So from canal, to lake, Carp to Pike, in my younger years I’m pretty sure I covered everything coarse fishing could offer. Around the time I turned 12 my father decided myself and my brother should be introduced to the drug that is fly fishing. Funnily enough, though it rules my fishing life today, I was anything but keen at the beginning. Continue reading Gone Fishin – On The Fly
This one stings a little. Eleven years ago, I attended one of the greatest gigs I ever have. In the ensuing years everytime I’ve seen this band they’ve taken a further dip in quality, yet for now I’m still able to cling to that one amazing evening all those years ago, just. To me, the Chilis never made it past the departure of John Frusciante and the years leading up to his departure didn’t help their live show. Phoenix Park 04, Oxegen 06, Croke Park 12. A series of diminishing returns compounded by a terrible last album. But anyway, I digress for the millionth time. Continue reading Live In Concert – Red Hot Chili Peppers, Slane Castle, 2003
Heads up, this is a personal opinion. This is a personal opinion of a Garth Brooks fan. Most importantly this is a personal opinion of a ticket holding Garth Brooks fan who is right now trying to control a blinding temper. Anyone who follows me on Twitter may have seen my analogy of this situation as resembling a child being given thousands of free sweets, but refusing them because his mother tells him he has to bin the wrappers himself. Sadly, I feel this analogy is completely accurate to the shambolic handling of the Garth Brooks debacle, which has now ended in the definite cancellation of the five gigs in Croke Park. Continue reading Garth Brooks Cancelled, The Nation Will Suffer
As long as I can remember, my father has had myself and my brother fishing. His father did the same for him and his brothers, I will do the same should I have children. It has its detractors, sure. Hurting fish, pointless past time, play golf. I’ve heard it all. All I can say is that I’m always conscious of the well being of fish, I rarely if ever keep what I catch and the prolificatiin of our fish population in Ireland is of paramount importance to me so that future generations may enjoy the same endorphin rush as I do.
I’ll admit I felt like a bit of an outsider at this gig. Luka Bloom was filming a live DVD in The Space at The Helix, an intimate venue for a mere 100 lucky attendees. Why was I feeling outcast? Well, it was my first time seeing him live in full. I had seen him play support to his brother, Christy Moore, in the Kaedeen in Newbridge but this was the first time I was seeing him in full. And here I was surrounded by his most enthusiastic fans! Continue reading Live In Concert – Luka Bloom, The Helix, 2005
Who saw this one coming? Yes, indeed I was a metal head. and when it comes to Metallica, I still am, having not missed a single gig they’ve played in Ireland since this one. It was my first time out on my own to a gig, first ticket I’d saved and saved for, first time making that conscious decision to go and see an artist I truly admired the shit out of. And it didn’t disappoint one bit. Continue reading Live In Concert – Metallica, RDS, 2003
Well, unfortunately, they can’t all be good. It’s dawned on me that the first three Live In Concert features have been a little too universally positive so I figured it was time for me to show that I also have the ability to not enjoy a gig! That side of things begins, unfortunately, with my first ever “real” rock gig when I caught Neil Young in 2001. Continue reading Live In Concert – Neil Young, The Point, 2001