Lumpy Von Talbot
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That one was actually written by a regular visitor to Ireland and even a few times at my Mam's old club - the awesome Jim Page. He and Christy became friends and traded songs, they'd often meet in The Hunting Lodge (now The 79er in Ballyfermot - rough auld shop that) and jam together and trade songs. When Christy brought the song in for the initial sessions for Moving Hearts, the boys jumped on it and turned Jim's simple ballad into a tour-de-force Irish traditional three minute opera of the rage of the day about nuclear power, CND, the protests at Carnsore Point and the British nuclear power station just a few miles east on the southern English coast, spewing shit into the channel that was destroying whole sea fields of fishing areas.
That was the late 70's blossoming into the early 80's and political protest and songs of conscience were de riguer. Elvis Costello's 'Tramp The Dirt Down' (be still my bleeding heart - what a fucking cracker that is) and Moving Hearts version of Page's song were hot radio items. Red Wedge members like Weller started writing more political material, even including 'That's Entertainment'. Which wasn't presented as a tune about hard times: it was a damning fuck you to Thatcher from some fairly heavyweight entertainers. The type who, when they got together and put their minds to it, changed the local view on nuclear power and wrote songs about not just life's general myseries, but also government policy, poll taxes, the race question, the miner's strike, Brotosh Leyland going under, Then himself, Mr De Lorean - even faster and under a mountain range of coke and deception. I still love that guy. The legacy of hundreds of years of collonialism and a British youth who wanted nothing to do with being blamed for their ancestor's actions across the entire world. They reflected the mood of the day for some very hard times all across Ireland: mass unemployment, rife alcoholism, homelessness and the soup kitchens, the Troubles fucking all our lives up living just a hour's drive from the border - stilled manned by snipers at that time, covered in barbed wire and turrets, heavy gang tactics from security going up into the North - same shit from our own guards on the way back home. Remember the Peace Train and Nell McCafferty and all the working class Irish ladies who had enough of thirteen kid families and wanted family planning - fuck the church. So they all took the train up and loaded up on condoms and pills Then set off back to Dublin with the Northern security waving them through into the Republic where they were stopped by An Garda who went through their bags lloking to siexe all of their booty. They were told where to shove their laws, the ladies numbered in the hundreds, the coppers in twos and threes.
The pills made it to their destination: the front pews of next Sunday Mass.
Fuck your bible, you rapey fucking cunts - then it all snowballed.
So don't try to tell me music can't move mountains.
It was an entirely horrid time in Irish history, yet still one celebrated in so many rebel songs.
Jim Page's version of 'Hiroshima/Nagasaki' was just voice and guitar. He also wrote another great one about the Americans installing The Shah Of Iran. I'll look for it later, but it's one of those songs that initially seemed okay for broadcast, until some bleeding heart took offence and had it de-listed from RTE national radio. Hard to find at all these days. Yet they played Hiroshima/Nagasaki multiple times a day on RTE, and those lyrics were even sharper. But that's Ireland for you - the church still had the veto on pretty much everything media-wise. Nothing, fuck all - got past those old toads.
This instrumental was the high point of most Moving Hearts gigs - and rightly so: the pipes were forged in heaven:
Mighty stuff, that.
threatens to turn into jazz at times. Deadly