Showing posts with label Irish spirit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Irish spirit. Show all posts

Monday, January 30, 2012

A NIGHT IN THE HEART OF ENNIS






The Irish Times - Monday, January 30, 2012

ROSITA BOLAND

Paddy Ryan and John Cahir of St Michael's Villas, Ennis, having a pint in Fawl's pub

Has nightlife died in Irish towns? Not if a recent Friday night in Co Clare is anything to go by. Retailers, restaurateurs and revellers on O’Connell Street, Ennis explain how life goes on
8PM 
It’s a Friday night in mid-January in Ennis, population 24,000, and O’Connell Street is busy. The narrow, curved street, lined with period buildings, is defined at one end by a distinctive commemorative pillar topped with a statue of Daniel O’Connell, who was declared an MP for Clare here in an 1828 by-election.
A rough tally of premises on the street comes in at 77, not counting those above street level. They include six bars, a hotel, six phone shops, two groceries, four shoe-shops, two florists, 12 clothes shops, a charity shop, two jewellers, two newsagents, two travel agents, a Milano, two fast-food restaurants, a camera shop, a bakery, a bookies, a Euroworld discount shop, a Boots, six vacant premises, and the entrance to a shopping centre, anchored by Dunnes Stores, that was built in the early 1990s.
A steady line of cars slowly navigates the one-way street, which is so narrow that there are scarcely three steps from one side to the other, and motorists are usually forced to crawl along to accommodate the jay-walking pedestrians who treat the street as if it is traffic-free.
Jo Walsh is on her way to dinner in Brogan’s bar and restaurant with friends visiting from Dublin, Fiona and John Power. They’ve booked a table and reckon on spending at least €100 tonight between them. “I love the fact this is still a proper street and not a mall,” Fiona Power says. “It has atmosphere.”

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Monday, November 7, 2011

IRISH CHATTER



A runaway success

The Irish Times - Monday, November 7, 2011



Madeleine Peyroux's abiding fascination with the retro sound comes from her admiration for women such as Billie Holiday who were 'pioneers of their style'

ALAN O'RIORDAN
ON HER first night after moving to Paris, a 13-year-old Madeleine Peyroux set out with a friend from her mother's apartment near Père Lachaise cemetery and walked south through the city, across the Seine and towards the Boulevard Saint-Germain.
What was she looking for? She doesn't know, she says, more than 20 years and six albums later, but what she found that night on the Left Bank changed her life.
"We saw these musicians performing and some of them were phenomenal. It was a new and exciting discovery. There was one group I later ended up joining, with amps, and wacky instruments that fascinated me."
She came back the next night, looking for the same music, and was directed by a hash dealer to the Cafe Mazet, where the buskers would gather because the barman could always be relied upon to change money for them. The Mazet is still there, next to the pretty arcade of the Cours du Commerce Saint-Andre, but these days it's a British-theme pub, flying the Cross of St George under its obligatory Guinness sign. Such are the streets around the Latin Quarter nowadays, but they retain their charm for Peyroux and hold dear memories.
Soon, she was passing the hat for one of the busking groups. A few years later, she was singing with the Lost Wandering Jazz and Blues Band on the streets and in the clubs of Paris. She dropped out of school, but had a musical education that has made her the artist she is today: with a voice like an ethereal Billie Holiday, steeped in blues and folk jazz.
"I was brought up with early jazz and blues," says Peyroux, who was born in Athens, Georgia, to parents she describes as hippies, and moved to Paris with her mother when they divorced. "But with the band I was introduced to artists like Bessie Smith and I got a huge education when it comes to blues, ironically not while in the States."
Peyroux's repertoire has grown from her first album, Dreamland , in 1996, which showcased a young singer unafraid to make standards her own, to her emergence as a songwriter on later albums, mixing interpretations with her own, usually melancholy, meditations. Her hallmark jazz-folk style has broadened its musical palette, too, over the years. Of course, it's always been a smooth blend, and for a certain type of music fan, Peyroux will always be damned with faint praise for her crossover appeal and placed, with her millions in sales, alongside Norah Jones.
Yet, she is more interesting than she's given credit for – witness the backward-looking reinventions of songs such as La Javanais on her 2009 album Bare Bones , a Serge Gainsbourg number written for Juliette Greco in the 1960s but transported back a couple of decades by Peyroux, with added delicacy and poignancy. Ditto her version of Leonard Cohen's Dance Me to the End of Love , which makes a 1980s classic sound like it was first sung in a smoke-filled 1930s jazz club.
Peyroux's abiding fascination with a retro sound comes from her admiration for women like Holiday who were "pioneers of their style". For her, these artists are "not as straightforward and traditional as we maybe have come to believe. When I go back to those early songs, I see they are more complex not just musically, but in their story, in their drama."
Peyroux doesn't hesitate to call her songs pop, but she aims to bring to them the broader perspective of folk. She instances her 2009 song Our Lady of Pigalle , about a Paris streetwalker, as an example of how she tries to capture that "personalised, emotional complaint you find in pop but also give an individual, emotional voice to social commentary".
So, is there something of the left-wing bohemian still lurking in this successful, world-touring artist? "Well," she says, "I'm not excited about going out busking now. I am mature – by which I mean I'm tired! But I am still looking for that special place, where we can be bohemian and survive. I think in that life in Paris we did fall into that make-your-own-way-of-life philosophy, and I wish I could find that again. I still look for it."
It's tempting to wonder if she'll find it in Ireland, but she's already searched the place. Her grandfather came from Co Clare and Peyroux has traced his footsteps. She even carries an Irish passport. Martin Malone was her grandfather's name, she says, and in the 1920s he went Awol from the British army to catch a ship to New York. There's a little laugh: "He was the only person who seemed proud when I ran away from school."

Madeleine Peyroux plays the National Concert Hall, Dublin, on Tuesday. See nch.ie



Tuesday, August 16, 2011

MOVING ON




 As I write to friends all over the world, I often marvel at how things have changed. It's not unusual for people to be born in one country, then move to several, maybe with family, then move again, from one place to the next, as they follow various careers.

Like most in Australia, I come from a family of immigrants... few of us don't. My Greek grandfather left the village of Potamos in Kythera, in 1904 to try his hand in a new country. He had been a farmer and a guard at the Greek palace.. here he started out as so many before him, as a kitchen hand in restaurants owned by fellow Greeks. He went into partnership with his cousin, also from Kythera and had a cafe in Bellingen, previously having been in Grafton.

I wish I could ask him why he then decided to go back to farming, this time in Whiporee, near Casino... then Aberdeen, then to Urunga, where he farmed for the rest of his years. My grandmother grew cotton and spun it, then wove it, before also leaving Kythera and coming to join her husband.Their children became farmers, cafe owners, soldiers, truck owner/drivers, worked on the railway, hoteliers, small business owners... then came the grandchildren...

Occupations changed. Here we have bank tellers, businessmen, a geologist, teachers, university lecturer, small business owners, cosmetician, media promotions director, transport operator, lawyer, timber importer, company representatives, managers, with partners as lawyer, travel agent, theatre manager, chemist, medical representative, small business owners, developers, property managers... I'm sure to have missed some. The great grandchildren have become lawyers, public relations directors, company owners, health insurance representative, computer security, engineers, and various other careers along the way...

So many have travelled overseas, most for pleasure, many to Greece and other countries, some for business... to all parts of the globe... None of this is unusual for families today, but if we could chat a while to our ancestors, what would they think of all this? Do mothers feel any different today as they wave their loved ones 'farewell' than mothers of long ago? At least today, we have communication previously unheard of... we can email, or pick up a phone... We can sit in our homes and see the person we are talking to in 'real time' via webcam. We can send them videos via the internet; photos, not needing film, can be sent via email or uploaded to the web, then family and friends invited to see them... at their leisure. The miles fade away as instant communication keeps families in touch...

As I picture my grandfather's family seeing their son leave for a virtually unknown country, I can feel their heartache... knowing that in all probability they would never see them again... was it any different for my maternal grandmother's Irish parents? They, too, watched their family leave for Australia, America, New Zealand, Canada.

Though both families were filled with hope, that their children would never have to endure the hardships they had in their native lands, the tears of the mother still rolled down a quivering lip; the firm handshake or hug of the father lasted just a little longer, while they tried so hard to keep their emotions confined and hearts still break a little more with each goodbye.


Crissouli (c) 

Sunday, August 7, 2011

What is the IRISH SPIRIT....?



It is having one potato and a pot of water, and being grateful that you now have two things, a meal AND soup!

It is having  a soul that is blessed for simply being alive...

It is having the ability to laugh whatever the situation, for if all 
life hands you is a bag of manure, you just know there has to be a horse around somewhere...

It is feeling the music within you, when all around is quiet and still...

It is having such a strong feeling of belonging, simply by hearing an 
Irish name, the beautiful lilting voices, or any reference, no matter 
how insignificant, to the Emerald Isle...

It is never being lost for words...and being able to write/talk for 
ever, so I will leave it there save for one last thought...

It is feeling welcomed and being welcoming to all who pass your way, 
whether it be by your side, or by the written word that unites the 
spirit from all over the globe.

Crissouli (c)

(part Irish by blood, full Irish by soul)