What’s not to like about Imelda May?
Seriously, what human being could fail to be transported by Imelda’s sassy sorcery?
Of course, we’ve all seen Imelda May in Limerick before, first in Dolans and latterly in the Big Top at the Milk Market but now comes news that the Queen of Rockabilly is getting her own castle, as befitting rockabilly royalty. And yes, before you start, I know Imelda doesn’t describe herself as a rockabilly artist. I know Imelda covers all genres. Chill. The fact is that I get to breathe the same air as Imelda May on the 13th August and that’s enough for me.
What’s more, I get to share the same space as Imelda May in a castle.
A big stone Norman castle defending a bridge. Think Walder Frey, but without the violence and now with added sexiness and fun.
I can be the new Walder Frey paying homage to Lady Imelda without a Red Wedding that was ever heard of. There will be no minstrel bow-men in the galleries at this gig, but a solid line-up of rocking bad-ass psycho-musos backing the baddest woman in music.
I’ll be there in my millions.
Who wouldn’t go to the castle when the Queen is in residence?