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the Plough And The Stars


“The only censorship that is justified is the free censorship of popular opinion. The Ireland that remembers with tear-dimmed eyes all that Easter Week stands for, will not, and cannot, be silent in face of such a challenge.”

The above words, amazingly, come from none other than Hanna Sheehy Skeffington. A feminist, suffragete and left-wing nationalist. The subject of her comments is Sean O’ Caseys play, The Plough And The Stars. When we think of the riots the play kicked off, often its easy to imagine a ‘mob’ of religious and conservative nationalists. Sheehy-Skeffingtons opposition shows things were a little more complex.

If anyone has read O’ Caseys book on his time in the Citizen Army, The Story Of The Irish Citizen Army, they’ll know he never held back with his criticism of what he seen as the failures of the movement (Normally, of course, with biting satire and wit)

Sean O’ Casey famously put a motion forward within the movement calling on the Countess Markievicz to “sever her connection” with the nationalist movement if she was to remain active in the labour movement, which fell. After this, O’ Casey resigned his position was Honorary General Secretary.

The motion read:

“Seeing that Madame Markievicz was, through Cumann na mBan, attached to the Volunteers, and on intimate terms with many of the Volunteer leaders, and as the Volunteers’ Association was, in its methods and aims, inimical to the first interests of Labour, it could not be expected that Madame could retain the confidence of the Council; and that she be now asked to sever her connection with either the Volunteers or the Irish Citizen Army”

While many of you have likely seen the play before, its return to the Abbey is most welcome and this promises to be a fantastic production.

For me, the prize moment is always Jack singing Nora to his wife. Nobody has ever come near to the late Ronnie Drews fantastic rendition.

Look here, comrade, there’s no such thing as an Irishman, or an Englishman, or a German or a Turk; we’re all only human bein’s. Scientifically speakin’, it’s all a question of the accidental gatherin’ together of mollycewels an’ atoms

I’ll see you there!

The Plough And The Stars Opens At The Abbey On July 27th,2010
Sean O’ Caseys ‘The Story of the Irish Citizen Army’ can be read free online at Libcom.org

Colm Mac Con Iomaire Headlines Tonight.

As jaycarax recently posted here, tonight sees Dublin take her rightful place centre stage at the Button Factory County Nights. While the beauty of such nights is always the surprise element (With Christy Moore dropping in for Tipp to perform the Galtee Mountain Boy), the line-up on paper is solid tonight.

Colm Mac Con Iomaire (The Frames & Swell Season)
and friends

with the Góilín Singers
including
Luke Cheevers
Barry Gleeson
Jerry Reilly
Máire Ní Chróinín
and many more

The famous Góilín Singers Club is a Dublin institution. For anyone unfamiliar, here are two gems from the Frank Harte Festival 2009 where the club organised a walking tour of the Liberties and other historic Dublin areas.

The show starts at 9pm tonight, and guests are advised to arrive early.
For more information on the Góilín Club, pop over to http://www.goilin.com/

 

The Irish Film Institute have, understandably, built up an amazing archive of Dublin footage over the years.  Sometimes, like with the fantastic Irish Destiny (the 1926  homemade film  which premiered on Easter Sunday of that year) this footage can become DVD chart-topping stuff.  In most cases however, the footage isn’t quite as historically popular as Irish Destiny and interesting as it often is- it remains unseen by the masses.

From January 2010 however, the IFI will be showing some of their fantastic archival  footage at lunchtimes- and for free.  All the screenings are under 30 minutes long, and the first two deal with 1970s Dublin.  Produced by members of the Guinness Film Society, the films offer a unique insight into the Dublin of the period.

The first film, Cill Cheannaigh looks as odd as it does fascinating. Set in Cornelscourt Shopping Centre (Or eh….Dunnes Stores to be exact) the short documentary looks at and engages with the mix of families, teenagers and (or so the website tells me..) priests that pass through the aisles of the South Dublin branch. This was the first Dunnes.  Wow.

The second work, Liffey Faces, looks a bit more easy to work out.  Going from Kippure to Poolbeg, we get an insight into life on the liffey with everything from the Liffey Swim to the Islandbridge rowers featured. Like Cill Cheannaigh, this one was produced in 1970.

The films will screen at lunch time each week on Monday and Wednesday, and on one Saturday each month, with more info on www.irishfilm.ie

The good old days...

The third monthly pub crawl takes place this Sunday, beginning at 16.30… Expect a report on Tuesday/ Wednesday!

Master at work…

As told to me by a gentleman of high standing in a local hostelry a couple of weeks ago…

McDaids Bar has always done a brisk passing trade, being off one of Dublins busiest streets, while at the same time maintaining it’s regular and staunchly loyal customer base. Now, this story is set in the late fifties/ early sixties, and Ireland at that time was not awash with cash, and this regular and staunchly customer base was not shy of asking for a couple of half ones to be “put on the tab,” or of looking for a way to cadge a pint or two.

On an Easter Monday, sometime around the turn of the sixties, the owner of the bar decided to take himself and some close allies on a trip to the races, leaving the bar in the not so capable hands of a new, young (and very naïve) barman. Away he went on his jolly way, and not long after he was gone, one of the locals (who, as the story goes, was a notoriously nice man, but a terrible one for not having two shillings to rub together,) spotted his chance for a day on the gargle. A carpenter by trade, he still had his toolbelt on him when he came in the door. Up to the bar he went and asked the barman for a pint of plain and a Créme De Menthe. The barman, only in the job a couple of weeks, looked nervously around him before saying, “I don’t think we have that sir.” “Oh, sure of course ye do. The boss keeps it down in the cellar; to keep it cool.” The barman looked around him undecidedly but deciding rather than face the wrath of the boss for annoying a regular customer, took the chance, swung open the cellar door and darted down the ladder. Not wasting any time, the carpenter hopped the counter, slammed the door shut and drove several six inch nails into it, fastening it shut and promptly started dishing out the scoops.

Needless to say, word travelled fast that McDaids were having an unwitting free bar and the place very quickly filled up with Dublin’s finest. Whiskey and Porter were being thrown across the counter at a ferocious pace, with little to be seen of money passing the other way. Of course, our carpenter friend drank his fill and promptly scarpered…

So, after a grand day at the races, a few shillings up and all the happier for it, the landlord turned off Grafton Street and started up Harry Street, towards where his pub was, and still is, situated. He was only too delighted to see the place full to the gills, people staggering around outside and inside. I’m sure he thought all his dreams had come true… Until he got inside… And recognised none of the people behind the bar. With a roar, he made his way through the fast-emptying pub and got the strangers out from behind the taps. With the pub now empty at this stage, he noticed the cellar door crudely nailed shut, and heard the feeble knocks that emanated from within. He took a jemmy bar to it and managed, after a time, to prise it open. Upon opening it, a very dazed and anxious looking barman hauled himself out of the hatch and asked “No Créme De Menthe then?”

As with all Dublin stories, I’m sure this one has sprouted legs but sure who gives a toss. These stories are the ones that will soon disappear unless we tell them, and keep re-telling them…

So Pathé…

Image taken from the British Pathé site.

I’ve recently been introduced to a great site that I’m sure will be of interest to some CHTM followers. British Pathé have archived over 3,500 hours of footage filmed from 1910 onwards on their site;  The historian in me loves the old newsreels, the football fan in me goes directly for the likes of this video, a rare clip from 1936 of a team representing Nazi Germany playing, and losing, 5-2, to an Irish team at my beloved Dalymount Park, true home of Irish football…

Another highlight is this clip of “Glasgow Celtic Vs. The Irish Free State” filmed in 1924, again in Dalymount Park. Notice the fans on the roof of the stand; If only people were as eager to get into League of Ireland grounds these days…

The freeview videos aren’t of any great length, they generally weigh in close to two minutes long but some of the scenes are just fantastic.

Thanks to WSMIreland on YouTube for uploading this.

While it’s not exactly news to anyone that Enda Kenny is lacking with regards charisma, this performance is baffling even by his own standards. First of all, he’s confronted about the Corrib Gas issue. He responds with ‘budget-speak’ regarding carers and the blind. He’s heard “all about it” apparently.

Anyway, the gold begins at 4.55. A passing firefighter arrives on the scene, and is quizzed by Enda on where his  family are from. “Fair play to ya!” says  Enda. Anyway, needless to say, our friend  is a bit more concerned with the pension levy than the old sod.

Straight to the questions then:

“Do you believe that the Fire Brigade should have the right to strike?”

To which Enda responds…

“I’ll give you the tour around Achill if you’d like”

When grilled on whether or not Fine Gael will remove the pension levy when in Government, Enda hasn’t got an answer, or even a soundbyte. He then tells the man that “maybe you don’t want to hear” all the campaigning I’ve done for you in the Dail, before once again stating “The next time you’re down the west, you give me a shout”

A handful of bemused Shell to Sea activists, one very confused Dublin firefighter, and one very weak Mayo T.D.

Only in Ireland, only on Kildare Street.

Val Falvey is the man.

The CHTM team are heading along to this. Should prove to be a entertaining night.

‘Button Factory County Sessions’ celebrates the magical music tradition of County Dublin. Featuring Colm Mac Con Iomaire (Kila/The Frames) and friends with the Góilín Singers plus special guests Peter Byrne and more.

Doors: 8pm | Cover Charge €15 / €10

from the fantastic irishelectionliterature.wordpress.com

Paul Gogarty from The Green Party is one of my local TDs. Dublin Mid West looks completely bonkers to be honest, as not alone did the area put ‘Paul in the Dail’, but a certain Mary Harney too. She’s essentially been saying ‘fuck you’  to a whole load of people for the last couple of years, in less dramatic and far more deadly circumstances than Mr. Gogarty.

I was reminded of the day the Gogarty team knocked on the front door in the hunt for votes in 2007. My Dad, like a terrier, went straight for the door.  Paul was at the next house over, but had an assistant or two on the doors with him, as all politicians do.

“What about the Corrib gas situation? Do you support Shell to Sea?” Dad asked.

My Dad would be quite far from any sort of left wing radical, in fact- very is a better word than quite. Paul shoots over anyway from the neighbours to ours to reassure my Dad of the ‘Greens support’ for the campaign and to agree noddingly with every word said.

Pauls recent comments to a Green magazine, as quoted by The Irish Independent, seem bizarre giving how he’s voted in the Dail as of late.

“Fianna Fail members are cute hoors but they also realise that politics is about people. FF has an innate understanding of people. It doesn’t mean they haven’t screwed the general public over the years, because their real friends have been developers and big business. I hope Fianna Fail gets a drumming in the next election”

Something makes me think it won’t just be Fianna Fail who get a “drumming” come the next election .

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Dublin Mid West  goes MSNBC:

chrisjudge.com

 Luke (My brother, of www.lukefcomics.blogspot.com) is  a bit more  ‘with it’ than me in Dublin these days, in all truth.  Considering he’s not old enough to sit a basic driving lesson, never mind buy a pint, makes me wonder if this is more a reflection on me than him. I suppose when money is divided into category A (The Hop House) and category B (The bus to The Hop House/ the bus back home from The Hop House) then category C (Buying nice things) goes out the window.  Anyway, yesterday he came home with some nice odds and ends he picked up from the stuio of an Irish artist in town.

I fell in love with this shirt when I seen it. Chris Judge, if you don’t know- is a contributing artist to www.scamp.ie, the artist behind quite a lot of the Vodafone advertisements that may have stood out for you in the last while, and (to prove what a small world Dublin is) also did the sign over the door of Twisted Pepper on Middle Abbey Street. I noticed on his own blog at the time  of  the bars launch he mentioned the sign would be changed every few months, but it seems they’ve stuck with his effort- which I love.

Anyway, my interest in comics/illustration is low and only recently developing at all due to Lukes influence no doubt, but so close to Christmas it’s worth looking around Dublin for unique, and homegrown, presents.

So, in the spirit of that:

Christmas Flea Market, Dublin

December 20th up at the Co-Op. While obviously these things always bring out the bric-a-brac stalls, there is no shortage of creative hands in this city. For something a bit more unique, it’s worth a look. To think if I was buying Luke a shirt I wouldn’t look beyond Topman….

Dublin’s Ghost Signs

A ghost sign is a term for old hand painted advertising or signage that has been preserved on a building for an extended period of time, whether by actively keeping it or choosing not to destroy it.

Here are a few of my favourites from a recent Boards.ie thread.

The old Lennox Chemicals HQ on Leinster Street South.

“Lennox Chemicals was founded in 1923. The company came to bear the name of Robert Lennox who served as Managing Director from 1923 until this death in 1936. Originally located at Great Strand Street, Lennox moved to South Leinster Street in 1937 and on to John F. Kennedy Estate just off the Naas Road in 1983”

Photo Credit - 'Wishbone Ash'

An old sign for Switzers Department Store (1834 – 1993) above the Brown Thomas Wicklow Street entrance.

Photo Credit - "Wishbone Ash"

The old Sick and Indigent Roomkeepers Society building on Palace Street, around the corner from Dublin Castle. Apparently it is Dublin’s shortest street with only two addresses.

Photo Credit - "Wishbone Ash"

Along the bottom of this building on the corner of Upper Camden Street and Harrington Street you can see the old sign for Kelly’s Cigar Bounder – Tobacco Blender. Though the shop has well since closed, the area is still commonly known as Kelly’s Corner. The building was raided and destroyed (using hand grenades) by Captain J.C. Bowen-Colthurst of the British Army during the Easter Rising in 1916.

Photo Credit - "Wishbone Ash"

The old sign for The Shakespeare above the Korean restaurant and pub The Hop House where the CHTM team frequent most weekends. My dad used to drink here when he went to Colaiste Mhuire in Parnell Square around the corner.

Photo Credit - "Jay Carax"

from damiendempsey.com

'Damien Dempsey Gives Me Hope' Graffiti up by Busaras

Howth Junction could take you away
And in the hayfields we’d squander the day
And from the corner of Holywell road.
See the sunset over Saint Donaghs,
See the sunset over us all,
See the sunset over Saint Donaghs.

I’ve seen Damien Dempsey a number of times now, the first time at a free summer concert in Farmleigh, in 2007. Of course, being Ireland, it bucketed down the whole time. The massive crowd that assembled to see Dempsey knew each and every word, sporadically burst into ‘THE NORTHSIDE!’  in song and, once he left the stage- took off home. Seeing as Dempsey lists Morrissey amongst his celebrity fans, the adoring nature of his fans seemed more than fitting.

Fresh from touring internationally, Dempsey has taken to an off the cuff tour of Dublin, taking in mainly community centres in ordinary parts of Dublin that don’t see chart-toppers roll through too often. Amongst these shows are Blanchardstown, Ballymun, Tallaght and others. They are ’solo’ shows, although a friend or two assist along the way.  They are all a long way from supporting U2 in Croke Park to say the least.

I remember seeing Damien Dempsey open for Willie Nelson in the old Point, and cringing my way through it all. Dempsey wasn’t bad on the night, not by a long shot. I remember he was giving his normal talk before bursting into ‘Colony’, a song about global imperialist history. He began by dedicating the song to the people of Palestine, Afghanistan,Iraq and other war ravaged parts of the world, and told the audience that war is always carried out by the ruling class. It wasn’t the setting really, and the shameless Willie Nelson ‘BUY TWO T-SHIRTS AND A THIRD ONE FOR A RELATIVE’ tour machine was so loud he could hardly be heard over it.

These shows however, are completely different affairs. Opening up with Negative Vibes, the sing song nature of the night is clear straight away. He has the audience (seemingly well oiled, thanks to the bar thats part of the community venue) right in his hand, and its now obvious to me the Farmleigh experience was a pretty standard Dempsey concert. The audience are right in this. Sing All Our Cares Away continues the pattern. Dempsey can almost leave the chorus to his audience.

He tells the crowd this is his first headlining gig in Tallaght, and his only performance before was between two boybands in a youth talent show in the (clearly not actually a Square) shopping centre across the road from us. The Northside/Southside banter from the crowd brings every  comedian in the place to his vocal best, and it takes a few minutes until things get back on course.

Colony hits the place like a bag of bricks.

Katie she came from down Townsend street
Ten in a bed and no shoes on their feet
1916 came
They played The Patriot Game

Dempseys microphone cuts out, but you wouldn’t even notice. The audience know every word.

Dempseys latest effort, The Rocky Road,was an effort to take traditional classics and bring them to a new audience. As he remarked in numerous interviews at the time of the albums launch, many of these songs are punker/dirtier and more aggresive or the opposite than anything recorded today. Over the course of the night The Rocky Road To Dublin, Schooldays Over, Kelly The Boy From Killane, A Rainy Night In Soho and The Night Visiting Song get a go. The amount of young faces singing along indicates that the albums aim was a success. That, or to many young Dubs, these songs are already known word for word.

A new song,  dealing with the feelings of a young solder trapped serving in Iraq and the horrors of war is performed too, with Dempsey remarking that ‘War is the rich mans terrorism’. Dempsey can get his politics across in a way that is not annoyingly forced or pointlessly tokenistic.  The fact his musical catalogue deals mainly with working class Dublin youth means that unlike a few characters he may have shared a stage with at the o2, people are willing to listen. The song goes down a treat.

Its almost 11PM when Dempsey wraps up, joking that he’s offering people the chance to make the short-run to the bar. The lyrical development of Dempsey is obvious, in fact the first time I heard Dempsey about 3 years back I remember being quite on the fence. He’s come a long, long way.

He ends on Patience. Once more, the audience sing every word back to him. The energy in the room is fantastic. When people spill out into the carpark, or in some cases back into the bar,  the talk of the town is the strength of the performance just seen. The tour of Dublin continues over the next few days, and then- it’s back to larger venues no doubt for Damien Dempsey. There’s no paddywhackery with Dempsey, just Dublin spirit.

Sadly, Eoghan Harris is a fan too.