Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Tuesday, 21 April 2009

Friends, Romans, countrymen; Lend me your guitars




Cool idea here pointed out to be my Bock.

David Irwin is looking for all you generous guitarists out there to lend the tools of your trade to the Hunt Museum for a month.

I'd lend mine but I fear that after a few days in Canada, I may have to start busking for food. Either that or prostituting myself out and I don't even know if I still fit into the heels and hotpants anymore.

Here's a word from David


Players and others:An urgent call to guitarists in the Mid-West of Ireland.You may not be aware of the huge number of classic, vintage, rare, and beautiful axes lying unappreciated in private collections.

Everybody knows someone who has squirrelled away a tasty Martin parlour guitar, or a Cherry 335 dot, or a genuine pre-CBS Strat, or a peculiar lute thing from Eastern Europe. Isn't it a shame that these works of art are rarely seen or appreciated?

What if we had a chance to display them?A special exhibition of guitars will take place in the Hunt Museum very soon for which we are actively seeking exhibits.

We are interested in all types of guitar (acoustic, electric, pedal-steel, bass, resonator, nylon, 12-string) as well as other interesting fretted string instruments (lute, mandola, bouzouki, cittern, etc).

Do you have an interesting piece in your collection?

Can you spare it for a month or so?

Do you know someone else who might?

If you wish to help and would like your guitar to be considered for inclusion, please send me details of your guitar (make, model, year) and a photograph if possible.

Each exhibit will be accompanied by descriptive text, acknowledging the lender and explaining the more interesting features of the design.

David Irwin

0863702376

www.davidirwin.com/guitars/

In association with The Hunt Museumand supported by RTÉ lyric fm

PLEASE FORWARD THIS TO OTHER MUSICIANS

Monday, 6 April 2009

Skip-dwelling Toilet Duck-drinker


I bought an album by The Pogues over the weekend.

I used to have their greatest hits in college and would often listen to it when we were drinking in Corrib Village or trying to impress exchange students with how incredibly Oirish we were.

Foolishly, I lent it to a friend who lost the CD and, being a student, he couldn't afford to buy me a new one. If you're reading this now Jack, I hear the pay is decent for teachers (especially if you consider what their hourly rate adds up to) so feel free to pay your dues whenever the mood takes you.

Unpaid debts aside, it was a joy to renew my relationship with Shane and the lads over the weekend. For someone who looks like he has spent most of his life in a skip, drinking Toilet Duck, McGowan has (had?) an amazing talent for putting together some genuinely touching lyrics.

This line from A rainy night in Soho one is one of my favourites;


'I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the first time
I never think about the last'