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.
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.
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Last week’s Live In Concert
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.
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Seven years ago, my life changed. Not some personal epiphany or near death experience; I got a new soundtrack. I actually can’t remember what specific song or moment it was that turned me onto Springsteen, I’m thinking it was “The River”, but what I do remember is that not since Tom Waits had I known so instantaneously that an artist’s music fit so perfectly in with my styles, though I don’t think even then I could have foreseen the fanatic I would become.
With the week that’s in it and all that, what better time is there for me to harp on about one of my favourite franchises of all time – Halloween. It should be assumed, should be the norm but spoilers are gonna follow! I was seven years old. Seven years old when I found out what real fear is. Halloween night in 1995, myself, my brother and his friend stayed up late to watch John Carpenter’s original classic, Halloween. Of course as still is the case, Continue reading The Night He Came Home
Midnight in the Olympia has a special place in the hearts of many eighties teens. When Gerry Sinnot took over the venue in 1977 he began this series of concerts that for a while looked unfortunately as though they could fade away. Thankfully gigs like this one came back some years ago to keep the tradition started with acts ranging from The Fleadh Cowboys to John Martin alive and well.