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I’ve always been fascinated by the crusade against jazz music in 1920’s and 1930’s Ireland. A piece in the past on aspects of the hidden history of soccer in the capital touched on a GAA convention in 1930 which called for the banning of “jazz dancing”.

The title of this post comes from an Irish Times report from October 12, 1927. In it, Signor Pietro Mascagni was asked for his opinion on jazz music. “I am for sound in music and against noise” he noted.

This 1938 piece from The Irish Times is among my favourite finds to date however, coming from June 20. The crusade against jazz was very much alive and well in the capital. Other “inferior music” was also condemned. Mad times.

Still, not everyone in Dublin was scared away. Here’s a 1930 ad for a Dublin music shop advertising stocking “the latest jazz tune” among other things.

Give me some time, and I’ll try knock out a piece down the line on jazz in the capital. There’s a fascinating little subculture alright!

Unless you’re a newcomer to CHTM, you’ll know that on one Sunday a month the three of us, in the company of a small group of friends head out on a pub crawl, with pubs selected by one member of our troop but not revealed until we’re standing outside the door.

So, Halloween evening, and it was pubcrawl time again. This week, the pubs were selected by JFlood, the only person outside of the CHTM trio to have ventured to pick a route so far. The starting point was Charlemont Luas stop, not far from Ranelagh, so we had a fair idea what side of the city we were headed for. Four thirty was the alotted meet up, and we didn’t have far to go to the first stop, The Barge on Charlemont Street.

I’ve been told that on a warm Summers day, there’s nowhere like the place, getting your pint from the bar and then heading out to sit by the canal and enjoy it. No such luck today, four thirty, Halloween afternoon, dark and dreary Dublin. Not inside The Barge though, a large airy bar split into three levels, the ground floor, a mezzanine area and the second story.  A beautiful place to look at inside, and spotless throughout; I was quite taken with the place on first impressions. What I wasn’t mad about was that most of the trade was taken up by a Sunday lunch crowd. Now this isn’t an offence in itself, but I’m not crazy on the idea of having a few scoops somewhere in the knowledge that there’s a family tucking into dinner beside me. The food looked and smelled great, but it was the Guinness we were here for. We took up position in an excellent little snug hidden upstairs with a couch and two arm-chairs squeezed into it and hit the bar to be welcomed by the news that the barman would drop down our pints; a nice touch.  The pint, at €4.40 went down well- they obviously take pride in their presentation, as unlike a lot of places that do food, the glasses were spotless and the pint looked perfect. I quite liked this place, it was nice to be tucked away from the hustle and bustle, with the barman down to us after a few minutes asking if we wanted another. But, we were only staying for one so had to make our apologies.

The Barge Bar by Bill in DC, from Flickr

As expected, JFlood led us yet again away from our comfort zone of the city centre. His previous pubcrawls had taken us around The Liberties (my favourite pubcrawl yet by far) and Rathmines so it didn’t suprise me when we headed up Ranelagh Road.

The next pub was one I don’t think half of our group had ever set eyes on before, never mind set foot in. Hidden away on Mount Pleasant, behind the new school on Ranelagh Road and with rows of neighbouring on either side, The Hill is reminiscent, situation wise at least, of Gravediggers in Glasnevin- hidden away in  residential area. But as often the case, a hidden pub can be a hidden gem and such is the case for The Hill. A smashing looking bar inside and out, this place looks like its been here since time began; they’ve maintained the Victorian stylings down through the years, and is the kind of pub that feels like its been passed down through generations. A quick look in the Irish Times archive shows it was last on auction in 1999 so that dispels that notion.

We got a few inquisitive looks as we entered, a definite sign of a locals bar, but thats to be expected as the bar lies off the beaten track. The barman again offered to bring the pints down and we sat ourselves in a raised seating area up the back, under the telly. And whilst Liverpool were on, and there were a few regulars watching, the volume wasn’t pumped up as it would normally be and we had no problem talking over it. Not too far away from Rover’s heartland of Miltown here so myself and DFallon exchanged a few nods at the expense of the regulars nattering about their lifting of the LOI trophy on Friday night. It did suprise me when one of them let a roar out of him when Liverpool scored with a few minutes to go- in Rovers absence from Miltown, he had obviously adopted an English club… Again though, a beautiful pub.

The Hill, Ranelagh. Pic by Hellplex, from Flickr

Obviously extended into one of the houses next door, the pub seems a lot larger inside than it does out. The pints arrived, and at €4.15 certainly weren’t to be sniffed at; the pint of the night for me. Conversation flowed in this place, and where we normally end up ranting about Michael Collins towards the end of our monthly pubcrawl, he was a target of out venom in our second pub here, (well, more the Neil Jordan film about him. A car bomb? In Dublin Castle? Now there’s historical revisionism.) Nice warm bar, interesting surroundings, great pint and a spotless jacks led this to be pub (as well as pint) of the night for me.

So back into the cold and dark and onwards to our next stop, Russell’s in Ranelagh village. Another eatery this, but as the evening was getting their wasn’t too many around. An odd place this, for while in was clean and tastefully decorated, it just lacked a certain something- there wasn’t much on the walls to distinguish what kind of a crowd it draws; normally you have a few pictures, snaps of locals or whatever. Russell’s? Nothing that we could see. According to one of the lads, its a big rugby pub, but you wouldn’t know it apart from the ads on the front doors. The pint came in at €4.40 and wasn’t too bad, less care for the presentation here though as two of the four pints were over-filled, while not a mortal sin, its something I know the Guinness quality control team frown upon.

Russells of Ranelagh from YPYounge.ie

Where the first two pubs oozed character, both I would say due mainly to their locations (The Barge right next to a lock and The Hill looking like it was just dropped into a row of houses by accident, I just couldn’t take to this place- it felt more restaurant or bisto than bar, and I don’t think any of us felt too comfortable here. Upstairs looked great, and the smoking area is out on a balcony which is a nice touch but we didn’t fancy the cold so we stayed inside, again up under a telly at the back of the bar.

So onwards to Smyths, just down the road, but not before a quick stop in the Ranelagh chipper and bags of chips all round here. Suprising to see the McDonalds on the corner closed; you’d think they at least would weather the recession- apparently not. Anyway, into Smyths, quite a nice spot,  most of the tables inside occupied, and the ones that weren’t had glasses on them, suggesting a busy evening. With the football just over, I’d presume it was that. Up at the bar I ran into an ex- workmate of mine, a retired civil servant and she swears by this place; I trust her judgement.

Smyths of Ranelagh

As I said, there was a decent crowd in here, so we made our way out to the smoking area. Wood panelled, well heated with a flatscreen showing La Liga, we were all happy here. There are Trinity residences around the corner and what we presume were some of the residents, most of whom embraced the halloween spirit and were wearing fancy dress, took up most of the area, but we found a nice little corner right under a heater. The pint, at €4.45 was the business, well presented, a decent head and tasted great; or my belly may just have been happy from the bag of chips ten minutes earlier. One of the lads definitely got costume of the night approval from CHTM anyways as Super Mario walked past, moustache specially grown for the occasion. Legend. We stayed for a couple here, comfortable as we were, and Smyth’s is definitely a spot I’d have no qualms about coming back to.

I’ll be honest and say this is where it starts to get hazy. JFlood had the next spot picked, McSorley’s, only a few doors down. Chris, my old workmate had told me to head up there either way, recommending it as a great spot. And it was a great spot, though not necessarily my kind of spot. The barman was dead-on, dressed in the garb of the local secondary school, we knocked a bit of craic out of the American football on the telly that nobody seemed to be watching except him.

McSorleys, Ranelagh. from their Facebook

As I said, a nice place, candle lit tables lined the walls, and several of them were occupied. Where Smyth’s seemed to be a youger crowd, McSorley’s came across as more of a thirty- something spot.  They do food, and I’d say the place gets busy on a Friday and Saturday night (its a late bar and so stays open until two o’clock at weekends) but tonight was just a steady stream of custom so we nabbed ourselves a high table close to the bar. Pints were €4.45 and there were no complaints.

We did visit one more pub, Birchall’s but I’d be doing it an injustice to try and review it as I simply can’t remember a thing about the place other than that the pints were somewhere around the €4.40 mark and were fine. And I’m sorry, thats all I remember, not from the drink, honestly. Myself and DFallon were sober enough to make our way back to the Luas stop, somehow befriend the drunkest woman in the world (by befriend, I mean she came up and started talking to us before lying down on the platform.) So there you are, six pubs, five that I remember. Standout of the night though had to be The Hill. But for it’s Rovers associations, it’d be perfect.

Just For Kicks (1979)

(I’ve already written quite extensively on Dublin’s late 1970s/early 1980s Punk & New Wave scene. See The Sense of Ireland (1980), Dave Fanning & The Sportman’s Inn, Classic Dublin Punk/New Wave Singles (The search continues…), Dublin Punk & New Wave Venues (1976-84), The Blades; Revelations (Of 45s) & The Blades Are Sharp, The Atrix, The Spies, & D.C. Nien.)

Just For Kicks was a pivotal 12 track, black vinyl LP compilation, released by Kick records in December 1979, showcasing the very best of unsigned, new wave Dublin bands. U2songs have a considerable bit of information on the compilation here.

Kick Records, based out of 24 Upr. Fitzwilliam Street, was run by former UCDSU president Charlie McNally. He passed away in 2020.

It is a highly rare and coveted collectors item due to its limited pressing, the inclusion of U2 and for the fact that The Edge played bass on the Teen Commandments’ track “Something’s Better than Nothing”. Thus becoming the earliest recorded collaboration by a member of U2 with another act.

The executive producer was Charlie McNally, the recording engineer was Johnny Byrne, the record was ‘assisted by’ Paul Thomas and Master Production was by Windmill Studios. The cover was designed by Martin Devane, the record was pressed by Carlton Productions and printed by Massey Bros. Ltd. Dave Fanning (RTÉ Radio 2) supplied the sleeve notes.

This is the first time any of the songs below have been uploaded online. Enjoy.

The creative front cover of the LP. In the background, a street map of Dublin. The centre picture shows two figures with pints of Guinness for heads spilling drink on a table. Outside the window, Nelson

Side One:

1. U2 – Stories for Boys (U2, Copyright control)

2. Berlin – Stop Stop (Devon, Kick/Foxrock Music)

3. D.C. Nien – Reptile (D.C. Nien, Kick/Foxrock Music)

4. Rocky De Valera & the Gravediggers – Lady Loves to Rock’n’Roll (Rocky, Kick/Foxrock Music)

(Unfortunately this song was scratched on my copy. If anyone could go to the trouble of uploading this song, I’d be extremely grateful)

5. The Resistors – Service With a Smile (McStay, Break Publishing)

6. Sacre Bleu – Mademoiselle Goodnight (AK/Doyle, Raglan Music)

Side Two:

1. The Atrix – Treasure on the Wasteland (The Atrix, Endofearth Songs)

2. New Versions – Tango of Nerves (Byrne/Kiang, Kick/Foxrock Music)

3. Teen Commandments – Something’s Better Than Nothing (Byrne, Kick/Foxrock Music)

4. Zebra – Silent Partners (Deana McCormack, Manuscript)

5. Jaroc – Midnight Charmer (Morgan/McFarlane, Kick/Foxrock Music)

6. Square Meal – Love Attack (Baily/Belton, Darkfox Music)

The state we’re in.

God, what a day just passed us. The image above sums this recession up nicely. Nothing sweet about it though.

Still, Vincent For Taoiseach is surely being printed onto t-shirts all over the island. I spent most of yesterday doing some research on the 1918 election, I couldn’t help but think of a classic Sinn Féin poster from that election…..

For anyone who missed it, here was why last night Vincent Browne was the voice of the angry public on TV3. Well done Vincent. Still essential viewing.

A very empty Croke Park.

As mentioned in a post earlier on, I did an excellent Bloody Sunday focused walking tour of Croke Park today with John Campbell from the Croke Park Museum.

Below, I’ve uploaded a few snaps of an almost completely empty Croke Park. Beautiful.

(Any info on this excellent image? donal.ofalluin.2009@nuim.ie)
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It’s Sunday, November 21.

The Dublin team of the day.

An anniversary that might pass you by….

It is very unusual for the anniversary of Bloody Sunday to fall on a Sunday. Sunday, November 21 was one of the most intense and horrific days of the Irish War of Independence.

Michael Hogan, Thomas Hogan, Jane Boyle, Joseph Traynor, Jeremiah O’Leary, Thomas Ryan, James Burke, Daniel Carroll, William Robinson, James Matthews, Michael Feery, John William Scott, James Teehan and Jeremiah O’Dowd were all gunned down at Croke Park in Dublin, while Dick McKee, Peadar Clancy and Conor Clune were killed at Dublin Castle. While Clune was not a member of the Volunteers, McKee and Clancy were leading members of IRA GHQ, and Ernie O’ Malley noted in his article Bloody Sunday how the organisation had developed owing to their leadership and influence.

“The four Dublin city battalions had a very intimate knowledge of the metropolis, its lanes, by-lanes, alleys and back yards, its enemy barracks and the habits of its opponents”

Of those killed in Croke Park, three were children. 10,14 and 11 years old.

Trade union leader William O’ Brien noted in Forth The Banners Go that intelligence efforts against republicans, trade unionists and the like intensified after Bloody Sunday. Following a raid on Liberty Hall, where copies of the Black and Tans internal The Weekly Summary were found, O’ Brien noted that those arrested at Liberty Hall were taken to Dublin Castle. “We were brought into the very room that had been occupied by McKee, Clancy and Clune and where they were killed the previous Sunday. The marks on the walls (…) were still there.”

The day had of course begun with the attacks by ‘The Squad’ of Michael Collins upon the intelligence services which attempted to combat republicans in the city. It was a calculated effort to remove the ‘Cairo Gang’ from the scene, a series of early morning raids for the most part in a small area of south Dublin.

The Irish Times of November 22 ran the below ‘Official Report’ into events at Croke Park.

“It is believed that a number of gunmen came to Dublin today under the guise of a wish to attend a Gaelic football match between Dublin and Tipperary, but that their real motive was to take part in a series of murderous outrages which took place in Dublin this morning. In this belief it was decided to make investigations at the match itself, and for this purpose a mixed party of military, R.I.C and Auxiliary Police were detailed”

Interestingly, Winston Churchill would tell a Cabinet meeting that no reprisals had taken place for the attacks upon the British intelligence machine in Dublin on the morning of Bloody Sunday. Those at Croke Park would no doubt disagree.

Today is a very important Dublin anniversary. Let us hope that in 2020, the day is marked with a game between Dublin and Tipperary perhaps. Great praise is due to John Campbell at the Croke Park Museum for marking the day so fittingly today with two walking tours of the stadium.

…but it is a love song because, I love my people”

Maser/Damien Dempsey on the ball once more. The They Are Us screenprint upstairs reminding me that Greed Is The Knife rings truer each day. These words come from Dublin Town, perhaps the first Dempsey tune I heard.

Are we going to be good forever?

Blasts from the past.

You leave Ireland for three days, and when you come back the IMF are here and the place has gone to the dogs. Over a coffee, I’ve been digging through newspaper archives and here are a few gems.

For the workers!

For a government that works!

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Kudos to the artist ADW and Broadsheet.ie for bringing my attention to it.

How apt. Listen up FF and co.

Think (think) think (think) think (think) think (think)
You think (think) think (think) think about it
You better think (think) think about what you’re trying to do to me
Yeah, think (think, think), let your mind go, let yourself be free
Let’s go back, let’s go back, let’s go way on back when
I didn’t even know you, you couldn’t have been too much more than ten
I ain’t no psychiatrist, I ain’t no doctor with a degree
It don’t take too much high IQ’s to see what you’re doing to me
You better think (think) think about what you’re trying to do to me
Yeah, think (think, think), let your mind go, let yourself be free

Oh freedom (freedom), freedom (freedom), freedom, yeah freedom
Freedom (freedom), freedom (freedom), freedom, oh freedom

Facebook has been buzzing with this fantastic new song about the IMF. It was apparently written, recorded and uploaded online in one evening. Within 24 hours, it has been played nearly 500 times. Major props to SoundMigration.

Céad míle fáilte To the IMF
We hope we meet you on the streets –To fight you to the death.
And we know how you got here -Back room deal and open arms
As you try to suck the life from us – With your structural reforms

They just lit a fuse -Its time for us to choose 2

You must think were fucking stupid —-Feed our fears with blocks of cheese
It’ll take more than dairy products -To keep us on our knees
Don’t talk to us about violence – You hypocritical scum
Just look at all our hospital – An the homeless on the run
Destitution politics – Death by credit card
By you cant kill the love we have – for justice in our heart

Check out the rest of the lyrics here.

Like, seriously LOL.

Tip of the hat in the direction of Fake Street, on Facebook.

I don’t think I have to say anything here other than… The Rubber Bandits. In Temple Bar. Brilliant.