“Like Aon Focal Eile, I had no idea how big that would be. I was afraid I’d get a slagging from the Irish speaking people but the boss man in Glór na Gael wrote me a very nice letter thanking me for having a song with a full Irish title in the charts.” Richie Kavanaugh
Brazil native Indiara Sfair & Guilherme Tosin cover Robert Johnson’s Walking Blues. Sfair is/was a member of Brazilian blues band “Milk’n’Blues.”
Justin Johnson‘s axe is a shovel, and he sells ’em, too.
Utoob comment: “Just imagine what he could do with a backhoe.”
G.E. Smith gets all swampy and stuff with a tribute to late bassman Tom “T Bone” Wolk. Both backed Hall & Oates and were the core of the SNL Band (1985-1995).
Have a great weekend, folks, see you back here tomorrow.
It’s St. Patrick’s Day Eve Eve Eve. so let’s wear out the green.
Locals show up for impromptu performances of traditional songs at Brogan’s Bar, Ennis, County Clare, Ireland.
Selfish Murphy is a Romanian band (playing a Swedish DJ’s song with an Irish twist). “Wake me up when it’s over” was my mantra recently…
Hailing from Sydney Australia, The Rumjacks kick it with a profane but fun romp of a protest song.
Have a great weekend and we’ll see you tomorrow (unless the internet is shut down due to the mass hysteria over The Virus).
Pretty good rendition of “The Rattlin’ Bog.” It’s a tough song to sing, but I’m partial to the version sung by The Fenians. Saw them sing it live more than once, and Terry Casey never stumbled.
The O’Reillys & The Paddyhats jam it with “Barrels of Whiskey.”
The Rumjacks‘ “An Irish Pub Song” is “a piss take at the explosion of Irish Pubs in Australia and the bastardisation of a culture.”
From the lyrics posted on the Utoobage:
There’s a county map to go on the wall,
A hurling stick & a shinty ball,
The bric, the brac, the craic & all,
Lets call it an Irish pub.
Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap,
The Guinness pie & that cabbage crap,
The ideal wannabee Paddy trap,
We’ll call it an Irish pub.
You get the idea. On the other hand, my favorite Irish rebel song was a broadside set to music: Nell Flaherty’s Drake. It’s got some of the best snarky curses I’ve ever read. Here’s The Clancy Brothers’ version.
This is kinda fun, too. Good story intro:
“The Night I Punched Russell Crowe.”
Have a great weekend, folks. We’ll be donning some green tomorrow.
[Found here, here and here. Oh, yeah, and here.]
Apparently this phrase is now verboten, untersagt & unerlabt as dictated by the Amerikanisch-faschistisches Wort Polizeii:
Tá sé Lá Fhéile Pádraig! Póg mo thóin!
[Images found here, here and here. Related Archived posts here.]
Oh yes he does, you Manc poofter. He knows exactly what he’s talking about. “Olymic” indeed.
The Olympics sounded like every other group that performed a Leiber & Stoller song and then faded away to oblivion, but they didn’t. Let’s do the HullyGully.
The Jive Five did a song called “Hully-Gully Callin’ Time” that was cool, but this was probably their biggest hit.
Her name was Suki, his name was Jack or Bob or something. Yeah, I love that stuff, even if it’s a crappy video with poor sound quality.
Have a great weekend, folks. See you tomorrow, same Bunk Time, same Bunk Channel.
The four in front are not Irish, but the back three are. Just sayin’.
I bet the Erins go Bleaugh within the hour.
On the other hand, this is pretty cool.
There are a few remaining holed stones in Ireland. There is one in Co. Antrim and in Co. Louth and lucky for me there’s one in my native Co. Cork! This is the Ballyroon standing stone which is situated in West Cork on the Sheep’s Head road. This imposing stone is 2.25 metres in height unfortunately it is not standing and is only propped up on a smaller stone. The most striking feature is the beautifully carved round hole which runs through the stone. According to a local historian
The hole in the stone is narrow on one side and wide on the other. The man had a bigger hand and he put his hand through the wide side and the woman put her hand through the narrow side. They made their promises when they put their hands through the stone.
[1st image found in here; 2nd image with description found here. Previous St. Patrick’s Day posts here.]
My favorite Irish song is Nell Flaherty’s Drake for various reasons. Here’s the tune:
Stay safe driving home tomorrow so you can still wake up on Wednesday and call in to work stupid.
Many Irish myths and legends include mentions of hounds. The most famous involves the Celtic hero Cuchulainn (The Hound of Ulster) or (The Hound of Culann) who stroked a blacksmith’s Celtic hound with his bare hands. When Culann, the blacksmith asked who would now guard his shop the young Cuchulainn offered to take the dog’s place thus gaining himself the title of ‘The hound of Culann’. The offer was turned down and Cuchulainn went on to become one of the greatest warrior legends of that era, but the nickname stuck. Other famous Irish hounds were Bran and Seolan who belonged to the warrior, Fionn mac Cumhaill. The mother of Bran and Sceolan was Tuiren, and was Fionn Mac Cumhaill’s aunt, transformed into a hound by a fairy or Sidhe. [via]
Clever cover of cover of Paul Anka’s “Lonely Boy” by Mnozil Brass [via].
Since Sunday (tomorrow) is Saint Patrick’s Day, we might as well get into the spirits.
We Have No Heads!! Jeff Donohoe (Tin Whistle/Slapped-Bass/Vocals) and Mike Grimes (Guitar/Vocals). Playing unplugged (except for the Bass). Drinkin and pukin at Jeff’s place in Albuquerque NM on Feb. 25 2009.
The Fenians were a great bar band at The Harp, and I’m glad they’ve made it to bigger venues.
Dropkick Murphys featuring Liza Graves of Civet.
What a classic to wrap up The Saturday Matinee.
Scare off the bean sídhe and have a great weekend folks.
Tommy Makem & Liam Clancy singing “Mary Mack” at National Stadium, Dublin, February 1977.
The Fenians‘ “Token Whiskey Song.” We followed Terry Casey & Co. back when they were the house band at The Harp. Good peeps, all of ’em. (Their version of “Rattlin’ Bog” is one of my favorites because they added some verses.)
Gaelic Storm‘s Patrick Murphy tells the tale leading up to the classic Irish traditional song “The Night I Punched Russell Crowe In The Head.”
What’s St. Patrick’s Day without a Pogues vid? Dare you to figure out what Shane McGowan is, um, singing.
That should keep you set for a bit while I dodge out for some Harp Lager and Mulligan Stew. Have a great St. Patrick’s Day, see you back here first thing Sunday.
[Related posts here, and don’t miss the story behind Nell Flaherty’s Drake.]