The Song Room, 16 July

The Song Room enjoyed its second outing tonight in its new home in The Globe on South Great Georges Street. The player-managers of the weekly singer/songwriter night, Brian Brody and Hamlet Sweeney, were joined on the bill by three other acts: Farrell Spence, Lisa McLaughlin and Max Greenwood.

Farrell Spence opened the evening with a beautiful set of songs that gently drew the crowd into her tales of growing up in Canada. Despite having only been in Ireland for two weeks, Farrell has obviously been busy networking and described meeting John Spillane in her chosen home of Cork: “you’re that singer from that far away land” was his suitably poetic introduction. I found this delightful animation, done by a company called 9mm film, to one of John’s songs, ‘We’re going sailing’.

Augmenting Ms Spence’s open-tuned guitar with perfectly-judged accompaniment on a second acoustic guitar was Eoin Regan. Farrell’s debut album, A Town Called Hell, has found great critical acclaim and can be bought on iTunes and CD Baby. I’m very glad of this, as she left before I could get a copy off her! If you like your music in the room and your heart in your mouth, get thee to The Cobblestone on 9 August.

She played: ‘A town called hell’; ‘I drink’ (by Mary Gauthier); ‘Boys like you and girls like me’; ‘Wayfaring stranger’; ‘You can sleep on my floor’.

Next up was Brian Brody and harp player Junshi Murakami. The pair met through the Grafton Street busking scene, surely one of the most interesting (and romanticised) in the world, and tonight may be the last time they play together. We listened with appreciation as the duo played the dynamic arrangements they’d crafted together: ‘Before I dream’, ‘Rise’, ‘Carousel’, a new song called (for the time being) ‘Forbidden love’. They finished with Brian’s amazing rendition of Tom Waits’s heart-wrenching ballad ‘Martha’. The way Brian makes the song his own really is a treat and is certainly one of my personal highlights of the Song Room series so far.

Hamlet and I played next, starting with the ballsy ‘I am a man’ – a song I’m really looking forward to working on with a band. It has a great swagger. I switched to clarinet for crowd favourites ‘The Una Molloy hangover song’ and ‘Boogie man’. Last week we debuted the dirty skank version of ‘El Capitane’ – featuring the rather nice Organ 2 sound on the P-200 – and it went down well again this week. Another one that’ll be great fun with a band. ‘Buy this song’ followed with its tongue in cheek humour and then ‘Mr Slim’. We finished the set with ‘Sunshine’, a song which is becoming more apt as this dismal summer rolls on…

A singer who I was impressed by last time she played the Song Room, Lisa McLaughlin, played next with her versatile guitarist Anthony Gibney. Lisa has a great voice and has a great collection of songs, from which she treated us to the following: ‘Fiddly song’; ‘Lucky seven’; ‘Strange but true’; ‘Hey you, I like your jumper’; ‘These days’; ‘Bubble’. Two of these in particular, ‘Lucky seven’ and ‘These days’ have really great choruses and made me wish I could hear them with a full band arrangement, especially some big harmonies!

The night was (this week and last) unfortunately plagued with gremlins in the sound system. Hopefully this can be ironed out by next week (not least for the slightly selfish reason that I’m doing a solo set!).

The thing that’s often noticeable about songwriters who accompany themselves on piano (rather than the guitar often synonymous with the title) is that the songs they write tend to have more interesting harmony. Max Greenwood reminded me of this with his virtuosic set. Variously calling to mind Bruce Hornsby, Randy Newman, Paul McCartney (especially with his final number, ‘The long goodbye’) and Aqualung, Max served up some of the tracks from his self-released debut album, ‘In The Blood’. I bought a copy from him – Brian Brody was full of praise for it – and am very impressed indeed. Again, you can buy it on iTunes or from his website. A few of the songs resonated with me in their dealing with some of the searching questions of purpose which seem to arise in the third decade of life and Max conjures some beautiful images while providing endlessly delightful piano, supplemented by a tight band that obviously understand the jazzy sound he’s after. It was apparently quite rare for him to play a gig on his own, so I count it a privilege to have heard him play the songs raw for us at The Song Room. (There’s a solo version of ‘In the blood’ and the marvellously kinetic ‘Frozen still’, recorded live on RTE radio, on Max’s MySpace site.)

If tonight is in any way indicative of the kind of roster we might expect from this Wednesday soiree, then I am looking forward with glee to what’s to follow in subsequent weeks.

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virtual busking

I’ve started a new page on the site, ‘Any requests…?’, up there at the top right. The idea is that people (you?) might send in a request for a song you would like me to record and I’ll put it up on the page. I sent a note to my fans on Facebook (all two dozen of them – legends every one 🙂 – follow the Facebook link on the left and become one today!) and got a couple of interesting songs suggested within a day or two. Please keep the ideas coming and let me know what you think of the ones I’ve already posted. Don’t worry about being critical: I have to approve the comments before they appear on the site anyway!

If you do like the songs then please consider throwing some virtual coins into my virtual PayPal guitar case. If you don’t want to do that then please tell your friends about the site, link to it on your blog, your Facebook site etc.

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Never a dull moment…

I sometimes look back on my diaries from my student days (sadly only appointment diaries: I’m not a memoir person…yet) and marvel at the sheer variety of things I used to do. Well, since beginning life as a freelancer, it sometimes feels quite similar and my diary for this weekend was pleasingly mottled with some interesting engagements.

So, on Saturday, Jen and I (along with Margaret O’Shea, a fellow New Dublin Voice, and her friend John Wade) went in to a TV studio to take part as backing vocalists in the broadcast of a music segment for a show. I hadn’t done this kind of work before and it was good fun and actually pretty challenging.  The song was a track called ‘The way old friends do’. I didn’t know the song before – it’s an old ABBA number – and my opinion about the song has fluctuated wildly in the short time of my acquaintance with it. I just watched a video of ABBA singing it and it’s rather poignant watching them perform together.

This morning I played keyboard at the service in St George and St Thomas (Church of Ireland) church on Cathal Brugha Street. The regular organist was away and I agreed to dep(utise) for him although, not being an organist, I used the church’s Roland keyboard. I grew up in the Church of Ireland, in fact the minister of St George and St Thomas was coincidentally a curate at my church in the North when I was a teenager. I enjoyed the warm hospitality of the people and the familiar liturgy. We sang ‘Great is thy faithfulness’ at the end of the service and, despite being few in number, the congregation made a joyful noise!

gig at Urban Soul (1jul08)

I’m just back from playing at Urban Soul, a new event for teenagers that sees them working on community projects in some of the less salubrious areas of Dublin in the daytimes and coming together to reflect and chill out in the evenings. The night ends with a kind of a talkshow/café gig and I was asked to play tonight, their first night.

I did a half-hour set, a mix of my own songs and covers:

I’ve linked to different videos of the covers there. Check out the Guillemots and Bon Iver ones – they’re from a French site called La Blogotheque which features interesting performances by bands on their ‘take-away shows’. The Coldplay one is a couple of guys I found on YouTube doing a great job of covering this, the cracking title track from the band’s latest album; it’s really lodged itself in my head. Apparently it’s the first Billboard Hot 100 #1 by a British rock band since EMF’s ‘Unbelieveable’ in 1991. Good old Wikipedia, eh?!

warming up the pipes

The triennial Pipeworks festival is in full flow at the moment – the Great is coupled to the pedals and all the stops are out (or something). I don’t really know a huge amount about the pipe organ but what little knowledge I do possess leaves me in awe of really good organists. I’ve had the privilege of witnessing a number of really excellent players – usually it’s difficult to actually see what’s going on because they’re up in the organ loft, obscured from the vision of those below. (I just had a random image of Superman III – you know the big computer they build to take over the world? Now I’m not saying that such megalomaniacal tendencies are lying dormant just below the surface of organ designers/players but just compare…)

The picture on the left is the magnificent organ at St Giles cathedral in Edinburgh (city of my alma mater) and the image on the right is, of course, the aforementioned supercomputer from Superman III.

Anyway, there are lots of chances left to experience the rare pleasure that is the skilful and artful manipulation of the manuals, stops and pedals of a top-class pipe organ. This year is also the centenary of the birth of Olivier Messiaen, perhaps the most important composer of organ music of the twentieth century. A synchronicity of cosmic proportions such as this should not be overlooked. Here’s what’s available for your listening pleasure:

tonight (thurs 26jun) 9pm Saint Patrick’s cathedral: David Leigh plays Messiaen’s Livre de Saint-Sacrement

fri 27jun

  • 1.15pm St Mary’s pro-cathedral: David Leigh plays Messiaen’s Les corps glorieux
  • 8pm National Concert Hall: symphony orchestra plays Messiaen’s L’Ascension, Poulenc’s Organ Concerto (with soloist Thomas Trotter), and Faure’s Requiem (with the choirs of St Pat’s and St Mary’s). This is a hugely talented bunch of musicians gathering to play really fantastic music.

sat 28jun

  • 3pm City Hall: New Dublin Voices and three other choirs do a concert in the opulent surroundings (and lovely acoustic) of the city hall, at the top of Parliament Street. Each choir will do some music on their own and we’re also going to be joining together to sing some pieces. It’s free, so please come along and delight your eardrums for as long as you feel like 🙂

sun 29jun

  • 5pm Saint Patrick’s cathedral: the festival finale; “…the presentation of a Vespers in seventeenth century Lutheran manner. With massed choral forces, brass accompaniment and the glorious acoustic of Ireland’s largest cathedral, this event promises a rousing conclusion to the festival.” We’re singing at this, too. The Lutheran church in its hey-day was the absolute bees knees in terms of music and spectacle. Songs of Praise just doesn’t cut it compared to this! If the stones of the world’s cathedrals could talk, they’d ask for this kind of church service. Come along and rejoice with the stones of St Pat’s as they get a proper pampering session!

more info (prices, telephone booking numbers etc.) can be found at the Pipeworks website

When to say when

I subscribe to a blog called Freelance Switch which offers advice for people who work for themselves. If this is something that interests you, I recommend it. A recent article by Mark Dugas on the subject of saying ‘no’ struck a chord with me: I’m terrible at turning stuff down. This last year has been a learning curve for me and, while being discerning about jobs is something that will always be difficult, I found this article (and the comments people left about it) very applicable.

Guillemots at The Academy, 12 June

I first heard the Guillemots when I bought The Sunday Times ‘Best songs of 2006’ compilation on iTunes – such a good idea, it’s a shame they didn’t do it again for 2007. sepia fyfeThe single We’re here was included in the collection and it grew on me with its interesting chord changes, wistful lyrics (“…the world is our dancefloor now – remind me how to dance again…?”) and Fyfe Dangerfield’s soaring vocals.

Here’s what they played:

Made up love song #43, Clarion, Through the windowpane, Falling out of reach, Last kiss, Standing on the last star, Words, Don’t look down, If the world ends, Get over it, We’re here, Kriss kross … Trains to Brazil, Sao Paulo.

I promised myself at the beginning of the year that I’d go to more gigs and have pretty much failed to go to *any* since then! This week marks the end of the drought, I hope. While I enjoyed the gig, I did think it was just too loud. It started to go downhill sonically during Don’t look down, where the second half of the song – on the album an interesting piece of programming that nods towards the band’s shared love of Bjork – became a noise fest. I realise it must be difficult to reproduce something live that is so crafted but I felt a bit short-changed by the reliance on noise. The single, Get over it, suffered from a similar dependence on noise; drummer Greig Stewart fairly melts the drums! and the kitchen sink

The last song of the set, the epic Sao Paulo saw every member of the crew on stage at the end brandishing a percussion instrument – Fyfe bashing a bin lid!bin lid I don’t know if they do this at every gig (this was the last night of their tour, so it may have been we’re-going-home exuberance) but it was just way too much and, for me, spoiled the night.

One thing I do like about seeing bands live is that it adds a visual element to your subsequent listening, for example there’s a great guitar riff in Clarion that really stood out when guitarist MC Lord Magrao played it in the gig – I hadn’t really noticed it on the recording but now I love that song because of my enjoying it so much at the gig. Thankfully it takes a lot more for a band to put us off a recording by doing a bad performance…

Another visual highlight was When the world ends, which was lovely. Magrao played some atmospheric bird/dolphin type sounds high up on the guitar as the others laid down a rolling 6/8 groove; shafts of light shifted on the stage giving it an undersea appearance which set the tone for more wistful lyricism.

we\'re here

We’re here was performed in a stripped down, slower solo version by Fyfe, playing a lovely big guitar with f-holes. good night

Radiohead at Malahide (6 June)

I travelled to the gig by DART, arriving a bit late due to faffing and dozing in the afternoon. As I sat in solitary silence on Dublin’s coastal train, practising my commuter nonchalance, I had a nagging feeling that I recognised the lady sitting diagonally opposite me. She was with her teenage daughter – who sported some coolly functional wellies – and a tall American guy with model good looks. The three of them chatted away: the girl voicing her concerns about how next year in school the pressure would be on to decide what she wanted to do and she wasn’t sure; the guy had been on some photo shoot that day; the girl was surprised at how far Malahide was…I caught a few more moments of shut-eye as we made our way to the end of the line. I lost them when we arrived in Malahide – greeted by a shower of rain – but, somewhere between the station and the arena it dawned on me that the lady was none other than Ali Hewson, wife of Bono, and the girl who I’d been sitting beside for the past half an hour was her eldest, Jordan. I did catch up to them just as we came within earshot of the arena.

All I need. This opened the set; I really like the piano clusters. A rainbow had appeared in the sky and, when I noticed the tall American guy noticing it, I remarked “that’s quite a trick to pull off: actually doing the concert *in* a *rainbow*!”. He looked a little taken aback at the weirdness of the stranger he’d awkwardly shared knee space with suddenly reappearing with lame witticism at his side. Jordan laughed, though, and I walked on ahead.

Anyway, the concert. I got to the arena, having compliantly handed over my plastic bottle top to the security people, as Radiohead struck up the next number.

There there. I’d arrived in my spot – to the right of the sound desk – by the end of the song.

The stage was flanked by huge screens, there was a long screen on the wall behind the band, and
the whole stage was hung with long light tubes.

Airbag.

“Hi, we’re Radiohead, pleased to meet you. Did anyone see the rainbow? That’s happening every night, you know.”

Bangers and mash. Thom played a second drum kit on this song that I haven’t got but recognised. Maybe they played it on the Scotch Mist film they released at the new year? I don’t remember.

15 step. This is an absolute cracker of a song, my favourite from the new album. I bought a t-shirt (made from between 3-6 recycled plastic bottles, apparently) with one of the lines from this song on it: You used to be alright. What happened?

Nude. Beautiful. The climbing vocal lines at the end of this song and the way the music just disappears like a vapour trail in a blue sky…

…a metaphor that the band might not appreciate, given their commitment to green issues on this tour. It made all the more poignant the steady flow of aeroplanes taking off from the airport that sailed by in the left of my vision all night.

Pyramid song. Thom took to the piano and Jonny Greenwood played his guitar with a bow for this song that delights the musician in me with its easily flowing rhythm that floats between the beats of the bar like a spirit.

“Cool beans. Thanks very much everyone. How’s it going? This is one we’ve got back into for a number of reasons…can’t remember what they are…”

Optimistic.

“Right, let’s see what happens now.”

Weird fishes / Arpeggi. A great example of Radiohead’s being at the top of their game as a band – the interplay of the various parts, the solid, logical, interesting harmonic movement, the effortless melody and the spot-on harmonies of Ed O’Brien. The lights were beautiful in this song – little beads hovering in the middle of each of the tubes, creating a gentle, oceanic swell.

<recorded> “I think the point Scarrie(?) is trying to make there is that this is euro time, and that goes for me…” (sounded like Colin Farrell to me, was it off the radio?)

The national anthem. The song they opened with when I first saw them back in Belfast in September 2001 – I still remember the feeling! Thom sang the horn parts.

<recorded> “…heart of darkness…Italians…” (didn’t catch it all)

Idioteque.

Reckoner.

House of cards.

Everything in its right place. The Tibetan flag-draped electric piano was brought to the front of the stage for this one.

Faust arp. Just Thom and Jonny on acoustics for this one.

Bodysnatchers.

Videotape. During the intro for this – Thom on piano – some people in the front must’ve tried to quiet chattering fans, because Thom said “Yeah, shush, this is serious business”. A song in the same kind of vein as Pyramid Song, I think, with the poignantly sad visions of heaven in both.

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The gloaming. I was at the merchandise stand for this song, being skipped in the queue by a skinny Northern girl who was asking the merchandiser if they did extra small t-shirts.

You and whose army. Thom sang this into the close-up camera, to great effect.

Myxomatosis. Powerful, all-over-the-road riff; “…my thoughts are misguided, I’m a little naive, I twitch and I salivate like with myxomatosis…”. Great song live.

My iron lung.

How to disappear completely. They kind of have to sing this in Ireland, what with the “…I float down the Liffey…” line. It did get a huge cheer and is, after all, apt to finish a gig with.

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Super collider. Thom played this new song, which had an interesting, shifting piano part, by himself.

Just. Brilliant – I love the climbing tension towards the chorus with its sheer release and the excellent guitar parts (which sounded a *little* bit as if the guys had played them every night for the last generation…but who am I to judge!).

Paranoid android. This is a tough vocal line that, after an entire evening’s belting, Thom didn’t quite nail. The vocals for the entire night sat clearly on top of the mix, which is one of the best I’ve heard.

“Nighty night”.

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