For the life of me I can’t tell you why but I missed Electric Picnic last year; that is a mistake I will never make again. Once again the most inconspicuous piece of land in the wilds of Laois has provided one of the best weekends of my life. Anyone who has been reading my stuff for a while now will remember that my first trip to Picnic in 2012 was a less than stellar experience for me – and I have indeed seen online that others had a similar experience this year – but I am happy to say that those days seem to have been a minor hiccup on the path to EP becoming the greatest festival this country has ever seen. Continue reading Electric Picnic 2015 – The Magic Is Alive
The referendum debate has reached boiling point, RTE are having conniption fits over microscopic badges, registration staff are wearing away fingerprints opening letters and in general we’ve all gone a little mad. Time for some… Ahem… Normality: Continue reading Friday Full House 15/05/15
I’m ashamed to say that even having lived in Sallins nearly all my life, I had no idea that McAuley Place in Naas was housing Naas Arts & Culture Centre. We’ll have to chalk that one up to a senior moment and move on however as there’s some live music to talk about, namely that of Freddie White who landed into Naas last Saturday for one of his trademark classy gigs.
Back in 09 a buddy pointed out a band to me in Rolling Stone. They were from New Jersey, they played in a punk rock fashion and one of their songs directly lifted/referenced Bruce Springsteen lyrics. ‘Nuff said, I was interested. What followed from there was me well and truly developing an obsession with Gaslight that has remained solid to today, and with them playing here in a few months what better time than now to look back at when I first saw them.
That’s the funny thing about ticket less gigs, the memory fails on you. In 2007 and 2008 Cobh singer songwriter Freddie White did two consecutive winter residencies in Bewley’s Cafe Theatre on Grafton Street in a space fit for 50 people and no more. I love to rock out to a stadium gig as much as the next person but there’s no denying the privilege and awe that comes with seeing an artist in as intimate a surrounding as this. The problem is that myself and my father attended both years and each year we went to two or three gigs in the space of two or three weeks. This bit of a write up may incorporate events from more than one night and so I’ll apologise if my fact finding is a little off, it was a long time ago.
Busy week this week – trespassers going to court, Enda getting the Obama cold shoulder and most importantly – there was even a little sunshine (particularly little thus morning thanks to a certain eclipse). Here’s what you might have missed: Continue reading Friday Full House 20/03/15
James Blunt. Two words that can cause so much division, usually followed by vitriol, and few can justifiably explain why. Nobody was more sick of hearing the constant refrain of “… you’re beautiful…” across airwaves in the last ten years than the man himself and sadly most people missed the fact that he is an exceptional talent in the meantime. On Thursday night he reminded a near full 3Arena just how good he is.
Once upon a time I found the concept of attending more than one in a few days run of gigs to be insane. I’d heard of these lunatics who would camp overnight for some Springsteen fella (ha!) and I thought you’d never catch me dead doing that. But as it turned out a school friend of mine was doing all three gigs in 05 and asked if I was interested in a ticket for the third night. After the buzz of the first, I didn’t ask any questions, sign me up. Continue reading Live In Concert – U2, Croke Park, 2005 (Night 2)
I can never fully get my head around my fondness for U2. I’ll usually be first in line for some Bono bashing and their more recent output, namely No Line On The Horizon, left me a little cold. Yet they are and always will be one of my favourite bands, their music making itself heard in some huge moments in my life and at the end of it all I have immense pride that such a power house of a band came from this little island. Maybe my confusion towards them is just good old Irish begrudgery. Whatever it is, in 2005 they were the force to be reckoned with, and they showed it in their hometown over three nights in Croke Park. Continue reading Live In Concert – U2, Croke Park, 2005 (Night 1)
Rarely I go to a gig entirely oblivious to the music of whichever artist I go to see. I’ll usually at least know their biggest hit. But when said artist is the sax player in my all time favourite band, good faith alone sees me buying a ticket, and I’m glad I did. Continue reading Dublin Grooves To Jake Clemons