I don’t understand how this music business works at all. Not a notion, but of course, that might be connected with the fact that I have no musical talent whatsoever. When I try to sing, small children in Russia wake up and cry. That’s a personal tragedy, as somebody who loves music but there you go. When the god of the masses closes a door, he also closes a window, but at least I wasn’t born with one finger in the shape of a cigarette lighter, which saved me from a youth of stadium cabaret.
Mick Dolan understands the music business, and yet still manages to remain a nice guy. I don’t know how he does that, but somehow it works for him. He’ll never end up like Whitey Bolger.
He’s mad though. What the fuck is this?
How long have Dolans been there now, bringing top class acts to Limerick? It must be close on fifteen years. Jesus, when I think of all the great bands I saw in the Warehouse over that time, including the wonderful week when they hosted the Walls the Doors and the Frames. I can remember magical nights with Jack L, insane evenings with ridiculous tribute bands including one outstanding Beatles gig that I’ll never forget. Ultra special audiences with the likes of Freddie White, and me drunkenly trying to engage with the maestro as he signed his album for me. Howya. Just write Freddy’s back: a nightmare on Alphonsus Street. Sound.
John Martyn. Alabama 3. The Handsome Family. Arlo Guthrie.
There was the immortal night I asked some bitch to show a bit of respect to David Kitt and stop talking for a minute. You’re too old to be here, she told me. You should be home listening to Elton John. I’m known to be a perfect gentleman, but luckily, and unexpectedly for bitch, my daughter was there to say Shut the fuck up, and I know Mick’s attitude to ignorant people talking while an artist performs so there was little fear of being ejected for threatening a fool.
Through good times and bad, the Dolans have supported great music in Limerick, and I’m delighted to know that the sessions in the Market Big Top are going so well. I was at the Coronas there and at Imelda May. Both gigs sold out and both were outstanding. As I said, Mick Dolan knows his business.
What’s next? Well, it looks like he’s gone completely insane and booked the place for four nights in a row. Is that right? I’ll have to check.
See that Arthurs’s Day thing? That looks like a goer. Serious acts planned for Limerick on that day, a year after the epic voyage down the Shannon on a barge. I’m still in recovery from the excesses of that outing. That’s the 22nd in the Big Top. A huge range of talent combined with laid-backness and chilled feeling. How could you go wrong?
Remember The Stunning? (Hint: Brewing Up a Storm, Half Past Two, Romeo’s on Fire). Great band. They’re on the 23rd. I’ll be there.
The Villagers I don’t know, but that’s probably because I’m an old fucker these days. Very, very old. The Young People will be familiar with them., though I have to say I like what I hear of them : it’s great to see people writing real songs and playing them with real instruments.
These Jape lads I don’t know at all but they look very interesting. I’ll have to go to that as well, liver permitting.
It’s hard to keep up with everything these days, but luckily that’s what the Young People are for.
Hello Young Person. What did you think of the Japing Village Stunners?
Shut up Grandpa.
Bang! Mind yer fukken manners.
Oh, and did I mention Sharon Shannon as well? Bonkers shit lined up. I’ll try to be at most of them.
Here’s Jape. Check them out, as I will.