christy Moore being an Iconic performer was all too much in evidence last night at the Concert Hall. Some may come to listen to the man sing, but for me it is more- far, far more- than the singing which drags me in like a tractor beam. I will openly admit that I frequently, if not always, shed a quiet tear during a Christy concert. It is something that I cannot and never can explain. Whether it is the emotion he throws into a concert, or the songs or the lyrics, or whatever- I am gripped. Seized with the images painted in words and music. He grabs the root tree and branch of the soul and the very being. He can reach into the grave and pull out your ancestors as well as showing you your children. When you look into a child’s face- you are seeing all the human race. Moore has vast cannon of songs and whilst he has a songbook with a list always at hand, there is no set list as such. Yes there is the stable diet of standards, but he feels his way into a vibe and plays and sings what he feels is right in the spur of the moment-often leaving his side kick, Declan Sennett (of whom more later ) having to follow on and catch up. Last night, you clearly got the impression that he had a particular vibe- a particular message. A subliminal statement to make. Starting quite deliberately with North and South (co written with Bono), he went through a range of numbers concerning Ireland and the Irish, the today, the yesterday and the tomorrow. He name checked “Mary” at 70 and “Hannah” at 14. He paid his homage- as he always does- to Scotland and Glasgow in particular with the beautiful Barrowlands, and Black is the colour learned from the late great Hamish. Mentions of Danny Kyle, and the boys of the loch were thrown in and a quick tale about being saved one night by Tam Harvey, Billy Connolly and the late Gerry Rafferty, who threw him into the back of a van one night quickstyle- when he sang the wrong song in the wrong place! There is no need for me to go through a Christy Set list on here- many will know the words and tunes as well as I do if not better. What I want to convey is that I always feel a better man for having been to listen to Christy. He sings and talks of what is right. About the issues. About a moral coda that to me seems absolutely the right path and stance. A stance full of humour and the good things of life with no animosity to your fellow man, and a deep respect and love for those who we share the planet with. However all of this is fortified with the right and belief that you should stand up for your rights and for the rights of the man next door no matter his race, creed, background or whatever. There are few Human beings on this earth who are as “Gentle” as Christy Moore, but by God I swear that Declan Sinnott is one such. His effortless guitar playing and his endless capacity to just follow on wherever Christy chooses to go is, in itself, a wonder. These two men are linked by far more than the desire or need to eek out a living on the road together. There is clearly a deep bond between them, which goes way beyond the playing of music. Declan has huge hands. Hands that could be wrapped around the frets of three guitars at once let alone one. He sings with a lovely gentle voice that should be heard more often, and he plays the guitar with his right shoulder. If you don’t know what I mean by that, then treat yourself and buy a bloody ticket next time round. Declan will applaud some solo stuff that Christy comes out with, and seems sometimes surprised and delighted at what his fellow performer comes away with. Many reading this will have had parents, or grandparents, or great grandparents who came here from Ireland a long time ago. They came in search of the better and to escape if not the great famine, then a different type of famine- oppression, a lack of hope or opportunity, a lack of possibilities for them and their kids. Others will have come to Scotland- and elsewhere- to escape the more recent troubles- the bombs, the bullets, the army, the police, the tensions, the bigotry, the gerrymandering, the unemployment and the general greyness of the 60’s or 70’s that could be found almost anywhere in Britain and Ireland. They came with Hope. Hope and a sense of tradition expressed in music and song. The ability to build, or fix, or mend, to work long hours if given the chance, and to contribute and fend for themselves and theirs. Christy’s songs always bring that back home. The reminder that the ordinary man is precisely that- the ordinary man just going about his day to day. Not seeking conflict or hassle, just the chance of the daily wage, the bread on the table, the ability to give the next generation the leg up. In 2011, life is much more comfortable for many than it was in the’80’s or before. The standard of living is higher and in many respects the rubbish that came with the troubles and the troubles themselves are behind us. Songs will always exist about historical events. Some glorify past actions, some are testament to and a reminder of things in the past which must remain in the past and never be allowed to happen again. Not just in Scotland or Ireland, but England, South America, The US- everywhere.Yep, Christy Moore reminds me of why I get up in the morning, and instills in me the belief that if enough of us pull together then the world will be a better place than yesterday and the day before. He also instills that sense of righteous gentleness that you see in many, many good folk from all walks of life, all colours, and all persuasions. Ordinary people, not politicians, presidents, kings, film stars and the like – just the ordinary Joe. Such a concert is magic – just magic and you leave with the belief that you are absolutely right and justified in dreaming of past, present and future. So if you have never been then make it a must do for the next time yer man comes to town. I swear you will feel the soul move. My oldest son is called Declan, my youngest called Christy – and I just like that. And to the big fella that sat next to me and who tunes in here from time to time– Enjoy the Barrowlands tonight- I will be singing in the living room. So come all you dreamers……….. Ride On!

All For The Roses

Wally Page/Tony Boylan

He’s twenty-five; he’s sick and tired,
It’s time to try the other side,
The B&I to paradise,
To sergeants and their men.

He’s never been to Dun Na Ri,
Combed the beaches after three,
Chips and beer and greenery,
Brothers one and all.

He signed and took the soldiers crest,
A decent man in battle dress,
When bugles blow you do your best,
For sergeants and their men.

All for the roses, over the sea.

He’s way ahead; he’s second to none,
With his fabrique nationali gun,
Marching bands with Saxon blood,
Sergeants and their men.

They landed with the sinking sun,
An invasion by the media run,
They covered up and they kissed with tongues,
Sergeants and their men.

But the phantom gunner danced the end,
And battered human bodies bled,
They butchered us, we butchered them,
Sergeants and their men.

All for the roses, over the sea,
All for the roses, Finglas boys to be.

Now a flower of sleep grows on his grave,
Forgotten soon the cowards and the brave,
But the coldest hate still lives today,
For sergeants and their men.

All for the roses, over the sea,
All for the roses, Finglas boys to be.

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Sorry no essay at present.

 

CHORDS

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Aisling

Shane Mac Gowan

See the bright new moon is rising,
Above the land of black and green.
Hear the rebels voices calling,
I will not die ’till you bury me.

The aunt upstairs in the bed she is calling,
Why has he forsaken me.
Faded pictures in the hallway,
Which one of them brown ghosts is he?

Bless the wind that shakes the barley,
Curse the spade and curse the plough.
I’ve counted years and weeks and days,
And I wish to God I was with you now.

Fare thee well me black-haired diamond,
Fare thee well me own Aisling.
At night fond dreams of you still haunt me,
Far across the grey north sea.

And the wind it blows from the North and South,
To the East And to the West.
I will be like the wind my love,
For I will know no rest  until I return to thee.

1, 2, 3, 4 telegraph poles,
Standing on the cold black road.
The night is fading into morning,
Give us a drop of your sweet poitín.

The rain was lashing – the sun was rising,
The wind was whipping through the trees.
The madness from the mountains crawling,
When I saw you first my own Aisling.

Bless the wind that shakes the barley,
Curse the spade and curse the plough.
I’ve counted years and weeks and days,
And I wish to God I was with you now.

Fare thee well my black haired diamond,
Fare thee well my own Aisling.
At night fond dreams of you still haunt me,
Far across the grey north sea.

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Myself and Shane were having a spasmodic shambolic attempt at telephone communication. I recall we were talking about a great lyric he had called”St.John of God(s)”. He mentioned Aisling in  passing and spoke the words down the line, I was instantly smitten.   He sent me a cassette of the song and I could not make out the melody, in my anxiety to sing the song I threw a tune at it. I have never been happy with the result. A flawed tune and a great lyric. He subsequently recorded the song himself with The Popes. Whilst I have not heard it yet I will hazard a guess that it is the better melody.

 

CHORDS

no tabs here. the tune I use is incorrect..see below

January 2012

Thanks to all who have been in touch since the last letter. Thanks too for Seasonal greetings proffered in great abundance and for all your support during the recent run of gigs.  Some interesting talk about venues on the site recently. I like it when we get your impressions of various gigs and venues. Michael Hayes (no relation to The Farmer) wrote from England about different venues. It started a train of thought. By now I may have played 30-40 different venues in the City of London. My first gig there was in The Troubadour Club for Martin Windsor and Redd Sullivan back in 1967. After that came The Singers Club with Ewan McColl and Peggy Seeger. The Hammersmith Folk Centre, The Peelers Club, The Fighting Cocks in Kingston, Wood Green club… later I played Cecil Sharpe House, Albert Hall, Half Moon Putney, Shaw Theatre, The Swan in Stockwell, The Roundhouse, The Marquee Club, Ronnie Scott’s, Queens Hall, The Palladium, Theatre Royal Drury Lane, National Kilburn, Gaumont State Kilburn (with Doc Watson), Forum Kentish Town, Electric Ballroom, Dominion, Hammersmith Odeon, Hackney Empire, The George Robey, Royal Festival Hall… all these from the top of my head without delving into old diaries… such an array of rooms. As I write this The Forum Kentish Town comes out on top and Albert Hall at the bottom. The former because of some great gigs there, the latter for the unfriendly vibe I experienced there which still lingers 20 years on.

Where I end up playing depends on a host of very different factors. It’s somewhat different from 45 years ago when this tour began. Back then I got most of my gigs through hanging around Folk Clubs, meeting organisers, doing floor spots at singers’ nights. I travelled very light, guitar case and sleeping bag. Overheads were extremely low. I basically lived hand to mouth.

These days it’s a very different world. We first decide, about 18 months in advance, when we might cross the water. My colleague in Lisdoon then contacts our Agent in London. He in turn makes contact with various promoters and venues around England, Scotland and Wales. They begin to get the bones of a tour together. When the gigs are in place it is time to plan production, accommodation, flights, ferries and publicity. All this takes a lot of time, work and attention to detail. I am fortunate to have work colleagues who take great care and pride in their particular part of the operation.

It’s not always possible to play where I would wish. I look forward to playing Leeds for its been nigh on 20 years since. It just has not been possible in the interim. I hoped to play Buxton having heard such great reports about the venue there. It simply has not worked out, maybe some day it will. For years I have wanted to play Cornwall but it has not worked out. 5 years ago I played Torquay, in my ignorance I thought I was in Cornwall but the Devon audience soon put me right on that one. Someone else suggested Cecil Sharp House in London. I played there in1973 with Planxty. Currently our London Listeners are sufficient in numbers for us to do 2 nights in the RFH so that’s where I like to play. Who knows, maybe in another few years I’ll be back at The Half Moon, Putney… I cherish the thought.

It is 40 years this week since Bloody Sunday.
I was 26 years old and back living in Dublin after 6 years working the Folk Clubs of England, Scotland and Wales. Planxty was in its infancy. We were rehearsing daily and playing small clubs in Dublin. I was in my element. I was reasonably aware of the situation up North. I knew a bit about the N.I Civil Rights Movement, (played a few fundraisers); I knew what happened at Burntollet, about
B Specials, Gerrymandering, Religious Sectarianism and class struggle but it was all a bit at arms length. Bloody Sunday changed that. I remember the day clearly, how the news began to filter through (news travelled at a different pace back then). As we realised what was happening on the Streets of Derry, many of our lives began to change. Everyone knew as the word spread and people took to the Streets. I was among the many thousands who marched to the British Embassy. It was my first time to witness violent street protest. Police baton charged us on Merrion Square, skulls were cracked. Eventually the British Embassy went up in flames. Subsequently I became more interested, and later involved, in what was happening “Up North”. Songs were written, gigs were planned and performed, and funds were raised. I became familiar with what life was like in Ballymurphy and The Bogside, in Bellaghy and The Bone. I visited The H Blocks to learn more about The Blanket Protest and over the subsequent years my work as a singer was imbued with songs and stories from The Six Counties. 40 years later and I returned again to Derry (Jan 25th) where I was invited to launch the book “Setting the Truth Free” by Julieann Campbell. It tells the inside story of the Bloody Sunday Justice Campaign. May the healing process continue, may we live in Peace

We cross over to Manchester next week for the BBC Folk Awards. Kevin Littlewood’s song “On Morecambe Bay” has been nominated for an award and I have been invited to sing it on the night. It is such a powerful song. I am looking forward to playing in the new Lowry Theatre in Salford, the town that Ewan McColl described in his classic song “Dirty Old Town”. It was his home town. I have been blessed in my working life to have had access to so many great writers across the water. From Ewan McColl on to Dave Goulder, Peter Hames, Mike Waterson, Sandra Kerr, Dave Cadwell, Bill Caddick, Harvey Andrews, Ian Prowse, Peter Cadle to name a few. All those writers, singers and musicians who shared so generously, who swapped songs and chords, shared gigs…

I have also been invited to perform on the BBC’s excellent Sunday Morning Programme The Andrew Marr Show. My choice was to perform “On Morecambe Bay”. I was perplexed and disappointed when the editor decided it was not suitable for their TV show. My first thought was to pull the gig but instead I have decided to proceed. Maybe there will be a change of heart. If not I will find another song to sing. Recently I have performed this song on Ireland’s most popular TV show; also on many of our top Radio Shows (with Pat Kenny on RTE Radio 1, Tom Dunne on Newstalk FM, Gerry Anderson on BBC Radio Foyle and with Mick O’Brien on Dublin City FM). Small wonder that Folk Music exists in the mainstream of music in Ireland. “On Morecambe Bay” has become widely known here over the past 3 months, it is an achingly beautiful, well crafted, relevant and controversial song. Yet it has sadly been deemed unsuitable by the editorial suits of the (very fine) Andrew Marr Show.

I received a very powerful album last week. I first met Helen Brennan in the early 70s. We both frequented The Traditional Club which ran in Slattery’s of Capel St., Dublin every Wednesday night for over 20 years… Her album “Mirrors of the Soul” is a very fine collection. Helen tells me that it is available from Claddagh records…CD World…Celtic Note…iTunes

The visit to the Sin é Radio Show was a gem. My third visit in 12 years it was one of my most enjoyable radio experiences ever. Mick O’Brien was master of ceremonies, Lar Flynn was “fear an tí ” and we had three 4711er’s in as guests who doubled on backing vocals (Adam, Graham and Olivia). It was more like 6 friends sitting about shooting the breeze (with the added dimension of friends dropping in from all around the globe on text, facebook, flitter, scutter and twatter) Lots of songs, banter, tea, tart and simple downright bonhomie.

Some new dates added to this year’s schedule. Currently in place are gigs in Mullingar, Kilkenny, Drogheda, Enniscorthy, Killarney, Cardiff, Leeds, London, Liverpool, Newcastle, Charleville, Castlebar , Derry, Carrickmacross, Tullamore, Cork… details for these gigs are on the gig page.

Later in the year we hope to play, Glasgow, Edinburgh, Manchester, Galway, Lecky Picky and Donegal amongst other. Details will be posted when available… both Declan Sinnott and myself may do some solo gigs towards the end of the year. Happy Listening. Keep in touch and let us know what’s going on out there…

Christy.

PS…Just received “Speech Project” an album by Gerry Divers…Very Highly recommended to anyone interested in music innovation. Trad. Irish with contemporary and classical flavours. In fact it is impossible for me to define or categorise this music except to say that I am finding it riveting, spellbinding and (in the case of the Margaret Barry tracks) very emotional… it will be released in the coming week on One Fine Day records.

1980s

I’m confused about the year 1980. My diary is blank until the 11th of April when I played in Liberty Hall, Dublin. I think that I was being booked by a man called Brian Molloy at this time. I was starting to play more dates in the Occupied Territory.

I went to Italy with Planxty in July finishing up at Nyon festival in Switzerland. I recall playing ‘No Time For Love’ with Planxty around this time and always felt it was the best version. Carnsore Point was a highlight of the year. I also played a week in Dublin’s Olympia Theatre with Planxty.

’81 was busy, lots of gigs as ‘Moving Hearts’ came together. We started our first national tour at The Seven Oaks, Carlow on February 16th 1981. Mad year. Throat surgery, dental problems, managing and singing with The Hearts and also keeping Planxty meetings and solo stuff together. Seems like Mayhem.
carlton moving hearts ’82
ballinasloe

Across ’82 I was playing with Moving Hearts, Planxty, and doing solo gigs. I’d also begun working with Mattie Fox who became my manager later. I feel exhausted just leafing through my diary. I was spending a lot of time in recording studios. Went to see ‘Fitzcaraldo’ at I.F.T on November 11th, a night off!!

The ‘80’s were mad, very productive but stone mad. Mad productivity. Producing madness.

Maybe I got a bit carried away there, nevertheless I’m finishing my essay on the 1980’s here.

I’ll continue through for I feel that down the road I’d like to be a bit more connected to those who want to hear the songs but live in places that I’ll never get to. Its unlikely I’ll make it back to Warnambool or Sausalito so I’ll forge on with my foyer notes.

1970s

Across the ‘60’s I’d heard The Clancy Brothers, John Reilly, The Dubliners, Luke Kelly solo, and then I began to be influenced by the British folk revival. I heard Sweeney’s Men, Moynihan and Irvine, Mick Moloney, and I was drawn back by the kind of music that was coming from the island.

Having failed my Transatlantic audition I returned once more to the producer Bill Leader who had begun releasing albums on his two record labels, ‘Trailer‘ and ‘Leader’. He liked my idea of going to Ireland to record with musicians I had long admired. In July 1970 Bill arrived in Prosperous, Co. Kildare where I had been rehearsing with Donal Lunny, Andy Irvine and Liam O’Flynn. We recorded work that was subsequently released as

“Prosperous”

We loved what we heard and agreed to re-converge the following year and try forming a band. The band commenced on Monday, 3 January 1972 with a residency at The Mug’s Gig held upstairs in Slattery’s of Capel St., Dublin. For a short while we went under our four names and we briefly were called “CLAD” but then settled on “Planxty”. Our first Planxty tour began at the M.S.G Manchester on April 22nd 1972, which was also the first time that Nicky Ryan ever did our sound. Planxty were on the road.

Over the next two years Planxty continued to tour and became very popular. We recorded three albums; ‘Planxty’, ‘The Well Below The Valley’ and ‘Cold Blow The Rainy Night’. Donal left in ’74 and I followed in ’75. Back solo again.

Looking back I was fortunate to come through these years intact. My work was poor and the sort of gigs I was doing were not memorable. I did a German tour in March 1977, which was a particular low point both personally and musically. The rock bottom of my musical life was Club Stubo, Bremen, Germany on 5th March 1977. The promoter was one mean bastard, God bless him.

In 1978 I made my first visit to Long Kesh Prison. Planxty reformed and began to rehearse for the ‘After The Break’ album. The original four members were augmented by Matt Molloy. In January 1979 we began to rehearse for our longest tour. It commenced in The Hammersmith Odeon, London on Saturday, April 15th and finished in The Stadium, Dublin on Monday 11th June. We performed 54 concerts in 8 countries and arrived home pretty wrecked. Financially we would have made a lot more money had we just played the first date in London and the last date in Dublin. There were some good moments on the tour but for me personally it was a very difficult time and the tour was very badly organized. I was playing solo again

I’d learned a lesson in the early ‘70’s. The first time I left Planxty I had no solo career to return to and I vowed never to become entirely immersed in a band again.

1960s

The starting point of my life as a musician.

As I recall today my first gig was in the original Embankment in Tallaght in 1965. I was booked by the late Peggy Jordan to play in this great venue, then being developed by Mick McCarthy (The real Mick McCarthy). I was paid ten shillings. I bought a shirt for 7/6 and went to town on the balance.

At this time the scene that was emerging in Dublin mesmerized me but I found it impossible to get a foot in the door. I had a small repertoire of good songs and I always went down well when I got a chance to sing. But looking back now I was probably not cool enough for the bookers.

I moved to England in ’66 and via work on buildings, factories, oilrigs I ended up on the folk club circuit in Manchester in 1967. My first gig as a professional folk singer was at The Wellgreen Folk Club, Manchester on May 4th. I was paid £6 and I sang:

Rocky Road to Dublin
Verdant Boys of Skryne
Traveling People
James Connolly
Calton Weaver
Dungannon Maid
Enniskillen Dragoon
All for me Grog
Paddy on The Railway
Sam Hall

On Saturday 6th May I played at The Bury Folk Club near Manchester. I sang some of the above songs plus:

Blackwaterside
Spanish Lady
Carnlock Bay
Spancilhill
I’m a Rover

The following day I celebrated my 22nd birthday. I was a Folksinger in exile

And I was on the pig’s back.

From ’67 onwards I developed my repertoire and spread my wings the length and breadth of the U.K. In ’68 I did my first radio broadcast in Dublin on Radio Eireann in a hall on O’Connell St. I sang ‘The Galtee Mountain Boy’, ‘Bogies Bonnie Belle’ and ‘The Bunch of Thyme’. On the back of my emerging career in the U.K, the Dublin bookers were starting to give me some gigs. I had many British songs that had not been heard in Dublin before and this worked to my advantage.

Around ’69 I was becoming desperate to make an album. To be a “Recording Artist” was essential if I was to break into the Premier Division of the folk circuit. I was doing well but there was still a way to go. I auditioned unsuccessfully for ‘Transatlantic’, which was the most desirable folk label of the era featuring the likes of Pentangle, Ralph McTell and Hamish Imlach. Subsequently I recorded my first album ‘Paddy On The Road’ with Dominic Behan in Sound Techniques, Chelsea.

I can still savor the feeling of getting that first L.P into my hand. I could not quite believe it. I went to Noel Murphy’s pad in Shepard’s Bush and we listened, me in awe and he being kind and encouraging. 500 were pressed and then it was deleted.

By the end of the ’60’s my ears were focused back on Dublin.

1950s

In the beginning of this decade I began getting piano lessons from Sister Michael. At 6 I took Christ’s body for the first time. I was half brainwashed with Catechism and discipline and eternal damnation on the horizon.

I saw “Rock Around the Clock” and learned what erections were for. Left the Altar Boys and found the F.C.A. Got long trousers, began to shave, tasted ale, Babycham and Jameson.

Won a County medal for Gaelic, sang solo in the Choir, could be a right little obnoxious bollix or the nicest lad in Ireland. Met Ronnie Delaney on his way home from Melbourne. Daddy died. Fuck it. He was sound.

October – November 2011

Just home from The Liffey Banks sessions at the Grand social – The Máirtín O’Connor Band featuring Maírtín O’ Connor on Accordion, Cathal Hayden on fiddle and banjo, Seamie O’Dowd on guitars and vocals and Jim Higgins on percussion. It was my first time in The Grand Social and it was a great treat. It’s a funky room with a great vibe and sound system. It brought back memories of The Meeting Place in the 70s and Mother Redcaps in the 80s. The Tuesday Night Liffey Bank Sessions are run by Conor Byrne (my nephew). The Gig itself was stunning. Máirtín O Connor fronts the band with great presence and personality. His music continues to evolve, he heads out into the left field frequently but he holds his right foot resolutely in the tradition. Right through the set himself and Cathal Hayden were locked together – tight as ” a bull’s arse going up a hill”. It was gorgeous as they varied unison with beautiful harmony. Seamie O’Dowd has really nailed his guitar playing. His contribution to the band is enormous and goes from subtle intros and solos to full-on driving rhythms that betimes had me up out of my seat. He sang four songs and his take on “As I Roved Out” ( Andy Irvine’s version) stilled the room and brought us all away with him. On the opposite wing Jim Higgins was perfection on Snare Drum and Bodhrán. I toured with Jim many years back when he was in Eleanor Shanley’s Band. His playing last night was as good as I have ever heard in a traditional ensemble. Not one but two solos and both of them riveting. The variety of beats and tones he got from the old drum was remarkable. Both Jim and Seamie showed understanding and familiarity with the music they were ‘rhythming’.This would not always be the case with Trad. Ensembles (my own rhythm included betimes). At the end of it all it was fitting that Mairtín payed tribute to the late Joe Cooley, a man whose music still resounds around the world anywhere where Irish Music is played.

I heartily recommend The Liffey Bank Session at The Grand Social. It is situated at the The Halfpenny Bridge. There are some great some great gigs pending. Check it out: The Grand Social

Friday, 28th October.

Michael D. Higgins is elected President of our Island. It was a close call. McGuinness saved the day. Michael D. is well equipped to honour The Presidency and will not bring further shame and embarrassment down upon us. I last met him at Féile na Laoch in Coolea where he stood amongst poets, warriors, artists and bards. He read his poems eloquently until the clouds cleared and the moon came out. This too is the day that Folk Tale was released. We appeared on The Late Late Show and performed “Morecambe Bay” and “Michael Hayes”. So far the album is being well received. Releasing an album is an intriguing process. It is a year now since we began to record. After three months we abandoned the original project and commenced recording what has become “Folk Tale”. There was no theme nor specific vibe or thrust, we just played and sang one song at a time. As is the way, the work itself indicated when the job was done. Declan and Tim Martin got down to mixing tracks while I worked on the running order, sleeve notes and began to collaborate on the Artwork with Oran Day and my son Pádraic. I had to make a stand in certain quarters on the sleeve artwork. However I had deep conviction as to its relevance and suitability. This laddie was not for turning.

Saturday, 29th October.

Reflecting upon last night’s television programme… It went well for us. We got to sing 2 songs to nigh on half a million listeners (viewers). It is such a privileged position to have access to the airwaves when releasing new work. It is always a dilemma for it can be a double edged sword. It can be nerve wrecking too for there is so much that can go wrong. However we did get all possible assistance last night from both the RTE crew and our own team. Ryan Tubridy,who hosts the programme, was warm and welcoming but, when the show went up, he did appear to be ill at ease. That said, I marvel at the dexterity of those who host such a compendium of guests. Sword swallowers, taxidermists, fading stars, up and coming brats, right wing bigots, left wing midgets, the breast enhanced, the bewildered, we are all there queuing up to flog our wares to an exhausted, traumatised public. Poor old Ryan gets blempt on it all. However he is a very able young man who seems well able for the brickbats. Him being related to Herself, I felt he was pleased when I sang “Michael Hayes” for his ( distant) cousin, The Queen.

Saturday, 5th of November.

It is now 7 days since Folk Tale was released. A week is a long time in song. Declan and I gave it everything we had for 6 months. We arrived at the end of the process satisfied with our efforts but then twas time to put it out for public consideration. There is no way of knowing what way that will go. Seven days on and we are well satisfied by the response to date. The songs are sitting up well in the set, we played six of them last night in Waterford and we’ll maybe try the rest of them tonight.

Monday, 7th of November.

After all the brouhaha of MTV in mBéal Feirste I went looking for some healing balm. I ended up on YouTube at Luke Kelly and The Dubliners. I went back again to Luke’s “Night Visiting Song” (aka “I Must Away Now”) .I believe this was Luke’s final performance before he passed away. It is simply stunning and most beautiful. The rest of the band are mindful of what is going down. Barney is hurting, Ronnie is concerned, Sean is nervous and John is playing so soulfully. Luke is giving it everything he’s got just like he always did. I have often commented before on the solid Rhythm created by the Tenor and 5 String Banjos. It is unique to The Dubs and is a huge part of their original sound…here Ronnie’s finger picking on The Spanish Guitar locks in tight and the 3 instruments create bedrock for Luke to travail. I recommend these 4 minutes to all listeners: Luke & The Dubliners on YouTube
I also dropped in on Luke’s “Unquiet Grave”. I used to sing this in the 60’s.(A version I learnt from Frank Lunny Jnr in Rynne’s cellar 50 years ago)… must give it a burl.

I’ve just read that the Brother, Luka Bloom, is to play at The Black Box, Belfast on Sunday Jan 15th 2012 at 3pm. It should be a lovely afternoon under The Black Mountain. (www.blackboxbelfast.com ) I have recorded 4 of his songs; City of Chicago, Wave up to The Shore, Section 31 and Remember The Brave Ones. Last time I heard him play was at Ryston Social Club in Newbridge earlier in the year when he delivered a stunning set. We book-end the family, I am the eldest he is the youngest and we have 3 sisters Eilish, Anne, Terry and Brother Andy in the middle. Luka began his career as Barry Moore and recorded a number of fine albums before moving to America where he became Luka Bloom and continued with his singing and recording career. Aged 17 he played support to Planxty and at the ripe age of 14 he travelled England with me in the summer of 1969. I can recall him singing in Folk Clubs in Redcar, Windermere and Manchester. I was as proud of him then as I am now. Great Singer, Great Brother.

Monday, 21st of November.

I paid a visit to Dame St and had an hour with the Occupants. Spoke with Emily, a young Wicklow artist. She dropped in for an hour 45 days ago and has been there ever since. I also met Kevin who sang me a very good song and Sandra who gave me soup. This small group of peaceful activists are like a candle in the dark cloud of fear confusion that hovers above The Island. Like the rest of us they are fearful and concerned about where we have been landed by those whom we entrusted to mind the shop. Unlike most of us, the young ones at Dame St are making a stand. They deserve our support. I hope to visit again soon and sing some songs. That’s the best that I can do.

Here in Belfast this morning after a great gig last night in The Waterfront. Perhaps the best gig in Belfast since The Green Briar in 1982, maybe even better then The Pound Loney in 1978. We both sat down in the dressing room afterwards and acknowledged that it had been special. The first time I ever opened with McIlhatton and from there the set just flowed almost seamlessly. Declan was finding lovely notes, the audience were singing beautifully, the requests were appropriate and timely (sorry I could not find Joxer). Afterwards I felt like we had entered a new phase of the journey, can’t explain that… it’s just what I felt.

Talk Soon,

Christy

October 2011

Germany, Holland, Belgium 2011.

Michael collected me at 8.30 am on Thursday 29th and we make our way to the Stena Seacat out of North Wall, Dublin Port. I love the way the on board traffic controllers park the vehicles, they remind me of the lads with the green cap bands that used to help us culchies park around Croker back in the old days. The promoter has us riding up front, no objections from me on that score. I fancied a quiet Welsh rarebit and a mug of espresso before facing the shed in Holyhead. Will them buckers haul us over the coals again? A grand gentle crossing with the Crosaire done and dusted on the Irish Sea (nt). Any way we pass through Holyhead harbour without any rozzer sticking his mush into the van and on up through Wales as we head toward The Pennines on a beautiful Indian Summers day. I love this drive. Used to be a ball breaker back in the 60s but the new Highway through North Wales is a beauty with the ocean on one side and hills, castles and RAF squadrons on the other.

Passing into England I begin to recognise many towns that once had Folk Clubs and I recall old friends whose faces I can still see but whose names I sometimes cannot remember. Runcorn where we supped some stuff, Chester where I came down with Kidney stones, Wigan where I played darts with Bruce Scott and Barry Halpin… Congleton, Hale, Bury, Heywood, Rochdale… now we’re heading up The Pennines and I’m singing “who wouldn’t be for all the world a Jolly Waggoner “. the rest of the team fly Aer Lingus and RyanAir to Hamburg but I have no time for that any more. I need to spend 30 hours getting to Hamburg or I wont feel any different when I get there. Nor do I want to be under RyanArrest having my totty weighed by Mick O’Leary and his stressed out Staff.

We arrive into Hull 4 hours before the SS Pride of Hull (of the P&O line) departs for Rotterdam. So what are we gonna do? We drove around the town centre for a while and I dreamt about Mike Waterson and Jock Manuel, Jules Pidd and Joe 90, The Rugby Pub and The Old Blue Bell, but I soon remembered that world is gone. We drove towards the Ferry port and I spotted an old graveyard with an open gate. We drove in and parked in the shade of ancient trees. We drank tea and ate sandwiches; we read gravestones and listened to Radio 4. We were at peace among the departed as mighty trucks droned towards Europe on a distant highway. we were first to board the barque, we checked into our cabins and soon we were sitting down to a good feed. Looking around the dining room I realised where the phrase “running a tight ship” originated. This was top scran served by men and women who seemed content to feed us long haul travellers. These people have a difficult and claustrophobic working environment, over and back and over and back, seldom leaving the ship, I suspect their living quarters are basic and cramped and, more than likely, they don’t have union support. It is humbling to receive such warm and courteous hospitality from people who work so hard to provide it.

I love to observe people, to imagine their lives, relationships, conversations and 12 hours on a Ferry is as good a place as any for such eavesdropping. It was a smooth crossing and I slept solid after spending some time shaping up songs in my head for the forthcoming gigs. No great alterations required, yet I know the sets will need consideration. There needs be a different pace and thrust… certain songs will not work whilst others will be brought back in and need refreshing. I got to work in my cabin and soon had different shapes emerging. After a good breakfast, again served by our new friends, we rolled off The Pride of Hull and tuned into Bridie von SatNav who began to guide us on our 450 km trip to Hamburg. We had Kraftwerk smoothing our path as we jostled along the highway through Holland and on into mighty Germany. Back again after a 4 year absence. 29 hours after leaving home we pulled up outside our billet in Hamburg and Paddy Doherty was there, as always, with everthing laid on for our sojourn. Paddy and I took a 5 mile walk around Lake Alster. One of my favourite walks, it gives a great first insight into the German Urban psyche. Then back to the Hotel where Declan had arrived in from Cork. After we unpacked we played songs for an hour and caught up with each others news.

A new day, a new tour. back in Hamburg 4 years on and its so good to be still able to do this; to roll into a great city and to have a thousand people show up to hear these songs. A modern venue in the centre of town, all mod cons and the dreaded a/c… we got a hot welcome and settled in to the work…

Nancy Spain
Ordinary man
Burning Times
Motherland
Black Colour
Chicago
Pity Poor Immigrant
Missing You
Well below the valley
Raggle Taggle
Only our Rivers
Hiroshima
January man
Shovel
North and South
This is The day
Allende
Quinte Brigada
2 Island Swans
Back Home in Derry
Ride On
No Time For Love
Hurt
Cliffs of Dooneen
Lisdoonvarna
Folk Tale
Bright blue rose
John O’Dreams
Biko Drum

Sunday Morning Hamburg and I move slowly around Lake Alster one more time. Sitting on a wall I watched people enter the water at the Hamburg Kanoe Club, all ages in all sorts of boats. I saw an ancient lady being helped into her canoe and away she went out onto the lake of sailing boats, pedallos, canoes, kayaks, ducks and geese. Not a cursed jet-ski in sight, not a speed boat to poison the day… walkers, joggers, cyclists, picnicers, lovers, prams and grey beards all celebrating this October Summer day. I am still purring from last night’s fun as I turn my mind to Bochum some 200 miles south of here. Back to my room, a quick shower and a quick few songs before packing the bags and clambering aboard the wagon.

Into Bochum at 4pm and a good sound check. Declan has begun playing a keyboard and now he has arrived with a Bouzouki which we may bring into the set tonight. The addition of the keyboard on the “Well below The Valley” brings this classic timeless song back into the set once more. I first performed it back in 1973 and since then it has been one of my favourite songs to sing. The bouzouki will soon find its way, lovely to sing to that sound again and Declan has immediately taken to it. He never ceases to amaze me, how he can pick up an instrument and begin to unravel its secrets so quickly. The venue in Bochum was large and lifeless at soundcheck, a vast empty space. When we walked onstage at 8 o’clock it had been transformed by an air of excitement and expectation. The gig ran beautifully, both of us felt that there were high points, that we had played a good gig.

Wise and Holy Woman
January man
Companeros
Burning Times
How Long
Chicago
Missing You
Black Colour
Ordinary man
Well Below Valley
After The Deluge
Quiet desperation
Smoke and Whiskey
Motherland
Back Home in Derry
Beeswing
Corrina
Quinte Brigada
Ride On
Lisdoonvarna
Victor Jara
Biko Drum
Hattie Carroll
Cliffs of Dooneen
Nancy Spain

After a grand bit of Wuppertal Goulash and Gutersloh apple juice we took off down the Autobahn with Kraftwerk and hastened towards Amsterdam, getting in at 2 am. The pillows were fluffed and the hot water bottles in place as we settled down after a good days work and play.

A free day in Amsterdam. For 3 hours I walked to, from and around Fondel Park, a beautiful oasis in a dangerous city. I managed to avoid cars, trams, buses, horses, bicycles, skaters and skateboarders only to get run down by a pedestrian. Years ago I spent my free days and nights here in the bars and hash dens of Amsterdam… much safer places then walking the pavements. Some of the cyclists are like stasi on wheels! It is a lovely park to wander about, all human life is there. I love this city. I have never been in any of the Galleries or Museums but it’s nice to know that they are there. I love the mix of Amsterdam, I love the cycling ethos. Great to watch two Rozzers on horseback going yakkity yak around the park oblivious to the world around them. Then I came across a crime scene that was different, hundreds of sightseers with phones and cameras, so much audience it was impossible to figure out what went down. It may well have been a confused (visiting) pedestrian run down by a cyclist busy reading his/her emails. A dinner of cous cous and strong coffee and now I await Declan, we will top off the free day with a few tunes and a bit of banter “Pedal On Pedal On Pedal On”.

Word has come from Vancouver that Doug Lang’s mother has passed. We send him our condolences. Doug is a singer and songwriter who posts the most beautiful videos on our sister site. He takes songs and illustrates them with photos. His montages can be found at 4711ers.org (scroll down to “off topic but musical”). He has introduced us to many’s the gem. His mother had been ill for some time and was a good age, neither of which will lessen the pain of her passing.
I have been thinking a lot of my own father in recent days. Andy Moore passed on October 8th 1956 when I was 11. These days he walks beside me and it feels good.

After The Carre Hall in Amsterdam
A bit tired tonight, bit of a chill in the bones, feeling a bit empty but enough left to write that it was a good night. The audience sang and requested songs like Yellow Triangle, Natives, Sonny’s Dream, Rory is Gone, they sang too as we played a two hour set…

Wise and Holy Woman
Natives
Quiet Desperation
16 Jolly Ravers
Biko Drum
Beeswing
Missing You
Chicago
Sonny’s Dream
No Time for Love
Yellow triangle
This is The Day
The Well below the Valley
The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
Does This train stop on Merseyside
Weekend in Amsterdam
Quinte Brigada
Corrina
North and South
Ride On
Back home in Derry
Nancy Spain
Black Colour
Lisdoonvarna
Voyage
Rory is Gone
Cliffs of Dooneen
Haiti.

Don’t quite know where the last song came from, had no intention of playing it. We came back out for a second encore and were about to launch into an up tempo, sure-fire satisfier but, thankfully, Haiti started up instead and we nailed it. Wrote this song last year with John Spillane. It is on the forthcoming album “Folk Tale”. It’s always a buzz when a new song gets nailed in the live arena.

We met up with a team of 4711ers after tonight’s gig. It is always good to meet up with such a great group of listeners. They made for a happy gathering, it was icing on the cake at the half way point of our brief European Tour. My brother Andy was over from The Banks of The Lee, he brought me up to date with all the news from the Presidential elections and also the latest from our Rugby Squad way down there in New Zealand. Then back to the scratcher to rest up for tomorrow’s fun in Antwerp, Belgium…

(In Keith Richard’s book ” Life”…he writes “Sometimes people ask ‘ why don’t you give it all up’?
I don’t think they understand what I get out of this. I can’t retire until I croak. I don’t do this just for money nor am I doing it just for you. I do this for me.”)

Roma Theatre, Antwerp.
We just arrived into this splendid venue. Great vibe the minute we pass through the door. It is run by a volunteer collective and has that lovingly-cared-for-feel about the place. First thing I’m told is that I played here with Planxty over 30 years ago, but I have no memory of that gig. I do recall that 1979 tour was not always a happy one but we all survived it. Back to the present and I learn that Bill Haley played here, that man who turned my ear in The Palace Cinema, Newbridge in the late 50s. Laurel and Hardy apparently appeared here too as did a host of more recent luminaries. It is always interesting to tread those well trodden boards. Like Barrowland in Glasgow, each gig leaves a chord reverberating. There was a canteen beneath the stage and a home cooked meal had been prepared for us. We sat together and had our first full crew photo taken since Cardiff in 2004. I’m happy to say that the team remains the same: Paddy, Mick, Dickon, Davy, Geoff, Johnny, Declan and Christy.
We were visited by my son Padraic and Aleana Egan from Ringsend. It is always special to have family at a gig… they were both enthralled by the beauty of the Old Venue.

Ordinary Man
Natives
Quiet Desperation
Chicago
Missing You
Hiroshima
Shovel
Magdalene Laundries.
Quinte
Ride on
Smoke and Whiskey
Strange Ways
Brown Eyes
Biko Drum
Only Our Rivers
Little Musgrave
Allende
Well below the valley
Nancy Spain
No Time for Love
Black Colour.
Lisdoon
Burning Times
Haiti
Voyage

We struggled a bit with our sound on stage, everything had changed since the sound check. Thankfully no one seemed aware of any problems… this happens sometimes and it effects Declan and I differently. Bringing in two new instruments also effects the overall sound pattern but in a positive way. I found it more difficult then usual to leave the venue. It was such a welcoming environment that I wanted to hang on a little longer. However, the Stagecoach was waiting and the horses were getting restless….. ‘Twas time to move along, get along…

“I’m gonna saddle up the old grey mare, ride through the night without worry or a care.
I’m a messenger boy bringin my love to you” ( Christie Hennessy)

Back into Brussels after a decade or so. Last time I played this venue was 20 years ago. Tommy Gorman, then our man in Europe, organised a grand dinner for myself and my son Andy. Ancienne Belgique is the venue and we arrived here after a 3 hour jaunt from Amsterdam where we have been billeted for the past 5 nights. A grand night, we were visited by our agent, Paul Charles. It is always good to see him. He has been looking after our gigs outside Ireland for many’s the long year. He Writes books in his spare time. We met the promoter Pascal who booked me here 20 years ago, he must have been about 12 at the time! Had Karel in from Shanghai and The Tucson gang in from Arizona. Had listeners in from The Kingdom, from The Garden County, from Chile and Soltau, Ypres, Dranouter, Ghent, from all over the bleedin gaff. Out of Brussels and down the dual carriageway on the Honda 50 screaming towards Franfurt to be time for the match in New Zealand. We blew a gasket near the German border so we transferred to a Mercedes 600S driven by a chaffeuse in a leather uniform whose only knowledge of Ireland was Louis Walsh and Krystal Swing. We made it for the match which meant not getting to bed till 10am so I’m writing this in my sleep.

Wise and Holy
Allende
Burning Times
Biko
Strangeways
Chicago
Missing
Quiet Desperation
Viva
Beeswing
Ordinary Man
Broken Heart
No Time for love
Only our Rivers
Black Colour
Smoke and Whiskey
Well below Valley
Magic Nights
Shovel
Little Musgrave
Hiroshima
Ride On
Lisdoonvarna

It was a hot gig… half the audience were standing, some right close to the stage. I always love that energy, closeness, sharing, being able to see, have eye contact with listeners.

Last Night of Mid-West-Euro Tour. Niederhausen. (Close to Frankfurt)
Having miscalculated my wardrobe needs I had to do some hand rinsing today. The trauma of it all! A most disappointing result from New Zealand but I am proud to know those men and count some of them as friends. They have given us some memorable hours this past while, I look forward to meeting them again soon…

We arrive at tonight’s venue to hear the news that our truck has broken down on the bahn. A local PA system has been acquired and set up; we now sit here and hope that the instruments will arrive in time, that we will have our own monitor system. When something like this happens it is a good reminder of how good our road crew really are. This past 10 years everything has been in place when we arrive. The guitars are set up, bowrawn nicely firmed up, coffee on the bubble and canteen well stocked. Declan and I have a brilliant team around us. It’s only when we have a glitch like today that we focus on how good things really are on the road.
The truck has just arrived…

I dedicate tonight’s set to my Father, Andy Moore, who passed on this day, October 8th, in 1956 aged 41 years.

After The Deluge
2 Island Swans
Yellow Triangle
Haiti
Missing You
Black Colour
Missing You
Musgrave
Quinte
Motherland
Biko
Well below The valley
Natives
Corrina
Chicago
Ride on
Back home in Derry
Travelling People
Sacco and Vanzetti
Matty
January man
Ordinary Man
The Time has `Come
Lisdoonvarna
Nancy Spain
Folk Tale
Wise and Holy Woman
Hattie Carroll
Hurt
At 2 hours 10 mins the longest set of the tour…great audience.

Now it’s time to return to Ireland. Declan and the crew will fly this morning to Dublin, Cork and Shannon. Michael and I will head for Rotterdam. There will be time to reflect and to write on the road and sea, time to contemplate the return to home. Out on the road is sweet, getting to play the music and songs at the cutting edge, walking around these great cities, hearing the sounds, avoiding bicycles in Amsterdam, all these experiences are great but it is the return home that is the sweetest thing of all.

Some new sounds were achieved and we feel that we are playing well. These short tours are good for our spirit. We embrace the intense listening of our foreign audience. These 6 gigs have given us lots to think about. We have 12 days to reflect before we return to our homeland circuit with concerts in Limerick and Waterford and an album “Folk Tale” to release. A new challenge, a new page, more songs to sing upon this great tour…

Until we meet again. Best Wishes…

Christy.

July – August 2011

It’s that time of summer again. Paddy is gone to the Boston Fleadh. Johnny’s at the hay in Rossnowlagh. Geoff at the lights on Sandymount Green. Mick with the Dubs on Hill 16. Dickon at the Black and Decker hammer and thongs. Davy at the mixer mixing Altan songs. Decky on the roads with The Grateful Dead and me diving for the Crack down the old Sheepshead …
Its a few weeks now since I sang with Coldplay at Punchestown, Co. Kildare. It was an interesting experience. Chris Martin contacted me and asked would I consider joining them on stage at Oxegen Festival. I thought about it for about 11 seconds. It probably began about 20 years back when drummer Will Champion (then 14 years old) came to a gig of mine in Southampton with his late Mother. She had encountered the songs in the Folk Clubs in Edinburgh back in the late 60’s. Will has taken an interest in these songs ever since. I was delighted by the invite as this festival takes place only 5 miles from my native place. I knew these fields well as a boy and was often curious about what once was Europe’s largest festival. On the evening of the gig I was collected at Tommy Tougher’s service station outside Newbridge and whisked by limousine around the lanes and boreens of Two-Mile-House until I was deposited beneath the stands at Punchestown Racecourse. I was then escorted to the Coldplay sector where Will, Jonny, Guy and Chris welcomed me warmly. They were well prepared and had obviously familiarised themselves with my 1985 recording of Jimmy McCarthy’s classic song. We ran it twice and then we drank tea and chewed the fat. They departed to an adjoining room to continue their own preparation. From the far off main stage I could hear the distant sound of Beyoncé. I listened with interest to Coldplay’s vocal warm-up techniques and eavesdropped as they greeted fans and record company suits. I watched their set side-stage. A lot of stuff goes on in the wings to make these large outdoor productions happen for the headliners. Towards the end of their set they invited me on, but not before everything had been thoroughly checked. Chris Martin could not have done more to set it up for me. It was a great old buzz to go out and sing with 80,000 joining in the chorus. What made it work was the surprise element. No-one expected it, not even the promoters. The band went back out to do their encores. I was back in Newbridge before they finished.
Here is a song I have just received from Jordan Solitto, a songwriter in America who had just heard about my recording of Wally Page’s song “Duffy’s Cut”. Jordan was writing this song about the same time. He has given me permission to share it with you.
http://www.reverbnation.com/jordansollitto

We have finished the next album and I have been dealing of late with the sleeve. I just signed off on the outer sleeve and am very happy with the outcome. Now it is time to broach the innards …
The release date will be towards the end of October which gives me and those involved a little breathing space and time to make the final preparations properly. It will be on the Columbia label at Sony Music. There are 11 tracks. Declan produced and Tim Martin engineered. We are happy with the result and look forward to hearing your comments in due course.
Thanks to all who made contact here after the “One Night Only” TV gig with Gay Byrne. We watched it here last night and the host and crew could not have done a better job. Anita Ward was Gay’s research assistant and every effort was taken to set the programme up properly. It takes a lot of effort from a lot of people to make such a programme seem relaxed and spontaneous. The audience too played their part and created a great vibe in the studio. What made it for me was the fact that it was Gay Byrne himself at the helm. He was there when I arrived for rehearsal. He was around for the sound check and he came and sat with me in the dressing room and helped me through my nervousness. He is deeply interested in the work and in the people who make the work. It is very easy to have a conversation with him despite the fact that half a million people may be listening. He never gets glued to a script. Time and time again I see TV hosts miss golden nuggets as they focus entirely on scripted questions. They fail to hear what the interviewee has just revealed. That has never been the case with Gaybo. If something interesting is revealed, Gay has always jettisoned the script. That is but one of the many facets that have made him our greatest broadcaster. I sincerely hope that he will continue with this format. There are many artists on these shores whom I would dearly love to hear in conversation with Gay Byrne or “Uncle Gaybo” – a moniker that fits him perfectly and describes his position within broadcasting on the Island over 4 decades.
On Sunday 31st of July I performed at Féile na Laoch in Coolea, Ballyvourney, Co. Cork.
It was organised by Peadar Ó Riada and family along with the local community. It marked the 80th birthday of Peadar’s father, the late Sean Ó Riada. 48 hours later I am coming around to the thought that it was, perhaps, the best festival I have ever attended. I have never before witnessed such an array of performers in such a unique setting and circumstance. I hope to provide the full list of performers later but for now I can tell you that it began after a parade in a field at about 9pm on Sunday night. The stage was build entirely by local volunteer labour. At the commencement that stage was facing the sunset. It was moved on the hour after each module. Come dawn, the stage was facing the rising sun. The lighting was minimal but adequate, while the sound by Allie Ó Riada, was excellent. The concert was divided into 7 modules. There was poetry, Literature, Storytelling, Dance, Music, Singing and a dramatic finale after dawn.
Highlights for me included Michael D. Higgins who read a selection of his poems, Barry McGovern who gave us a rousing recital of Sam Beckett, Michéal O’Muireacheartaigh who enthralled us with his reflections. Noel O’Grady sang a beautiful version of “The Lass of Aughrim”, Cara O’Sullivan sang gloriously in the morning light. Then Michéal O’Rourke, who came from Paris, silenced the GAA field for 11 minutes while he caressed the perfectly tuned Grand Piano at 4am in the morning. Only Peadar Ó Riada could dream it up. Alan McDonald came from the Northern Isles of Scotland and played the Scottish Pipes. I sat on stage beside Séan Ó Sé who performed all those years ago in Séan Ó Riada’s ground-breaking ensemble Ceoltoirí Chualainn. He sang out into the night, his voice as beautiful as ever. Monica Loughman, who has danced with the Bolshoi Ballet, came with a troupe of young ballet dancers and it was simply enchanting. During her performance the clouds cleared and the stars came out to shine. Martin Hayes played a selection of Peadar Ó Riada’s music, Steve Wickham played a tune for all the Coolea dogs that turned up and were having the night of their lives. Phil Coulter have a rendition of his own song “The Town I Love So Well”, I gave a blast of “Lord Baker” and “Tippin It Up”, Glen Hansard got the field rockin with Colm Mac Con Iomaire, Caoimhín Ó Raghaillaigh played and a young man danced – this is but a sample of what took place over a 12 hour period.
Then came The Volunteer Youth Orchestra from Cork under the baton of John O’Brien. They performed a wonderful rendition of Sean Ó Riada’s Mise Éire suite as the sun rose over the mist covered fields of beautiful Coolea … Simultaneously there came running down that mountain a fleet of Warriors lead by Séan Óg Ó hAilpín. Brandishing hurling sticks and banners they ran through the river and out onto the field where they jousted in the early morning sun. The O’Carolan brothers came from The Glens of Antrim and Michéal O’Muireacheartaigh gave us a rousing history of the Tuatha Dé Danaan’s last hurling match on earth just before those good people departed to the Underworld. They have not been back since but one could sense their presence on that August Morning.

Apart from the stage performances, what made Féile na Laoch so special was its ethos and atmosphere. There was no branding, no alcohol on sale (People did bring their own refreshments). There was no drunkenness, no violence, no sponsors, no cover charge, no hard sell, and no security. There were 3 local Garda present who were enjoying the festival as much as the rest of us. All the personnel were members of the Coolea Community, Local teenagers and children dispensed the tea, coffee and sandwiches. There was a cauldron of stew of the bubble but that soon sold out …

The memory of Féile na Laoch will never leave me. As Peadar Ó Riada said, it was of the earth, it was of nature. I clearly recall him saying from the stage “It is past midnight now, it is the 1st of August, we are gathered here in nature, it is raining, we know how it feels”. Then he introduced the next leg of the concert which was storytelling. One man said that it reminded him of Carnsore Point in 1978, another woman thought it was like being back in Lisdoonvarna …
12 hours after entering the magic field I made my way from Coolea back to Ballyvourney exhausted, but inspired by what I had witnessed. The next Féile na Laoch will be in 2018 and I have been asked to attend … See you there.

We are on our holidays on the Sheepshead above Dunmanus Bay. It is wet and windy these past days. Before that it was misty and muggy, before that we were soaked for days. Frogs are in bliss, the spiders are staying indoors, the bats and the mice think its winter … it is lovely altogether. The soft days are perfect for lazing about. The water here is very tasty; the local bread is lovingly made. Cream on top of the milk, organic vegetables, fresh fish, Durrus cheese, country butter, smoked bacon from Goleen and eggs from next door …

This too is the week of the Bantry “Masters of Tradition” festival, reviewed here in previous years. It kicked off on Tuesday night in The Church of Saint Brendan The Navigator on the square in Bantry. Martin Hayes, the musical director, set the music rolling with a slow air and a brace of reels before being joined by Denis Cahill as together they segued into a rattle of jigs and a basket of mazurkas before introducing Michelle O’ Sullivan from Tralee on Concertina. The second half of the concert was devoted entirely to Breanndán Begley from West Kerry who with his family Breannáin, Cormac, Concubhair and Clíona gave is a memorable slew of songs and music.

The following night we headed into the wind and rain and battled our way over to Mount Gabriel … on up and over we went, battered and bruised in an August downpour until we came to the fine town of Ballydehob. Geoff Golden, artistic director of Blood in the Alley theatre group invited us over for their performance of Marina Carr’s “Woman and Scarecrow” in the Ballydehob Community Hall. The actors were Joan Sheehy, Bríd Ni Neachtain, Geraldine Plunkett and Mark O’Regan. This is our fourth year to attend the West Cork Fit-Up Festival (www.westcorkfit-upfestival.com).
The quality of their productions is outstanding. Up the town after, I met a man in the queue for the chip shop. He reminded me of a gig I played in De Hob back in 1976. A winter’s night in Rosbrien National School in candlelight. I enquired about 2 local songs I have been seeking for years and he vowed to track them down for me. “The Cove of Rosbrien” and “The Grey Sea Blue” … You never know where or when a song is going to appear.
And do you know what I’m going to tell you? … It’s still raining. August how are you?

Christy

PS Saw a beautiful film from China. It’s called “Still Walking” also an entertaining American film called “City Island”.

Also, here is a link to some footage of Féile na Laoch ….

June – July 2011

News has come in of the passing of Mike Waterson. We send our condolences to Ann and all the childer and grand children, to Norma and her family and to all the extended clan. Mike was an old friend whom I did not see often enough since 1972.There was great soul in his singing. Along with Norma, Lal and their cousin John they led the way with that acapella harmony singing that became such an integral part of the Folk Revival. I first heard The Waterson’s sing in 1967.Those early sounds have never left me. Mike taught me “The Lakes of Pontchartrain” which I brought home and recorded with Planxty. Thanks to Mike it is now a part of our national repertoire. He also shared a great version of “Van Diemen’s Land” and wrote “Stitch in Time” which I learned from the singing of his brother-in-law Martin Carthy. I would recommend the early Waterson’s albums to all song birds… Let us remember.
Recently I had the pleasure of recording a one hour programme for RTE TV. It was hosted by Gay Byrne and the focus of the programme was primarily songs. Gay had certainly delved into the repertoire and this led to a good discussion with a dozen songs thrown in throughout. I first met him in 1972 when Planxty guested on his Late Late Show. I subsequently appeared on the show 22 times over the years and a couple of those appearances were remembered for different reasons. The programme will be transmitted on RTE1 on Fri July 29th at 9.30.pm. Hope it works as good as it felt. I played the following tracks;

Leaving of Liverpool
Connolly was there
Ordinary Man
Lord Baker
Yellow Furze Woman
Me and the Rose
Veronica
Nancy Spain
Lisdoonvarna
Cliffs of Dooneen

I had hoped to sing Joni Mitchell’s “Magdalene Laundry” and “Strange Ways” but did not manage to find my way in to either of them.

The London Feis at Finsbury Park
This gig has been revived after 7 years in mothballs. It was formerly known as “The London Fleadh”. I have some great memories of playing there. It felt like I was returning to a familiar field. It rained heavily as we arrived but the audience were determined to have their day. The Cranberries took to the stage in a deluge of summer rain. They tore into a brace of hits. We were backstage, preparing to follow them, as the rain hopped off the porter loos. We heard that Dylan had arrived and it felt good to be hangin’ out in the same paddock. Did not see him nor hear him but I could sense his presence. I wanted to sing “Pity The Poor Immigrant” (for the day that was in it) but decided against it as Himself was playing directly after us… he might not have heard nor noticed but my instinct told me leave it out. (I recall being told years ago, if it feels alright it’s probably alright, if it don’t feel right -don’t do it!)
We went on at 7.30. The rain stopped for the duration of our set. There were about 40,000 listeners and they gave us a good listen. Many would not have seen us before. We could not have asked for more from them, for everyone gave us a good listen. Of course we also had our own loyal band of listeners, some of whom had travelled hard to make it to Finsbury. These outdoor gigs are so different from our usual setting. The sound on stage can be a challenge but our crew gave us a good sound to work with. Declan stuck with the Fender right through for he could not get the necessary sound from any of the acoustic guitars. The notes were blowing in the wind. I eventually risked some finger pickin’, the sound was good so we did a few softer songs, even picked up the old drum for a rattle, and they seemed to like that. Our last festival experiences were Glastonbury 2010 and Electric Picnic 2008 where we had very little stage sound to work with, heads-down-knobs-to-the-right situations. Outdoor gigs have their own energy and ethos. Some people can have the time of their lives without noticing who is on stage, I know the feeling. We played the following songs, not in this sequence;

City of Chicago
Smoke and Strong Whiskey
Natives
North and South
Victor Jara
Hiroshima Nagasaki Russian Roulette
Ride On
Joxer goes to Stuttgart
Motherland
Missing You
The Well below the Valley
Quinte Brigada
Black is the Colour
Yellow Triangle
Lisdoonvarna

I left shortly after we finished our set; I had to catch a steamer out of Holyhead. as we drove away from Finsbury Park Dylan was blowing his Hohner out into the night, the atmosphere was great, his band were cookin’ up a lovely Saturday night groove as we made for the Kilburn High Road, then on up towards North Wales and Paddy’s Green Shamrock Shore….

We were hacked again last night. Fourth time since we opened the site (back in 2005 I think). A few of our younger readers were quite upset which caused me to reflect upon it. I’m going to suss out if it is possible to prevent it or make it more difficult. I cannot handle the thought of a youngster logging on to this site and being frightened by what appears. It’s very hard to understand the mind set of someone who has sufficient talent with computers and will then put that talent to such negative purpose… like misfortunates who smash bus shelters, break windows, push and shout their way through life, bully and harangue others, kick dogs, stick needles in insects. Such a sad and pitiful way to pass the time…

I had the privilege of being invited to Paul Simon’s gig in Vicar St. Dublin last Monday night… it was a beautiful 2 hours. He was singing like a lark. He was happy on stage as he sang and smiled and boogied and rapped and it was all surrounded by a wonderful band… tight and so musical, focused on the centre of it all. Everyone took solos but always deferring to the kernel of the gig. Accordion, brass, bass drums, 2 guitarists, piano, Hammond, flutes, whistles, percussion, all 8 sometimes singing together, a 50s rock and roll medley, an entranced and enchanted crowd thronged the room. Vicar St is at its best on such nights as this.

Later In Munster…
It’s a week later and I am back here in Cork by The Lee getting ready for tonight’s Marquee Gig. It’s our 7th successive year to play this “big tint”. It has almost become our Summer Solstice. As always I’m feeling quite nervous as I write this, the nerves still play their part as they have done at every gig since 1966.Writing this is part of my therapy, takes my mind off the gig which will start in 5 hours from now. I’ve done all the other bits. I’m in a hotel about 10 miles from the venue. There is a wedding reception going on downstairs, skies are grey with occasional showers. I’m hoping it will hold up, maybe even some evening sun…that would contribute enormously to the evening’s event. I just got word that Kadar Asmal has passed in South Africa. He lived here in Ireland for the last two decades of the Apartheid regime. With his wife, Louise Asmal, he worked tirelessly in The Irish Anti-Apartheid movement. Nelson Mandela called him home and appointed Kadar to a ministry in his first cabinet. Back here we used to call him Peadar Asmal!
Backstage at the Marquee…
Saturday Nights are the same the world over… perfume and after shave on the air, excitement and expectation out front as we warm up backstage with our own wee session. In the dressing room we played Duffy’s Cut, Cry like a Man, Barrowland. Mick Devine gave the 10 minute call… final prep and out we go to face the rebel throng.

Nancy Spain,
Missing You
Quiet Desperation
Chicago
Natives
North and South
James Connolly
Gypsy of Cork (For Patrick Galvin)
Ordinary Man
Lawless
Hiroshima Nagasaki
Yellow Triangle
Go Move Shift
The Contender
Veronica
Magdalene Laundry
Smoke and strong Whisky
Johnny Jump up
Delirium Tremens
The Cliffs
Quinte Brigada
Joxer
Black is The Colour
Biko Drum
Ride On
Victor Jara
Lisdoonvarna
Voyage
If I get an Encore
Sonny’s Dream

We had a great night as they listened and laughed, sang and clapped, came right down for Joni’s Magdalene Laundry, and remembered when we sang Veronica. Rejoiced in the life and work of Patrick Galvin, partook of “Johnny Jump Up” on the Lee Road…
After the Feis in Finsbury and The Marquee in Cork its back to the bread and butter this week…. a return to Letterkenny after a 4 year gap and into Sligo for a right old Gilhooley. Just finalised the running order for the forthcoming album, Declan is in London doing the final Mastering.
It should be ready by autumn.

Talk to ye soon…

Christy

PS …
To Mike Waterson;
It’s fare thee well my singing bird you’ll sing forever more
I’ll ne’er forget the times we spent upon The Humber Shore
At each social gathering I’ll celebrate your name
When I heard that song you sang to me “The Lakes of Pontchartrain”.