Sunday, 21 December 2008
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
If you don't know...
You're Only Massive was founded in in the second quarter of 2007 by club magnate Maebh Cheasty. Fall 2008 saw the group welcome nightlife czar David Murphy.
You're Only Massive operates through three principal product types:
Performances, Releases and Ancilliary Projects.
Performances create a club environment, suffused with a sense of urgency, engaging the mind and body of the audience. You're Only Massive have experienced significant growth since it's inception with a set up of two turntables and a microphone and diversified its sonic palette to include techno, RnB and pop.
The debut You're Only Massive release is a collaborative album with Queen Kong, entitled Dot-Dash. The album was released as a 12" silver vinyl in August 2008 and was an immediate critical success, hailed by The Sunday Tribune as "a truly modern creation and one of the best Irish releases this year" and by The Irish Times as "light years ahead of their peers."
Projected releases include a single during the first quarter of 2009, entitled Under The Neon. You're Only Massive are currently recording a full album, provisionally scheduled for release in the final quarter of 2009.
A number of Ancillary Projects have been developed to broaden product capabilities:
Disco-nnect is a walking tour of Dublin that took place in July 2008.
A fragrance is currently in development.
You're Only Massive have offices in Waterford, Dublin, Berlin and Leipzig.
You're Only Massive operates through three principal product types:
Performances, Releases and Ancilliary Projects.
Performances create a club environment, suffused with a sense of urgency, engaging the mind and body of the audience. You're Only Massive have experienced significant growth since it's inception with a set up of two turntables and a microphone and diversified its sonic palette to include techno, RnB and pop.
The debut You're Only Massive release is a collaborative album with Queen Kong, entitled Dot-Dash. The album was released as a 12" silver vinyl in August 2008 and was an immediate critical success, hailed by The Sunday Tribune as "a truly modern creation and one of the best Irish releases this year" and by The Irish Times as "light years ahead of their peers."
Projected releases include a single during the first quarter of 2009, entitled Under The Neon. You're Only Massive are currently recording a full album, provisionally scheduled for release in the final quarter of 2009.
A number of Ancillary Projects have been developed to broaden product capabilities:
Disco-nnect is a walking tour of Dublin that took place in July 2008.
A fragrance is currently in development.
You're Only Massive have offices in Waterford, Dublin, Berlin and Leipzig.
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
neon
Right now I have a little thought bubble over my head in neon writing.
It´s kind of hard to do in a blog, but it goes like this
"Where is the neon to guide me home?"
I´m also wondering, how one would make a sign out of neon?
Three words.
Any ideas?
Here are some soothing pictures of neon for your eyes, courtesy of Bruce Naumann:
It´s kind of hard to do in a blog, but it goes like this
"Where is the neon to guide me home?"
I´m also wondering, how one would make a sign out of neon?
Three words.
Any ideas?
Here are some soothing pictures of neon for your eyes, courtesy of Bruce Naumann:
Friday, 28 November 2008
ruhetag
In Leipzig we started in the shiny nothing innenstadt, then found a whole part of the city with anti-fa marks and vereins and UT Connewitz:
Monday = Ruhetag = Day of quietness.
Everything is closed.
We leave all the goodness of Leipzig and go on to Dresden.
Find places to play and crash, but a shocking lack of bombed buildings.
I thought...well...you know...
Monday = Ruhetag = Day of quietness.
Everything is closed.
We leave all the goodness of Leipzig and go on to Dresden.
Find places to play and crash, but a shocking lack of bombed buildings.
I thought...well...you know...
Friday, 21 November 2008
Piranha
Dear Blog,
Hi. I am sorry I havent written in a while.
You know, sometimes, when you have a friend that you dont call because you have too much to say to them, and you know youĺl be on the blower for hours.
I on a communal computer in a punk place in Leipzig, the z and y letters are umgekehrt, and there is a queue for the computer, but
let me tell you everything...
X X X maebh
P.S. Would it be weird if Rihanna asked her boyfriend to call her Piranha?
Hi. I am sorry I havent written in a while.
You know, sometimes, when you have a friend that you dont call because you have too much to say to them, and you know youĺl be on the blower for hours.
I on a communal computer in a punk place in Leipzig, the z and y letters are umgekehrt, and there is a queue for the computer, but
let me tell you everything...
X X X maebh
P.S. Would it be weird if Rihanna asked her boyfriend to call her Piranha?
Sunday, 5 October 2008
Wednesday, 3 September 2008
Tuesday, 2 September 2008
Monday, 1 September 2008
It's not even tomorrow
Friday - Arise at 6.30 a.m. after waiting for Santa Clause all night. Arrive in Dublin, arrive in Laois. Pop Electric Picnic cherry. Set up tent like boy scouts. Tent the size of a barn freezes at night. Feel too efficient for the singular first person.
Saturday - Arise in the a.m. Feel so nervous / excited could puke. Do a lot of stretching. Lead pre-show prayer. Palatable excitement courses through veins like blood. Lots of bodies in the tent, but aunties and uncles in the front are reluctant to leave the cosy tables and give the floor. Bodies move to front upon request of DM. Things explode. The sight of the tent moving hands from side to side ballad style during Epidemic would bring a smile to a glass eye. During SugarShake the Cool Away, run from the back of the stage, fly into air and onto outstretched hands. Surf. Fight happens. Not properly hurt. Make it back to stage. Bodies are dancing, mouths are open. Tent has turned into a zoo. HuRray!
After the gig, I get worried about my voice. It sounds like it might just quietly slip off. I take up the first person singular again, I make a sign to pin onto my dress and try to speak in a low voice. We loll on the grass. Megan's boyfriend tells us we might be in the on-site Ticket on Sunday. A man asks if he can film us for television show. Yes, I say, yes yes, we'll be on the telly! We play Here is Home.
There is a recognisable pattern in the arc of emotions. Before a gig, everything is compressed. My face is empty. After a gig, I feel so happy, like little buzzes binging in my blood. Two times on stage in one day makes for a smorgasbord of emotions.
After nicking some beers, we all go to see Dan Deacon. He opens with a face-melter of a warm-up. Acres of sweaty shiny barebacked young fellas soon go crazy. It is all he can do to control the crowd, but he is such a pro. I crowdsurf all the way to the back of the tent. Then I crowdsurf all the way back to the front. Crowdsurfing to the front is harder, because people are focused on the stage, and do not have eyes in the back of their head. I want to scream to let them know I am coming, but my throat is already killing me. I reach as far back as my arms can and tap shoulders. I make it all the way back. I feel a little guilty for making everyone carry me, but mostly proud that I made it back. Perhaps I could give crowdsurfing workshops as a nixer?
By the time Santogold comes on stage, we have been waiting ages and the tent is packed. I would have given my left arm to have written that song L.E.S. Artistes. When she comes on stage, it is perfect and polished and boring. Our pal Paddy runs off. Fink and DM and I look at each other. DM says something like "If I wanted to watch someone work for their paycheque I would have gone to Centra and hung around the deli counter." Fink says "Boooooring." I am so happy, at this moment, that we are all on the same wavelength.
Skipping away, Fink's facepainting is branded onto faces. Faces that were at the gig earlier. I look and point, they look and point, maybe we hug, maybe we wrestle, all in all it feels like the gig keeps on giving.
Sunday: Lose voice. Where did it go? What happened? Was it the cold in the tent? Where is it? Please come back, all is forgiven. I'm sorry I told you you have no range and need some training. Pleeeeease.
We go wander early in the a.m, looking for the Ticket. We are on the front page, hurrah! It says we are Ireland's answer to the Go Team! We are not Ireland's answer to anything because that question disappeared in the ether.
Stretches and movement gets blood flowing before the gig. Megan sings and I lip sync. I am croaking. We crouch behind the stage and watch the crowd gather; there are at least as many people there as the day before. DM tells the crowd we are having a diva moment and will not come out until the aunties and uncles in the front stand up and the people at the back come forth. The crowd are happy to do this - in fact I think they like it. I think they are happy to have permission to occupy the space to move. We walk out - there are lots of handsome young men. During the second song, my voice blows like an amp. A moment of power failure and my throat became no more than a blown light bulb. For the rest of the song I lip synced and Megan sang; she carried the entire show. Megan was truly awesome, in the biblical sense. I enjoyed lip syncing way more than I should have. During SugarShake, I ran from the back of the stage and crowdsurfed. In future, I think I will always run to crowd surf. It is imagine a flying machine to be, but better.
On the bus home I sit with pen and paper and dream of a new song - a song about time.
A song to play statues to, the game where you freeze and time stands still.
Saturday - Arise in the a.m. Feel so nervous / excited could puke. Do a lot of stretching. Lead pre-show prayer. Palatable excitement courses through veins like blood. Lots of bodies in the tent, but aunties and uncles in the front are reluctant to leave the cosy tables and give the floor. Bodies move to front upon request of DM. Things explode. The sight of the tent moving hands from side to side ballad style during Epidemic would bring a smile to a glass eye. During SugarShake the Cool Away, run from the back of the stage, fly into air and onto outstretched hands. Surf. Fight happens. Not properly hurt. Make it back to stage. Bodies are dancing, mouths are open. Tent has turned into a zoo. HuRray!
After the gig, I get worried about my voice. It sounds like it might just quietly slip off. I take up the first person singular again, I make a sign to pin onto my dress and try to speak in a low voice. We loll on the grass. Megan's boyfriend tells us we might be in the on-site Ticket on Sunday. A man asks if he can film us for television show. Yes, I say, yes yes, we'll be on the telly! We play Here is Home.
There is a recognisable pattern in the arc of emotions. Before a gig, everything is compressed. My face is empty. After a gig, I feel so happy, like little buzzes binging in my blood. Two times on stage in one day makes for a smorgasbord of emotions.
After nicking some beers, we all go to see Dan Deacon. He opens with a face-melter of a warm-up. Acres of sweaty shiny barebacked young fellas soon go crazy. It is all he can do to control the crowd, but he is such a pro. I crowdsurf all the way to the back of the tent. Then I crowdsurf all the way back to the front. Crowdsurfing to the front is harder, because people are focused on the stage, and do not have eyes in the back of their head. I want to scream to let them know I am coming, but my throat is already killing me. I reach as far back as my arms can and tap shoulders. I make it all the way back. I feel a little guilty for making everyone carry me, but mostly proud that I made it back. Perhaps I could give crowdsurfing workshops as a nixer?
By the time Santogold comes on stage, we have been waiting ages and the tent is packed. I would have given my left arm to have written that song L.E.S. Artistes. When she comes on stage, it is perfect and polished and boring. Our pal Paddy runs off. Fink and DM and I look at each other. DM says something like "If I wanted to watch someone work for their paycheque I would have gone to Centra and hung around the deli counter." Fink says "Boooooring." I am so happy, at this moment, that we are all on the same wavelength.
Skipping away, Fink's facepainting is branded onto faces. Faces that were at the gig earlier. I look and point, they look and point, maybe we hug, maybe we wrestle, all in all it feels like the gig keeps on giving.
Sunday: Lose voice. Where did it go? What happened? Was it the cold in the tent? Where is it? Please come back, all is forgiven. I'm sorry I told you you have no range and need some training. Pleeeeease.
We go wander early in the a.m, looking for the Ticket. We are on the front page, hurrah! It says we are Ireland's answer to the Go Team! We are not Ireland's answer to anything because that question disappeared in the ether.
Stretches and movement gets blood flowing before the gig. Megan sings and I lip sync. I am croaking. We crouch behind the stage and watch the crowd gather; there are at least as many people there as the day before. DM tells the crowd we are having a diva moment and will not come out until the aunties and uncles in the front stand up and the people at the back come forth. The crowd are happy to do this - in fact I think they like it. I think they are happy to have permission to occupy the space to move. We walk out - there are lots of handsome young men. During the second song, my voice blows like an amp. A moment of power failure and my throat became no more than a blown light bulb. For the rest of the song I lip synced and Megan sang; she carried the entire show. Megan was truly awesome, in the biblical sense. I enjoyed lip syncing way more than I should have. During SugarShake, I ran from the back of the stage and crowdsurfed. In future, I think I will always run to crowd surf. It is imagine a flying machine to be, but better.
On the bus home I sit with pen and paper and dream of a new song - a song about time.
A song to play statues to, the game where you freeze and time stands still.
Thursday, 28 August 2008
Brogues or Wellies?
The last time I went to a music festival I left with nothing but the clothes on my back and the tears in my eyes, and a vow never to return to a music festival...here I am, five years later...I'm sure it'll be fiiiiiine.
Right guys?
Guys?
Guys?
Dot-Dash in Waterford
Pre-show nerves? What pre-show nerves?
Take me to the compound baby...
Dot-Dash:
Take me to the compound baby...
Dot-Dash:
Wednesday, 27 August 2008
Friday, 22 August 2008
Tipperary, the valley of tears.
Bus from Waterford to Limerick for this
which is part of this project which my pals Fink and Paddie are doing at Conflux.
which is part of this project which my pals Fink and Paddie are doing at Conflux.
Thursday, 14 August 2008
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
Sunday, 10 August 2008
Saturday, 2 August 2008
how did this pass me by 6 years ago?
This book is sprawling and occasionally a touch overdone, but completely compulsive. Nearly. Fin. Yes.
I am craving new books these days. A pal recommended this down below; I would love to hear suggestions of good books for summer brain months. Something elegant and funny like Nabakov. Nothing too taxing like.
Sunday, 27 July 2008
Saturday, 26 July 2008
Friday, 25 July 2008
Tuesday, 22 July 2008
Refuse thy name
Just went to see Romeo + Juliet in Garter Lane in Waterford.
Good cast, but every time Nick Kavanagh, who played the priest came on stage my eyes were all on him.
Want. To. See. Him. In. More. Stuff.
Good cast, but every time Nick Kavanagh, who played the priest came on stage my eyes were all on him.
Want. To. See. Him. In. More. Stuff.
Monday, 21 July 2008
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