This last week I was just cookin’ along minding my business when I suddenly found myself quite depressed. Was it the stifling heat? Well, that didn’t help… but that’s not something that usually makes me depressed. It took me days to figure it out, but after some soul-searching, and a well-timed poster adorning a London bus shelter, I found the answer. There it was, like a sad turd at the bottom of a punch bowl; another shitty, spoiled man was being lionized by people all around me, even people I know. Or think I know? The bus stop poster was a PSA against sexual harassment and shitty conduct. It read “Sexual Offenses and Harassment have Consequences” my brain immediately screamed “In what fucking universe!?”
The man in question had died (no, that was definitely not something I wished upon him) and several people reached out to me with condolences thinking we were friends, but the fact is I loathed him. I had almost managed to put it out of my mind, but then I made the mistake of going on social media earlier today, entirely by accident and now here I am; disgusted and pissed. The social media hell-scape I wandered onto was a gallery of proof that horrible men get away with everything. Every outpouring of “love” and “condolence” was a sharp, tetanus-y pin in the bottom of my foot. The men kissing his ass didn’t surprise me, but seeing the outpouring of love from women was downright shocking to me. I’m not sure why, as I already knew (and managed to suppress) when I would tell them about the things that happened to me and others, I would be met with the toilet refrain of “oh, well… he’s really sweet to me.” Yes, women are just as shit as men at listening to bad things that happen when it comes to famous or “attractive” men. And yeah, before you paint me with the monster brush, I do feel genuinely bad for his family, but it’s way down the list after other shit I feel. The first thing being a very specific flavor of life-long rage.
What did he do that was so bad you ask? Well, he was on a tour opening for the band I was in, and just when I thought that he and the other fellows were treating me like a fellow musician and even a friend, he thoroughly humiliated me by asking me to fuck the bass player in his band. I guess as some kind of favor?! I was mortified. I had thought the bass player in his band so kind, and I really thought we were becoming pals, and then he gets dude to proposition me? What the fuck?! He was treating me like some kind of groupie in my own fucking house! Big mistake. And the propositioner had that much faith in his own charm that he had the completely misguided balls to actually ask me. On a better day I’d have punched him in the throat and insisted they be removed from the rest of the tour, but I was genuinely hurt and utterly confused. I had, at that point in my life, just begun to be brave enough to even call myself a “musician,” (even if just on my tax returns) because I didn’t feel like I “deserved to.” Too much life conditioning that “girls can’t do shit good” had fucked me yet again. I just had to make it to the end of the tour. Puke.
The really sad part was, that at some later date in Los Angeles, I ran into said bass player with some of his bandmates. I flashed hot when I saw him. “Oh, hey _bass player name here_, I’m gonna fuck your stupid brains out,” I hissed very sarcastically, in front of everyone. I could tell by the look on his face that he had NO idea. His asshole bandmate had taken it upon himself, freelance, to “set up” his pal. I felt horrible, and of course I’m sure I lost a friend because of my venomous comment. I have never seen him since. I told people what happened. No one gave a shit.
The next action was just as disgusting if not more so. Near the end of the aforementioned tour a couple friends came to the show. One brought his 19 year old sister as a guest. Dude was all over her. Touching her body, hands and hair without asking and cooing “Oh god, isn’t she beautiful!? She’s so beautiful…” etc on and on. He wouldn’t stop. I don’t think he even knew her name. My friends and I were mortified and very uncomfortable. Everything was moving in slow motion. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I couldn’t tell what the sister thought. Since he was “famous” and/or “in a band” maybe she was flattered? She could have been screaming inside for all I knew. I had to go onstage. I could only trust that her brother would look after her? I don’t remember clearly what I was told happened with dude, and also it’s not my story to tell, BUT the gross part that happened in front of and was spoken TO ME is. Maybe she’s even adding her own “tribute” on Instagram. Whatever. But that night, watching him treat her like that sickened me.
See, men like that have class systems for the women they “know.” They spoil and flatter the women they NEED things from, business associates, press people etc. The “mother” part of the mother-whore complex… They consume the sex princesses like it’s some big favor they are handing out, as well as their basic right. Then there’s women like me, the underlings. We don’t need to be treated well or with basic respect. Men like that often confuse using their charm on us as “respect” at times, but we all know it’s just a big fat manipulation when it works and when it doesn’t. Just another fucking day at the fucking office.
Why do I need to write this? Rage, bitch. The “president” of my country is a pedofile rapist facing zero consequences, duh. Its essentially legal to rape a woman or a child in the United States. When Ryan Adams was busted for sexting an underage girl I was shocked anyone gave a shit! SO. MANY. PEOPLE helped him get away with being a fucking spoiled asshole for SO long. He treated people abominably for years. People in his solo band would let him abuse them on stage and literally come back for more. Fuck the Ryan Adams’ of the world! And FUCK THOSE MERCINARY FUCKS who hang around dicks like that for the proximity to a “famous” asshole, while insisting it was a “job.” You are star-fucker enablers! You knew who that guy was! Do you think I’m overreacting? Well, I’m used to being the person who says shit and is thought to be “overreacting.” Whether it be to a titty comment, public belittlement and racist tirade from Charlie Louvin, or me warning someone “not to be alone with that guy, he’s abusive,” or to literally stopping a creep from raping my passed out friend at a party. I “overreacted” to a 19 year old raping me when I was fourteen, so I guess I’m an expert overreacter as I started so young, right? I’m never going to shut up, because you see, the problem is not with me, but with a world of assholes unwilling to be BRAVE ENOUGH TO LISTEN, and stand up for what’s right.
And just remember, the guy who is willing to say shit out loud, even when no one believes them, is most likely THE ONLY person willing to put their body on the line FOR YOU. Men aren’t going to do it. So fucking value us.
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Today I’ve compiled some outstanding and odd musical recommendations for your 2024 Saint Patrick’s Day celebration.
I begin with a group of tunes I call “The Parting Glass.” 2023 was a devastating year in terms of losing so many wonderful Irish performers, most notably Sinead O’Connor and Shane MacGowan. The second group of clips, “The Green New Wave,” features several songs by some heralded up-and-comers, including Dubliners Lisa O’Neil and the group Lankum, both of whom I was fortunate to see in concert last year. Finally, no Saint Patrick’s Day playlist would be complete without a nod to Bob Dylan, whom we affectionately refer to in our subgroup of songs, “Clancy MacBob.”
Sláinte!
THE PARTING GLASS
We lost far too many beloved performers of Irish Music in recent years. In 2023, the deaths of Sinead O’Connor and Shane MacGowan hit their fans particularly hard.
Séamus Begley “Bruach Na Carraige Báine”
If I had to choose my favorite voice in all of traditional Irish music, it would belong to West Kerry farmer Seamus Begley, who passed away January 9, 2023. In this Sean-nós classic, Begley duets with another wonderful Irish singer, Mary Black.
In an interview with Irish radio RTÉ, American actor John C Reilly recalled spending time with Séamus in Dingle and playing music together in Los Angeles for an Irish Christmas show: “We struck up a great friendship. We had a direct connection as men and as musicians. He was just a legend of a man, it’s such a big loss … There’s something really moving about a gentle giant like that, when you hear the sweetness of a man like that who’s so strong. I think the last time I was on Seamus’ farm with him, he was literally hand lifting boulders.” Seek out Begley’s finest work, his 1996 album with guitarist Stephen Cooney titled Meitheal. Below I’ve included links to Begley’s passing and his concerts. • Ireland’s RTE on the death of Seamus Begley | Begley & Cooney in concert | Hairy and Squarey
Terry Hall and Sinead O’Connor “All Kinds of Everything”
It was so unexpected and tragic to lose both Terry Hall (December 18, 2022) and Sinead O’Connor (July 26, 2023) just a little over a year apart. This duet between the former leader of the Ska band “The Specials” and Ireland’s beloved warrior-daughter Sinead, was a remake of the 1979 pop hit “All Kinds of Everything”. Though it never hit the U.S charts, the original song was a massive hit in Europe for one Dana Rosemary Scallon, known at the time by her mononym stage name “Dana.” Some twenty years after recording the song, Scallon would run for President in Ireland. Her original version of “All Kinds of Everything” was featured in the 2011 film Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy. “Dana” aside, I really love Terry and Sinead’s remake. “There are lines here that if it said ‘copyright Leonard Cohen’ it would be called a work of genius,” Terry Hall said of the songs childlike lyric. In the video, Sinéad flashes a big, beautiful smile while Hall sings his first verse. (Sigh.) Rest in Peace.
Sinead O’Connor and Shane MacGowan “Haunted”
Originally written and recorded by The Pogues for 1986’s Sid & Nancy soundtrack, “Haunted” was rerecorded by Shane MacGowan as a duet with Sinéad. Haunted indeed – two brilliant Irish artists done too soon.
John Prine and Dolores Keane “It’s a Cheating Situation”
John Prine died of Covid on April 7, 2020 and it still hard to believe he’s gone. This track is from Prine’s masterpiece In Spite of Ourselves (1999) and features the amazing voice of Galway’s Dolores Keane. “It’s a Cheating Situation” was written by legendary Nashville songwriter Curly Putnam, who also wrote “He Stopped Loving Her Today” for George Jones. Prine had a home, and spent part of the year, living in Ireland with his beloved “Irish bride” Fiona. A favorite haunt of Prine’s was Green’s Bar in Kinvara, Galway. There he played with Irish musicians like Paul Brady, Declan O’Rourke and Sharon Shannon.
“He loved the simplicity of life among the artists, musicians, writers and poets in the small communities gathering in the pub and singing songs,” said Fiona Prine. “There is so much about it that he appreciated, you just don’t get that so much anymore in America. Ireland is a unique place; there’s nowhere else like it. I’d take him back to the village I’m from in Donegal, it reminded him of his early life in Kentucky.”
Rest in Peace, John Prine.
The Cranberries “Dreams”
It’s been over two decades since the Cranberries’ released their brilliant first album Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can’t We?, and five years since Dolores O’Riordan’s sudden death in 2019, yet listening to “Dreams” today is just as as exhilarating today as it was 25 years ago. I believe “Dreams” is as good as anything U2 ever recorded. The song experienced a rebirth when it began and ended the first season of Netfilx’ wonderful series Derry Girls. “I know I felt like this before. But now I’m feeling it even more.” RIP Dolores.
The Pogues “Dirty Old Town”
Ewan MacColl wrote his classic song “Dirty Old Town” in 1949 for a scene-change during one of his Theatre Workshop plays on the West end of London . Music critic John Leland later called the song, “a sparse melancholy reminiscence of love in an industrial sewer.”
Ewan MacColl’s daughter Kristy MacColl was best known for her duet with Shane MacGowan on the “Fairytale of New York” which became a perennial Christmas favorite. Kirsty died tragically in a boating accident in 2000.
This clip of “Dirty Ol Town” below is from The Pogues 1985 groundbreaking album Rum, Sodomy & the Lash.
Rest in Peace Ewan (1989), Kristy (December 18, 2000), and Shane MacGowan (November 30, 2023). Thanks for the music.
Seán Tyrell “Mattie”
I first heard Sean Tyrrell perform at the historic Guinness Fleadh at the Suffolk Downs race track in the summer of 1999. The headliners were Elvis Costello, Richard Thompson and the Chieftains, yet I left the festival most impressed by this singer/songwriter from Galway. The late Boston radio host of A Celtic Sojourn Brian O’Donovan, called Tyrrell a “singular presence in Irish music. Impossible to categorize.”
Seán Tyrrell died in October of 2021. On his passing, Ireland’s then-president Michael D. Higgins said “He was one of Ireland’s finest, most talented, original and creative troubadours.”
“Whenever I performed with him I always had a sense of his incorruptible integrity,” said Irish-American musician Martin Hayes. “He could never sell out and he never did.”
Actress Brenda Fricker summed up Seán Tyrrell when she said: “If you’re lucky, you come across a voice like Seán’s once in a lifetime. When he sings I feel alive.”
Rest in Peace Sean, and also Boston’s beloved radio host Brian O’Donovan (October 6, 2023).
Glen Hansard & Lisa O’Neil “Fairytale of New York”
The Pogues frontman and Irish punk rock icon, who died Nov. 30 at 65, was celebrated at Saint Mary of the Rosary Church in his hometown of Negagh in the Irish county of Tipperary.
Former members of the Pogues played traditional tune “The Parting Glass” as one of the final songs of the service, the BBC reported.
MacGowan’s widow, Victoria Mary Clarke, gave a eulogy for her late husband during the funeral, saying, “Toward the end he just told everybody how much he loved them.”
Glen Hansard and Lisa O’Neill performed “Fairytale of New York” as a reflection after Holy Communion.
THE GREEN NEW WAVE
“As Ireland reimagines itself, musicians including the singer Lisa O’Neill and the band Lankum are reimagining the island’s music with an ever-growing sense of pride”
– New York Times “What’s Driving a Fresh Wave of Irish Music? Tradition” 3/24/2023
Lisa O’Neil “Rock The Machine”
With a voice that sounds like it was discovered in a box of scratchy 78’s from a basement in Clare, Lisa O’Neil gave a brilliant concert a year ago at Newport, Rhode Island’s historic Colony House. Her vocals combine the dronish quality of Irish gypsy legend Margaret Barry, with a sprinkling of the otherwordly inflections of a Kate Bush. Her influences include Scot poet Ivor Cutler, early 1900’s union organizer Mary ‘Mother’ Jones and 13th-century Christian mystic Meister Eckhart.
Lankum “Hares on the Mountain”
A recent review in The Guardian described attending a Lankum show as more like an exorcism than a gig: “To be clear, no audience members are physically harmed tonight by Lankum’s mantric take on traditional Irish music – although the Dublin foursome’s often confrontational acoustics are part of their considerable appeal. It’s the songs that tell of murders (multiple) and suicides (at least two), of grief and dread. There are mutinies at sea (the traditional The New York Trader). On land, travails are rife, nowhere more so than on Rocky Road to Dublin. Lives blighted by addiction regularly stud the band’s set list, which mixes originals, covers and avant-garde rearrangements of folk songs.”
Lankum’s Radie Peat and Darragh Lynch put together this version of the traditional song “Hares on the Mountain” for This Ain’t No Disco, an Irish Music documentary series created by Dublin musician/filmmaker Myles O’Reilly.
Ye Vagabonds “Willy O Winsbury”
Gorgeous harmonies from Carlow-based brothers Diarmuid and Brían MacGloinn, who go by the name of “Ye Vagabonds.” Willie O Winsbury is a traditional Scottish ballad that dates from at least 1775, and is known under several other names, including “Farewell, Farewell” as recorded in 1969 by Fairport Convention with Sandy Denny on vocals.
Rufous Nightjar “I Was the Fool”
Branwen Kavanagh, Anna-Mieke Bishop and Zoé Basha met at a time described as “a golden wave of underground traditional and folk music in Dublin.” In 2018 the three Irsih gals travelled across Eastern Europe learning folk songs, and developed a beautiful harmonious dynamic and the officially formed Rufous Nightjar in 2020. I hear some Swingle Singers, some Roche sisters, and maybe even a wee bit of the 1950s harmony trio The Fleetwoods.
Love it!
Muireann Bradley “Delia”
Did this 18 yr-old country-blues prodigy learn this song from Rev Gary Davis or David Bromberg? Well, it sure as Hell wasn’t Bing Crosby. Muireann Bradley is a young blues, ragtime, roots and folk guitarist and singer based in Ballybofey in County Donegal Ireland. She’s listened to more Mississippi John Hurt than Tayor Swift. Keep an eye and ear on Muireann.
Brigid Mae Power “I’m Grateful”
Her bio informs that Brigid Mae Power spent her early years in London and moved to Galway at 12 years old, where she learned to play the button accordion before starting to sing and play piano as a teen. She spent some time living and gigging in New York in the late 2000s (recording an EP Live at Coughlan’s from her tour with the brilliant Chicagoan Ryley Walker.) The Guardian descibes Power as pocessing a “haunting voice that raises the everyday to a near-mystical realm.” Her original songs are often political with “Me Too” perspectives, yet she’ll throw in an insanely perfect cover of Slim Whitman’s “Rose Marie”. (hear that beauty here)
Clancy MacBob, aka Zimmy MacDylan
In his 2004 autobiography “Chronicles”, Bob Dylan wrote that he originally just wanted to write songs like the Clancy Brothers. “I got to be friends with Liam (Clancy) and began going after-hours to the White Horse Tavern on Hudson Street, which was mainly an Irish bar frequented mostly by guys from the old country. All through the night, they would sing drinking songs, country ballads, and rousing rebel songs that would lift the roof.” Filmmaker Todd Haynes explored the many personas of Bob Dylan in his 2007 film “I’m Not There.” Haynes could have included an Aran sweater-wearing character named Clancy MacBob.
“Farewell” (aka “The Leaving of Liverpool”)
The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem had an Irish Top 10 hit with “The Leaving of Liverpool” in 1964. Around the same time, Dylan renamed it, changed a few of the lyrics, and began performing it around Greenwich Village. The song has since been adapted by several artists, including The Pogues, and was featured on the Inside Llewyn Davis film soundtrack.
Sinéad Lohan “To Ramona”
One of the great Irish musical mysteries is the disappearance of fabulously talented singer-songwriter Sinéad Lohan. Sinéad made two beautiful albums of original songs (1995’s Who Do You Think I Am and 1998’s No Mermaid) and then retired to the south coast of Ireland to raise a family – never to be heard from again. Lohan’s original song “Out of the Woods” appeared on Nickel Creek’s debut LP. In this clip, Sinéad is accompanied here by Donal Lunny’s Coolfin band. The song “To Ramona” was originally recorded on Dylan’s fourth studio album, “Another Side of Bob Dylan” (1964). Come back to us, Sinéad …unless, of course, you’d rather not.
Luka Bloom “Make You Feel My Love”
Luka Bloom’s version of Dylan’s “Make You Feel My Love” is from the Irish singer/songwriter’s excellent 2000 collection of cover songs Keeper of the Flame. Adele had a massive hit with “Make You Feel My Love” in 2008, and the song’s also been covered by Neil Diamond, Boy George, Bryan Ferry, and Pink as well. Seek out Luka Bloom’s first two albums of original material Riverside (1990) and Acoustic Bicycle (1992) – both terrific.
Bob Dylan “Belle Isle”
Belle Isle is in County Fermanagh in Northern Ireland, on the edge of Lough Erne. That’s a long way from Hibbing, Minnesota and a lot closer to Van Morrison’s childhood home than Woody Guthrie’s. Love this Irish-inflected original from Dylan’s Self Portrait the tenth studio album released in 1970.
Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová “You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere”
Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová, those onscreen/offscreen lovers from the Irish indie film Once, perform this rollicking version of Dylan’s “You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere” from the 2007 bio/drama I’m Not There, directed by Todd Haynes. Haynes film had six different actors depicting different facets of Dylan’s public personas, including Cate Blanchett in curly wig and shades. (Blanchett was nominated for an Academy Award for what was called “the film’s most exquisitely spot-on Bob.”) Said director Haynes at the time, “The minute you try to grab hold of Dylan, he’s no longer where he was. He’s like a flame: If you try to hold him in your hand you’ll surely get burned.”
Lisa Hannigan – “Just like Tom Thumb’s blues”
I’ve always loved Dylan’s song “Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues,” and Dublin’s Lisa Hannigan has long been one of my favorite Irish singers. But I’m especially fond of this video because it was filmed in Dick Mac’s Bar in Dingle where 20 years ago, my wife photographed me and my nine-year-old daughter Caleigh in a snug sharing a pint of Guinness. We faked it, of course. Reasonably sure of that. Check out Lisa Hannigan recordings Sea Sew (2009) and Passenger (2012). Love her.