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MY FAVE 5 TRIBUTES, LIVE ALBUMS AND BOX SETS 2024... SO FAR

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  1. THE WATERBOYS - 1985

Six discs of different versions, radio sessions, cover versions etc that reveal The Waterboys to be creative superior to U2 in 1985. 

 

2. PAUL McCARTNEY & WINGS - ONE HAND CLAPPING

50 years to get to hear the entire live concert in the studio for a do documentary. Wings’ best line up or close to it. Brilliant.

 

3. DEACON BLUE - PEACE WILL COME

The extra disc of acoustic songs and covers on the You Can Have It All anthology at last arrived separate from the other £80 priced album package. For Record Store Day and on vinyl. Essential.

 

4. TRÚ - LIVE IN BELFAST

Like the gig they did at 4 Corners Festival, the harmonies arp you viscerally in love.

 

5. PETTY COUNTRY: A Country Music Celebration Of Tom Petty 

From Chris Stapleton, to Dolly Parton to Steve Earle, Willie Nelson and Margo Price we get these great Tom Petty songs. Not enough twists and tweaks though Rhiannon Giddens throws Don’t Come Around Here into other spheres. A great car journey playlist.


MY FAVOURITE DOZEN RECORDS OF 2024 SO FAR

Bright Circumstances

 

  1. BLUE ROSE CODE - BEAUTIFUL CIRCUMSTANCE

My discovery of the year so far. Edinburgh songwriter Ross Wilson loves Hibs and God which is perfect with me. A spirit of Hothouse Flowers about them too. I am smitten!

READ MY FULL REVIEW HERE

 

2. BONNY LIGHT HORSEMEN -  KEEP ME ON YOUR MIND/SEE ME FREE

Big favourites of mine just now and they even relocated to a pub in west Cork to record this. Anais Mitchell's voice is a wow and there's a gentle wee under the felt folk groove. 

 

3. T BONE BURNETT - THE OTHER SIDE

T Bone with a rare excursion out from behind the production and soundtrack chairs to create maybe his most accessible record. 

READ MY FULL REVIEW HERE

 

4. BRIAN HOUSTON - BELFAST TROUBADOUR

As I listen I feel I am listening to something from the 1940s and 50s but with a grace note of instrumentation or vocal woosh it’s almost futuristic at the very same time.

READ MY REVIEW HERE

 

5. MARTYN JOSEPH - THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO SAY

A near companion piece to the brilliant 1960 album, our Welshman is on a career high.

READ MY FULL REVIEW HERE

 

6. DANA MASTERS - REAL GOOD MOOD

What a voice?! Belfast's Mahalia with a collection of perfectly set songs penned with Cian Boyland. Boyland's piano adds to the wonder and mood!

READ MY FULL REVIEW HERE

 

7. CONCHÚR WHITE - SWIRLING VIOLETS

A Portadown lands his debut album on Bella Union. Nice. The album is more than nice. This is a great collection of songs adding drama with lo fi ambient experimentation. 

 

8. DEA MATRONA - FOR YOUR SINS

From busking in Belfast's Cornmarket as teenagers these young Downpatrick ladies are rocking and riffing it.

 

9. THE PEARLFISHERS - MIXED TAPES FOR GIRLS

That pop 60s sound that Davie Scott has beautiful captured asking me if all those very many tapes were a chat up line. Please no!

READ MY FULL REVIEW HERE

 

10. BEN GLOVER - AND THE SUN BREAKS THROUGH THE SKY

Glenarm's most famous musical son sings songs of leaving or coming home. As always it is rather excellent.

READ MY FULL REVIEW HERE

 

11. CARA DILLON - COMING HOME

As done during Covid, poems about home in Dungiven set to music and also in book form with amazing photos.

READ MY FULL REVIEW HERE

 

12. THE BREEZE - THIN PLACES

If the sixties Laurel Canyon had been set in Lurgan Armagh not Los Angeles then The Beach Boys and Neil Young might have sounded like this. 

 

 

 


MY LONGEST DAY

Driving in Uganda

(This is my Pause For Thought on BBC Radio 2 on June 25th 2024... The them for the week was My Longest Day)

 

I was asking the bus driver, “How long til we get there” like I did when I was little kid. Where I was brought up in Northern Ireland the furthest you had to drive was about 30 minutes. 30 minutes to the beach. 30 minutes to the big city. On this my longest day we’d been going 10 hours and still not there.

It wouldn’t have been so bad had the two days before not been my second and third longest days. Bus to Dublin airport and then flying to Kampala via Amsterdam and Kigali took a day. 

The next day the white know-it-all Irishman (that’d be me) refused to waken the team early which meant our bus left for Gulu during rush hour and therefore added two hours to a 10 hour bus journey near the end of which the bus driver said to me, “I think they have moved Gulu. The last time I drove here I was there by now.” 

Now, here we go yet again. Third day, my longest day, still driving. We are heading to Arua right up by the north west of Uganda. Our church had funded a school building and we were going to see it. We were excited but in this my longest day I was getting weary. It was made worse by my thought that my mate’s church built a school too. Just one hour’s drive from Kampala.

So a couple of hours into this third long day I texted the CEO of the organisation we were with - “WHY SO FAR?”

Ten hours later and I wept as we entered Arua. Relief. Tiredness. BUT also that we were here where we had been dreaming and praying about for years.

The next morning we arrived at the school and 350 pupils came out to meet us. Someone said ‘the children were so excited that they could carry the bus’. The smiles. The laughter. The joy. Within hours we falling in love with children like Jacqueline and Rachel and Jonathan and Timo. 

That evening I texted the CEO back and thanked him for sending us here. These children deserved an education as much as those just one hour from Kampala did. In a world where ability is evenly distributed but opportunities are not I was honoured and thrilled to have this partnership with these children. My Longest Day led to a hopeful end and I have travelled that road so many times since!


AN EVENING WITH OVER THE RHINE - Fitzroy, BELFAST - 21.6.24

OTR GS 2

photo: George Sproule

 

There was a moment right in the middle of Over The Rhine’s concert in Fitzroy. It might be exactly when George clicked the photograph above. I closed my eyes and they took me somewhere. I whispered inwardly, “Don’t ever stop”. 

There was something in these songs, in Karin Berquist’s voice, in Linford Detweiler’s piano playing, in their blend of voices and guitars playing off one another. It is like a soul salve. Heavenly.

After Linford told us that they had graduated college some 35 years ago both majoring in classical music, I started to listen for the classical in the duo’s classic songwriting style. It sneaks in.

And don’t think that their lyrics are cosy sentimental words about the sweet by and by. The songs that Over The Rhine write and sing are songs that confess vulnerability and brokenness that is first of all personal but then has its impact on the broken world that results.

With a 35 year career a review could be much more about the songs that they left out than the ones on tonight’s set list. What you can tell, if you’ve seen these guys twice on not much more than 6 months, is that they dig deep to keep us remembering songs we might have forgotten. 

Tonight we get the first song that Karin wrote for the band, Cast Me Away from ’Til We Have Faces a nod to Belfast’s own CS Lewis. It was also good to hear, from the same record, Like A Radio and indeed tonight we get two songs from 2001’s Films For Radio and no less than three from 2007’s Trumpet Child.

Alongside this we hear two hymns from a brand new record Hymn Time In The Land Of Abandon. Linford compared himself with Johnny Cash and Elvis Presley in being nurtured spiritually but also musically. The Love Of God being an old George Beverley Shea song would not be as well known here. The same with How Can I Keep From Singing more known as a protest song through covers by Pete Seeger and Bruce Springsteen in recent times.

There are new songs too, teasing us particularly with After All and Nothing that we will now sit back and wait on with the next album.

As we were in the middle of it and as I looked back over tonight’s gig or the kind of people packed into Fitzroy I realised that one song describes the work and fans of Over The Rhine. All My Favourite People is a profound spiritual statement:

 

“All my friends are part saint and part sinner

We lean on each other

Try to rise above

 

We’re not afraid to admit that we’re all still beginners

We’re all late bloomers

When it comes to love

All my favourite people are broken

Believe me

My heart should know

 

Orphaned believers, sceptical dreamers

Step forward

You can stay right here

You don’t have to go.”

 

The music underneath such words and Karin’s tonality as she delivers, enveloped in Linford’s piano playing helps you believe and sense some love and belonging even in your brokenness. 

It’s more than just a set list of songs!


STING LIVE AT BELSONIC, BELFAST 19.6.24

Sting GS

photo: George Sproule

 

After an explosive set by Blondie, Sting wanders onto stage with a guitarist and drummer riffing his old band’s Voices Inside My Head. The last time I had been to a Sting gig was in the King’s Hall 1986 and he had a stageful of jazz players. As I expected them to appear at any minute, the three piece kicked into Message In a Bottle. I suddenly realised to my surprise that this was is.

What confidence. To take on an open air crowd with just the help of a guitarist and drummer. Not only that but that second song up is maybe his biggest hit. Where will this one go. Well, with Dominic Miller on guitar and Chris Maas (Mumford & Sons, Maggie Rogers) on drums and a life time’s body of work like Gordon Sumner’s and it proves easy and most wonderful.

Tonight is about the songs which seems right as this is the My Songs Tour. If I was being critical I would say My Early Songs as we get nothing off Sting’s last two rock albums. The most recent song is Never Coming Home from 2003. Having said that there is nothing off his first solo album but then that bigger band might be needed for that. 

What we do get though is classic. Englishman In New York, Fields Of Gold, If I Ever Lose My Faith In You, Why Should I Cry For You and the stupendous Shape Of My Heart. With the best sound I have ever experienced at an out door gig these were all very tasty indeed.

There was a fascinating moment near the end when a much younger man that me, that we were standing with, was predicted the encore song. This man had already said that he was too young to remember the Blondie songs tonight but intriguingly I realised that that encore he predicted, Roxanne, was older than most of the Blondie hits! 

This is what Sting does so well. In and around his finest solo moments he has all these Police songs, both on record and live. Tonight we get Every Little Things She Does, Driven To Tears, Walking On The Moon, So Lonely, King of Pain as well as those already mentioned. The biggest sing song is on Every Breath You Take.

Us in Fitzroy are always trying to conjure another evening performing and unpacking the songs of the famous. Might we get a lead for The Gospel According To Sting (there is a book after all). Well, a few songs in he tells that he’s not religious BUT he loves reading the Bible and here is a song based on 2 Samuel 11. It’s David’s obsession with Bathsheba. It’s Mad About You. Noted!

Another that would feature in such a night is Sting’s closer. After daring to hold us in the outdoors with a three piece, he goes completely solo and sitting on a stool dedicates Fragile to Belfast. Fragile indeed but what a song about our shared humanity and our universal wonder yet vulnerability.

Wow. We walked home up the Lagan with songs still ringing in our ears, thoughts buzzin’ round our heads and hope in our hearts. 


RORY THROWS AWAY US OPEN - IN 2011 I FEARED DAYS LIKE THESE

Rory 2

Rory! Rory! Rory! So sad. I was gutted. I can only imagine how you feel.

I was sure that it was Rory’s year. On the 69th tee of the 124th US Open Rory McIlroy is 2 shots clear. Bryan Dechambeau is struggling. Play it canny Rory and this is yours. I was thinking that he just might get the monkey off his back but I was so nervous.

Three bogeys, two of them by missing 3 foot putts and Rory throws it away yet again. 

Doug Sanders is famous for missing a 3 foot putt on the last green to beat Jack Nicklaus in the 1970 British Open. He lost after a play off. Well, Doug can rest in peace. Rory did it twice in 4 holes, not having missed a 3 foot put all season.    

I have been watching golf for 50 years and I have never known anyone like Rory. To be playing like one of the best natural golfer in the world yet not able to close out the big ones and some of the littler ones. Nicklaus didn’t do it. Tiger didn’t do it. Only Rory.

I use the names of Jack Nicklaus and Tiger Woods intentionally. After Rory won his first second Major in 2012 he made it clear that he was no longer playing for money but for records. He had his sights on Nicklaus’s 18 Major wins and when he picked up two more in 2014 it looked like that was very much on. 

No Majors since. Oh many will remind me he has been world number 1, Player of The Year a few times and won 40 tournaments across the world - 26 of those in the USPGA Tour. BUT… that is not what Rory was playing for.

As the commentators floundered in disbelief at his collapse in this US Open my mind went back to that 2011 Masters when he blew a 4 shot third round lead with a mental collapse on the back 9 in the final day. That evening my alarm bells rang loud. Rory was the most naturally talented golfer on the planet BUT did he have the head. I feared then that there would be days like the 2024 US Open.

The head is so important. In sport confidence pulses from it. Resilience too. When a tee shot goes astray can you refocus? Too often Rory highlights his biggest weakness. He has head melts. It actually costs him almost every week. Some weeks I watch and feel deeply sorry for him travelling home knowing that he blew yet another win. Sometimes before he even begins. Remember the opening hole at Portrush in the 2019 Open?!

So… why? Well I wonder about his leaving school too early. Rory didn’t need to stay at school. He was so unbelievably talented that he knew he’d never need A levels. He would manage financially.

It was a short sighted and flawed error. The mental side of sport is so much a part of it. Watch the footballers Guardiola and Klopp sign and you will see that as well as talented they are very strong mentally.

Golfers spend time in the gym to be as strong and fit as they can be. The mental muscle needs developed too. Most of Rory’s competitors did not leave school early. They went to Universities across America and developed their minds as well as their physiques. Education is not just about books and exams. I surmise that Rory has suffered for not going down that route. 

Now, Rory is only 35. He still has an opportunity to make a dent in that target of 18 Majors. I so really really hope he does. And quickly! Whatever he does do this mental frailty in his make up has cost Rory many many Majors and other tournaments. It's a shame. 

As a pastor I fear for him as he heads home tonight. What goes on in his mind. 10 years on and I blew another one. Maybe blew it worse than even that Masters in 2011 or the Open at St. Andrews in 2022. There’s a lot of scar tissue there and these two putts at the US Open are an open wound. 

I so hope that his daughter Poppy and a marriage he’s now prepared to fight for will give him the consolation he needs. I hope too that he finally gets one at The British Open at Troon. If you can pray for such things, I will be.


COLM TÓIBÍN - BROOKLYN

Brooklyn

Browsing for summer reads, Colm Tóibín's Long Island caught my eye. I'd just finished the TV series Revenge that was set there. With tokens to spend I picked it up. Realising that it was the sequel for Brooklyn I thought I better read it first.

What drew me in further was that emigrating thing in the 1950s. My Uncle Bobby left for Toronto with a clatter of cousins around the same time as Eilis does in Brooklyn. Maybe I'd learn something about that.

I am not sure how much I did, although Tóibín does give us a feel of the early loneliness and nervousness of fitting in.

Brooklyn is the most ordinary of reads. Drama is minimal. It is an extraordinary thing that Tóibín does. He grips you with the ordinary. The very ordinary. There must have been emigrants from Ireland with bigger, more exciting or tragic stories. Eilis Lacey is just this ordinary girl from Enniscorthy, Wexford whose sister thinks she could do better in America.

We are given the networking of a Catholic Church helping their own. Fr Flood is a fine pastoral carer. The Irish networking in America certainly does get some coverage.

In the end we live through the dilemmas of  a young  girl's coming of age. With her beloved sister Rose back in Ireland she does it without people to share her excitement and doubts.

Even the love story with Italian Tony doesn't go overboard on the romantic dreams of romance. Two people find each other at a dance and slowly lean in and eventually have a very ordinary love, no less the stronger for it.

The real story of the book is internal. It is about self doubt. It is about the wrench of making big decisions. Particularly as Eilis seems to have to do all the over thinking or under thinking on her own. It didn't take me back to my Uncle's geographical journey so much as my own growing into adulthood and the decisions needed to be risked. 

It is not long before we fall in love with Eilis. We want the best for her. We feel for her. We want to enter the pages and give advice or maybe we are glad that we don't have to. We become near personally engaged with this friend going through the tunnel from innocence to responsibility.  

Whatever, though Tóibín says there was no intended follow up but in hindsight it seems that there had to be. Tóibín says that it was only when he had a the image of the beginning of Long Island in his mind that came to be. In that image there is more drama than in all of Brooklyn but I loved everything about Brooklyn. Long Island could be more heartbreaking and dramatic but without Brooklyn would that first few pages have had the same shocking impact. 

 


PAUL MCCARTNEY & WINGS - ONE HAND CLAPPING

One Hand Clapping

I have heard it said that your favourite music will always be what you listened to in your mid-teens. Well in the summer of my 15th year I discovered The Beatles and that Christmas Santa left me Wings Over America. It was a life long commitment from then!

I love different periods of Paul McCartney’s post Beatles’ career but 1974-76 improbably my very favourite. I am a Jimmy McCulloch even more than our own Northern Irish Henry McCullough from 1973. Band On The Run through Wings At the Speed Of Sound is my time.

So, needless to say, I am absolutely loving One Hand Clapping finally released, 50 years after the event. Though we have had some of the tracks on deluxe editions of original albums this is the first time to have it all together under one album cover. 

One Hand Clapping is a band playing live in Abbey Road for a live documentary and now five decades later remixed by Giles Martin, George’s son, who has been working on the Beatles’ remixed anniversary records. The sound is strong and sharp as a result.

The Sessions feel warm, laid back and humorous throughout. The band as tight as the proverbial nut. Magnificent performances and little changes to originals, never more so than on Bluebird with its brass ending. The aforementioned Jimmy McCullough brings som tasty guitar too. The medley of C Moon, a little less poppy itself, and Little Woman Love makes the latter seem weightier than the B-side of Mary Had A Little Lamb!

Strewn across are unreleased tracks, at least unreleased at the time and for some time afterwards. I cannot help wonder why their next record Venus and Mars didn’t catch the snippets of Let’s Love, All Of You or Love My Baby instead of a reinvented theme tune form the naff soap opera Crossroads.  

Treats include a wee bit of jazz fun on Baby Face and a raucous Blue Moon Of Kentucky reminds us of the variety of influences always at work in the work of Paul McCartney. Power Cut gets Music Hall humour as this band seem to be having fun.

Even better in my limited edition pack we get a 7” of short McCartney unplugged. Three covers, Blackbird, Country Dreamer and the unreleased Blackpool. Cherries on cake!

Favourites? Too many but great to hear Tomorrow getting little respect. I grew up with the David Cassidy version! The fresh snippets of The Beatles are cool. Maybe best of all Live and Let Die and Nineteen Hundred and Eight Five have real menace and mood. 

I am enjoying everything that surfs on a tidal waves of Jimmy McCulloch that I love  Junior’s farm, Jet, Let Me Roll It, Band On The Run and Hi Hi Hi. Even Wild Life becomes robust beneath McCulloch’s riffing. 

Me being 15 and Paul McCartney’s most creative period blend beautifully right here. His Wings are soaring. Worth waiting for this document of glory days.


FEATHERS (EVERYDAY CHITTER-CHAT)

Feather 3

Everyday chitter-chat

Ad lib sentences that people say

Are feathers tossed up in the wind

Light and wispy, thrown away

It is not sacred text or revelation

Carefully carved into tablets of stone

Nor heavily weighted pontification

From the perfect, judgementally thrown

It is not to damn or hurt

Or burrow worry night and night

They are feathers tossed in the wind

Light and wispy, throw them away.

 

Words can hurt but oftentimes there is no weight behind what we almost hurt ourselves with. Let them go...


TRÚ LIVE IN BELFAST

TRU Live

In a musical world where it is in fashionable to re-boot, refresh or re-invent traditional Irish music Trú are doing it with their voices.

That should not be a surprise when you discover that two of the three members of the band met while singing with Anúna described as “one of the most distinctive and original vocal ensembles in the world”.

Trú throw in menace and tenderness in their percussion, mood in some low whistles and grace notes in economic electric guitar but the force of what they do comes through the harmonies. 

When I say force I mean force. We were thrilled to have had them at the 2024 4 Corners Festival and I found the harmonies holding me tight. It was visceral, like the tenderest thud in my chest. Utterly sublime. I have said it before and I’ll say it again that listening to Trú is like being there when Crosby, Stills and Nash found that blend of voices at the end of the sixties.

I came away from that 4 Corners Festival event waxing lyrical and feeling a yearning for a live record that would somehow reflect the evening. It was with joy that I heard Michael say that it was already in the works.

Live In Belfast is that record. Recorded at Duncairn Arts Centre in September 2023 it has doesn’t lose that earthy live sound as the band takes us all across Ireland to Scotland and as far as France with tales put to song. Like all good trad albums there is respect to the origins of the songs as hear about their stories and locations. 

In the end we are left with the voices, three pallets blended for different effect. Lovely Molly could be a Woodstock outtake from aforementioned Crosby, Stills and Nash, Is Fada liom uiam i has the fragile sorrow of lament, Ay Waukin O is like sacred liturgy in some big and beautiful Cathedral, and Rabbie Burn’s Love Is A Red Red Rose intimate and romantic. Everything hitting spots you didn’t know you needed hit.

Two albums in is early for a live record but not for Trú. Live is where they soar.