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Mowl
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Ah, yes: the Irish way of doing things:
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They want to spend another €20m on new uniforms that they KNOW are too light for Irish winter, but they'll spend it anyway.
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They know the water is full of all sorts of toxins but they'll tell you to drink it anyway (after paying the highest charges in the entire EU zone).
The Irish: thank fuck they live on an island.
'We are just a little cold': Gardaà say new uniform is leaving them cool under the collar
The gardaà will spend €20 million over a five year programme.
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They want to spend another €20m on new uniforms that they KNOW are too light for Irish winter, but they'll spend it anyway.
EPA says water is safe to drink in supplies affected by elevated levels of toxic chemicals
Some studies have suggested a link between long term exposure to THMs and cancer and reproductive effects.
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They know the water is full of all sorts of toxins but they'll tell you to drink it anyway (after paying the highest charges in the entire EU zone).
The Irish: thank fuck they live on an island.
Lumpy Von Talbot
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Why would they be cold? It isn't as if they are on foot patrol anywhere in the winter. They will be cruising along in a garda car with the heating on. If they aren't in a heated station.
Val and his homoerotic fantasies 
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Time for a new chat thread for general banter for public consumption. Whatever is on your mind but it must not be problematic for the site. Anyone that abuses that or is abusive to others will just be removed. Thank you and off we go.
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Mowl
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I see that Athy/Helen/engineer/O'Connor/Rachel/Kildare/Letters/Community/Centres/Sandyford/Rory/Daithi/Ballyfermot's been roused into action.
You can always tell when Marianne's walked in on Declan with his legs up the bedroom wall wanking furiously and his five necks constricted by his wide open mouth as he tries to swallow his own semen.
You can always tell when Marianne's walked in on Declan with his legs up the bedroom wall wanking furiously and his five necks constricted by his wide open mouth as he tries to swallow his own semen.
He's now on about Rory something or the other.
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No, Mandy - that'd be you. Your fat skank of a mother has fucked more sailors than all of the torpedoes at the disposal of the U-boat fleet during WW2 combined.
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Only in America...... :) https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/world/lego-stops-police-from-using-toy-heads-to-hide-suspects-identities/ar-BB1kuvzI
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US Politics.
Only in America...... :) https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/world/lego-stops-police-from-using-toy-heads-to-hide-suspects-identities/ar-BB1kuvzI
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No, Mandy - that'd be you. Your fat skank of a mother has fucked more sailors than all of the torpedoes at the disposal of the U-boat fleet during WW2 combined.
Mowl
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Every jazz club around the world has a few characters like Louis. These guys are at every show, they have all the finger-clicking hip-swaying antics down to a T. The lads at Juttutupa in Hakaniemi run a Wednesday night club and admission is always free for jazz aficionados. Then there's the stragglers who come along with jazz fans and they sit there nodding along while trying to figure out what the fuck's going on.
I love it when smaller line-ups like trios and quartets go for the bebop style (which herself calls noodles) of total improvisation based on free jazz theory. Free jazz is one of the rarer forms and one few can truly master. In free style, there are no limits bar the key you start in. Once you resolve your parts to a figurative 'head' in the track, then it's plain sailing for the guys onstage but something of a conundrum for those not versed in jazz theory. One of my personal favourites in free style for drums is Anssi Nykanen, the single most recorded drummer in all of Finland. He's as much a comedian as a genius in that he takes the piss every chance he gets. Plus, he looks like he's just come in from ten years on top of the mountains, living wild and letting his beard take over most of his physical existence.
Another is this guy: Joonas Riipa. With his trio 'Plop!' the three young guns of the upcoming academy players usually prefer to take the piss out of themselves with cheeky quazi-punk rock finger-flips to the rule book. Though he's on drums, Joonas is very much the band leader and arranger. Ville on bass is another up and coming junior and a guy I meet regularly on the scene.
Here's a short documentary about Plop! and their jazz noodlings:
Mowl
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Oh, jeez - that's a tough one.
When I still lived there (and for a time afterwards) JJ Smyth's was a great venue. Gigs every night: jazz, blues, progressive, etc. Then there's Bruxelles on harry Street where the Phil Lynott statue stands. Another great scene was in the bar just a way up from the Olympia Theatre: a family-named pub (escapes me at the moment) with a basement that had great acoustics.
QVII was my gig, every Friday and Saturday nights, basement room next to the private salon for gourmet foods, it started heating up around eleven when the kitchen closed. Pretty much anyone and everyone who was in town ended up there. I jammed Van and Georgie Fame, Richie Buckley on sax, and his brother Hugh on guitar. Tori Amos too, she's quite a piano player. Jerome Rimson on bass (he was Van's bassist for years in the 1970s, then he joined us in Bird with Shelley Bukspan) who played with Shiela E and loads more. Colm 'Red' O'Sullivan on concert flute. Conor O'Farrell-Brady on guitar. Paul Bushnell on bass (he's currently out with Tim McGraw - stadium tour, these shots were taken last night in Vancouver:
That's Papa Bush on the far left playing his 5-string Fender Jazz.
You'd know him better as the producer of The Commitments soundtrack. I didn't get hired for it (Bush got the gig directly from Alan Parker and chose Eamon Flynn and Conor O'Farrell-Brady (our pianist and guitarist respectively from Bird - which stalled us for eighteen months) and used Fran Breen on drums. I got paid for the use of a few of my vintage snare drums for various tracks. Money for nothing.
Crazy really: Conor made records with Toots and The Maytals, Terence Trent Darby, loads more people. Eamonn got the gig with Michael Franti's 'Spearhead' and did Folsom Prison on the same stage as Johnny Cash. Eamo also got roped in by Zigaboo Modeliste ) of The Meters) and did some recordings with Evelyn 'Champagne' King back in the noughties. This lady:
I loved that track. My sisters brought it home and I often jammed along on headphones. The groove is sick.
But yeah: the current scene in Dublin is a mystery to me. There are so many bars from back in the day now closed and loads more have opened. I've been off the scene so long but one definitely worthy booking is the Cork Jazz Festival. You get bands from around the world playing all day every for three days and it's mostly free. The bigger stages and bigger names will of course charge when playing bigger venues, but the pub scene alone offers you endless choice. It used to be a Guinness event, but I don't know if that's still the case.
Drop a few names like Conor Guilfoyle, Hughie Buckley, The Buckley Dynasty, Ben Prevo, or Bree Harris - you can't go wrong with any of them.
Or save up and hit Cork at the end of summer - it's a fucking circus during the jazz weekender - I've played it several times.
Jazz is a genre of music I wouldn't mind getting into. How would Dublin clubs compare to those of London or Paris? I know they're popular among Parisians for one.
Interesting how the Catholic Church in Ireland condemned Jazz music starting back in the 1920s, considering it to be a malign influence and a gateway for evil spirits to corrupt the minds of good, innocent, mass-going Christians.
Interesting how the Catholic Church in Ireland condemned Jazz music starting back in the 1920s, considering it to be a malign influence and a gateway for evil spirits to corrupt the minds of good, innocent, mass-going Christians.
Sorry.Oh, and if K Kangal and/or @roc_abilly could pass the message on to him (he says that he doesn't read this site) I'd appreciate it
I'm avoiding any interaction with him.
When he deletes my posts with a huge essay about "quality" then posts unattributed screenshots rather than actual links, it confirms he's just oblivious to how he presents himself. I think it's his autism.
Mowl
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It's a slightly more intellectual scene peopled by all sorts of characters.
Most have great stories to tell, but some corner you and bend your ears waffling about jazz.
It doesn't even rate - totally NOT on the same scale as either of those cities.
The Irish jazz scene is, and always has been , a tight-knit group of players and followers.
Small town deal.
There are clubs every fucking night across all the continental capitals. Even Helsinki's on the global jazz map, but not Dublin, or even Ireland as a whole.
Most people have that same reaction and always from the same type of arseholes: they don't understand it - it's too out there for them to actually 'get' what's going on. The sheer nature of free jazz and jazz improvisation was terrifying to the Catholic church, not just in Ireland but across the pond too, where many household names of today were black-balled and the church always opposed them performing in town: names like Miles Davis for his druggy lifestyle, John Coltrane - who was a junkie (not by choice, the medication he needed for a condition he had was too expensive for him to buy, so he used heroin and morphine instead - then became addicted) so it was easy for the moralists to harangue him and keep him down.
But they did the same to rock and pop musicians.
They even did it to that one lady from Ballyer who did an erotic show for the men every Sunday afternoon in The Hunting Lodge in upper Ballyer (now called the 79er - a madhouse). She had massive jugs and her husband lost his job, so she did her erotic dances for cash money in the local pub. The church-goers were scandalized (Jambo - tell us again all about how liberal Ireland was in 1984 - you thick cunt) but the drinking men had a blast. The local church tried to get it shut down but then the wives decided they wanted to see what their men were up to.
It was a sort of sexual awakening/rebellion that had the men asking why their wives weren't doing dances for them, so a member's club was formed where Toni (the exotic dancer) showed the women of Ballyer how to seduce their men with some frilly smalls and hips and tits. Scandal. Shock. Horror. You still couldn't buy condoms or contraception pills in the Ieland of the time (you stupid fucking cunt, Jambo) nor was there any porn shops. Men caught bringing porn into Ireland were arrested, publicly shamed with a court case and mention in the newspaper, and the skin rags and dildos taken off them.
Toni kept her act up as long as she could, she even met Jane Mansfield (the buxom Hollywood star) when she came to do her erotic show somewhere down in Kerry in the late 1960s. The church had the hotel hosting the show closed down and her show cancelled. But by then the tickets were all sold out, and as soon as she got off the plane she got back on it and left, horrified at being pigeon-holed as a sex worker. She put on a show, a curvy, sexy, singalong show that scandalized the priests and sisters who thought it was corrupt and seedy.
Of course they'd have to have seen it to know - so you can work that one out yourself.
But back to jazz: weed has always been associated with jazz, and of course all the players needed their baggies and so the local bookers and agents had to be able to tell them that they'd have what they need because they weren't going to risk taking weed into Ireland with them. Same with booze, same with pills and powders, same with fucking everything - they wanted it all shut down.
And Irish people just sat there and let them, you stupid fucking slavs.
Anything to do with drugs and rock and roll was to be banned, at any cost.
Same shit that's costing you millions every year in lost revenue by outlawing weed for personal - not medical - reasons. Coppers up and down the country, customs men in the ports and airports, all searching and x-raying everything that came/comes into the country instead of legalizing it, letting people make up their own minds, and licensing outlets for those who choose to use.
In fact, the jazz scene is a million miles away from all that. Take players like the globally renowned and respected Louis Stewart from Dublin? After his wife died he fell apart. he didn't know how to take care of himself: launder, cook, plan, budget, etc, so the guys on the jazz scene stepped in and Colm 'Red' O'Sullivan took him into his Mam's house to live while they tried to figure out what to do for him. Louis just played all day every day, he didn't care about anything else and Red often had to force feed him to keep him healthy. Red's a mad fucker these days, but back when he was jamming with us in QVII he wore his three-piece blue pinstripe confirmation suit every night religiously. He was polite, self-deprecating, meek, humble, shy, and very hard to talk to. Once he took Louis in he blossomed and the pair of them played off each other all day every day.
Colm went on to become Ireland's most in-demand flautist.
He's still around, last I heard.
Declan's kidding no one. The first thing that fat cunt does every morning (after stuffing his fat face with whole boxes of corn flakes) is take a peek to see if Mowl's said anything nice about him. He's mortified at the way I revealed his real self to you all, so he tries to act aloof and indifferent.
He's about as aloof and indifferent as $1,390 is to Xenforo.
Even after I pulled his curtains down, he's still spoofing like a shitty-knickered child.
He's a laughing stock - old news, an aged and useless old fart near death's door - thankfully.
A walking fucking heart attack.
Electricity
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We tried that, the dealers burnt them down, then the government outlawed them