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I think he did find what he was looking for, Jimmy: used notes - in bulk.
I just hope Bono and The Wedge don't show up in the latest tranche of Epstein transcripts.
Epstein, a Jewish name: like Brian, who managed The Beatles, an amazing British pop band from the 1960s.
Decades before Liam and Noel's eyebrows began to spout.
Arguably, Johnny Marr wouldn't have 'found' his sound and style hadn't James Honeyman-Scott already covered that ground. Which in turn suggests that Oasis' signature sound wouldn't have grown wings either. Often cast aside as just another fad, The Pretenders and Chrissie Hynde - who's now a great-grandmother type age, left behind a trail of classic tunes, each in their own unique style, that have weathered the years gracefully and become diamonds in the rough.
Like this one from 1980.
The Pretenders: 'Talk Of The Town'
I just hope Bono and The Wedge don't show up in the latest tranche of Epstein transcripts.
Epstein, a Jewish name: like Brian, who managed The Beatles, an amazing British pop band from the 1960s.
Decades before Liam and Noel's eyebrows began to spout.
Arguably, Johnny Marr wouldn't have 'found' his sound and style hadn't James Honeyman-Scott already covered that ground. Which in turn suggests that Oasis' signature sound wouldn't have grown wings either. Often cast aside as just another fad, The Pretenders and Chrissie Hynde - who's now a great-grandmother type age, left behind a trail of classic tunes, each in their own unique style, that have weathered the years gracefully and become diamonds in the rough.
Like this one from 1980.
The Pretenders: 'Talk Of The Town'
Yeah, there's a fair bit coming out now, isn't there
I think Bono probably only shags women (Adult Human Females). As many as he can behind the Sweetest Thing's back
Mowl
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It doesn't work like that in the real world, Jimmy.
Men in a position like Bono's know they're better off telling the wife everything up front, and then giving herself the same rights to find comfort and/or fun where she likes, without judgement or question. If you think for even a minute that global names like Bono and The Wedge spoof their way across multiple liaisons, and get away with it - then you're even dumber than I thought.
For example: back when I lived in Beggar's Bush, I had a visitor one Sunday morning: her name is/was Aisling Evans, and she was The Wedege's first wife. Her best pal, a Spanish/Irish girl from Ballsbridge, had a massive crush on me after hiring me into redesign her busy little restaurant just off Baggot Street. She couldn't talk to me or look at me without flooping out and I thought it very sweet and cute.
Anyway, she knew my favourite flowers were white lilies, so she bough a few dozen of them and asked Aisling to swing by the cottage and deliver them to me this one Sunday morning in a long hot Dublin summer. I didn't know who Aisling was until my then manager told me. He owned the cottage but only used it for storing his stuff. I got free rent for simply keeping the house warm and occupied. When he said that that was Wedge's wife, I laughed. But she was very sweet and girly, I served her tea and we sat by the front door in the sunshine, and talked about Dublin. She was thrilled to find I was from Ballyfermot, as she and her pal presumed I was from some posh neighbourhood and had attended some private school.
But the lilies were beautiful: they hadn't opened when I got them but by the time they did, I'd be in like Flynn already.
That's how the showbiz world operates, Jimmy.
Years on the road taught me all these things - and more.
How else do you think I ended up bouncing say, Camilla Henemark?
She has two enormous profiles: one in music, fashion, and modelling, and the other in politics.
She also had a long term boyfriend, but that didn't stop her taking me home.
These people don't take risks, you idiot - they make choices.
Choices based on an entirely different life view than the one you think exists at their level.
And by theirs, I of course mean mine too.
Mowl
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Your taste in music hasn't improved with age, has it, Jimmy?
I mean, don't you get bored listening to the same handful of same-the-same songs over and over again?
What with me having a few dozen lilies delivered to my house one morning by The Edge's wife, and Bono helping me one St Patrick's Day at the parade along Dame Street to get my kick-drum up over the heads of the crowd so I could cross the road and get to my show at The Globe, and then Larry spotting me late one night in the Spar shop on Dame street - only meters away from the spot where Bono helped me get the drum aloft - asking me how the hell I had his old cymbal case (I got it from his buddy Wayne Sheehy when he signed a deal with Zildjian to endorse their cymbals) in my hands and me telling him the story before he and his wife hopped back into their taxi, you must feel like a little teenage girl when it comes to your love for Bono and his crappy songs? Pissy yella knickers and sweaty armpits ago-go?
Jeez, you are one boring little cunt, aren't you?
Cactus World News (ft Wayne Sheehy): 'Years Later'
I mean, don't you get bored listening to the same handful of same-the-same songs over and over again?
What with me having a few dozen lilies delivered to my house one morning by The Edge's wife, and Bono helping me one St Patrick's Day at the parade along Dame Street to get my kick-drum up over the heads of the crowd so I could cross the road and get to my show at The Globe, and then Larry spotting me late one night in the Spar shop on Dame street - only meters away from the spot where Bono helped me get the drum aloft - asking me how the hell I had his old cymbal case (I got it from his buddy Wayne Sheehy when he signed a deal with Zildjian to endorse their cymbals) in my hands and me telling him the story before he and his wife hopped back into their taxi, you must feel like a little teenage girl when it comes to your love for Bono and his crappy songs? Pissy yella knickers and sweaty armpits ago-go?
Jeez, you are one boring little cunt, aren't you?
Cactus World News (ft Wayne Sheehy): 'Years Later'
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'No one really cares about "'originality'" in music' Jambo: 12.07.2024
Here's U2's cover version of an original idea by John Lennon of The Beatles - a band Oasis micmicked rather well on their last greatest hits tour of the world's football stadiums. Shortly after the tour ended, moved into a new secluded mansion, likely shouting 'Liam and Noel Gallagher vibes in the area! Ticket sales vibes in the area! I'm here against my will in the area! I'm only in it for the money, you dopey fuckers in the area!' as the delivery trucks loaded with his drugs and furniture rolled up past the outdoor swimming pool.
This version features Steve Wickham on violin. You may have heard the story, and it's true: Steve passed The Edge by on Westmoreland Street at a bus stop one day, and they got to chatting. Steve said he needed some violin on one of their songs and that he was the man to do it. Edge agreed, he'd heard In Tua Nua's stuff and they were on the U2 label 'Mother Records' along with a younger Hothouse Flowers among some others. So Steve gets the call, shows up and does a couple of takes and then leaves.
This was the end result:
U2: 'Sunday Bloody Sunday' ft Steve Wickham
So: why do I mention Stevie? Well, when Stevie was starting out, long before In Tua Nua, he played with Ballyfermot band 'Chess' who were a quartet of Ballyer's best players at the time who were doing something similar to what Moving Hearts were also doing: revising Irish traditional music and bringing it to a younger audience. Myself and my now deceased buddy Terry-Lee had a band of our own, and we used the same room in the local girl's convent school to rehearse and write in. But Chess were way ahead of us and we hung out at their sessions rolling spliffs in return for crash-course lessons in how to get things done.
Stevie never forgot me, and when he joined The Waterboys and they lost their long-term drummer Kevin Wilkinson to suicide, I was among those that got the call when the band were ready to pick up where they left off after his death. Fran Breen was the hottest contender for the job and I was a fan of his and went to all sorts of bills he played on. I had the weekend slot with the boys from Friday evening through to Sunday evening. Fran had done the few days before me and was there collecting his gear when I arrived. I asked him for any tips he might have and he steered me right and the lads and I had a fun few days which I was admittedly kind of confused by, because they seemed to have morphed into a country and western band for some reason. The 'Big Music' thing wasn't a factor any more, and I'm not exactly challenged by two-step rhythms, so I got pretty bored fairly fast.
But the fact that I'd gotten the audition and was kept on the books for several weeks while they figured out what they were actually going to do next was enough to boost my profile so I grabbed everything I could that wasn't nailed down and built a reputation for myself that got the phone hopping with offers. So I'm grateful to Stevie, and said so when he invited me over to listen to a few tracks they'd been working on with Fran over in Galway. By then he married and lived in a flat around the corner from me in Portobello. Among others was the track in the next post, which sounded to me a bit more like their previous stuff. But when I heard 'A Bang On The Ear' and some fairly jaded auld tat based ont WB Yeats's poetry, I knew I dodged a bullet and was happy that Fran got the gig - I was way too young anyway, and I guess they took that into account.
These weren't Fran's drums I was hearing - these were Kevin Wilkinson's. They'd started writing these tracks while Karl Wallinger was still aboard and before Kevin topped himself, possibly because he hated country music even more than I do - I don't know. But anyway - keep telling yourself that 'nobody cares about ''originality'' in music any more' you dumb and bovine little twat.
That's what creates the yawning chasm in knowledge about music between you and I.
Here's U2's cover version of an original idea by John Lennon of The Beatles - a band Oasis micmicked rather well on their last greatest hits tour of the world's football stadiums. Shortly after the tour ended, moved into a new secluded mansion, likely shouting 'Liam and Noel Gallagher vibes in the area! Ticket sales vibes in the area! I'm here against my will in the area! I'm only in it for the money, you dopey fuckers in the area!' as the delivery trucks loaded with his drugs and furniture rolled up past the outdoor swimming pool.
This version features Steve Wickham on violin. You may have heard the story, and it's true: Steve passed The Edge by on Westmoreland Street at a bus stop one day, and they got to chatting. Steve said he needed some violin on one of their songs and that he was the man to do it. Edge agreed, he'd heard In Tua Nua's stuff and they were on the U2 label 'Mother Records' along with a younger Hothouse Flowers among some others. So Steve gets the call, shows up and does a couple of takes and then leaves.
This was the end result:
U2: 'Sunday Bloody Sunday' ft Steve Wickham
So: why do I mention Stevie? Well, when Stevie was starting out, long before In Tua Nua, he played with Ballyfermot band 'Chess' who were a quartet of Ballyer's best players at the time who were doing something similar to what Moving Hearts were also doing: revising Irish traditional music and bringing it to a younger audience. Myself and my now deceased buddy Terry-Lee had a band of our own, and we used the same room in the local girl's convent school to rehearse and write in. But Chess were way ahead of us and we hung out at their sessions rolling spliffs in return for crash-course lessons in how to get things done.
Stevie never forgot me, and when he joined The Waterboys and they lost their long-term drummer Kevin Wilkinson to suicide, I was among those that got the call when the band were ready to pick up where they left off after his death. Fran Breen was the hottest contender for the job and I was a fan of his and went to all sorts of bills he played on. I had the weekend slot with the boys from Friday evening through to Sunday evening. Fran had done the few days before me and was there collecting his gear when I arrived. I asked him for any tips he might have and he steered me right and the lads and I had a fun few days which I was admittedly kind of confused by, because they seemed to have morphed into a country and western band for some reason. The 'Big Music' thing wasn't a factor any more, and I'm not exactly challenged by two-step rhythms, so I got pretty bored fairly fast.
But the fact that I'd gotten the audition and was kept on the books for several weeks while they figured out what they were actually going to do next was enough to boost my profile so I grabbed everything I could that wasn't nailed down and built a reputation for myself that got the phone hopping with offers. So I'm grateful to Stevie, and said so when he invited me over to listen to a few tracks they'd been working on with Fran over in Galway. By then he married and lived in a flat around the corner from me in Portobello. Among others was the track in the next post, which sounded to me a bit more like their previous stuff. But when I heard 'A Bang On The Ear' and some fairly jaded auld tat based ont WB Yeats's poetry, I knew I dodged a bullet and was happy that Fran got the gig - I was way too young anyway, and I guess they took that into account.
These weren't Fran's drums I was hearing - these were Kevin Wilkinson's. They'd started writing these tracks while Karl Wallinger was still aboard and before Kevin topped himself, possibly because he hated country music even more than I do - I don't know. But anyway - keep telling yourself that 'nobody cares about ''originality'' in music any more' you dumb and bovine little twat.
That's what creates the yawning chasm in knowledge about music between you and I.