Friday, 11 July 2008
Thursday, 10 July 2008
Oh Galway you came and you bought me a Segway
Yes yes it is a 14 hour round trip from Waterford to Galway...
but tonight at the Roisin Dubh is a gig I am so excited about...
my flatmate called in sick to the call centre and is coming with,
two of our Waterford pals have just moved to Galway,
we will stay in an *apartment*
we will be trying our the album tracks,
we will have a real live guitar,
goodship Fink is coming to draw on CDs as we play,
the sun is just about peeking out,
markers and togs have been packed,
diving board in Salthill is on the brain,
*this is like a regular trip to the beach*
Wednesday, 9 July 2008
The Spare Room
Am really craving new books and just ordered this one from The Book Centre in Waterford:
Tuesday, 8 July 2008
3
At the childhood home, you can eat EVERYTHING.
There are trillions of cartons of yoghurts and acres of chicken fillets.
In between eating all around me, I am thinking about 3 things.
1) Playing the Roisin Dubh on Thursday
- I'm going to get to meet a man called Toby Goodshanks.
- David Murphy from Queen Kong is coming along to play guitar.
- Fink, who did the artwork for the album, is coming to draw / dig / dance. I have talked to her about pressing Here Is Home on these CDs with blank white paper pressed onto the actual CD, and then she to sit on stage and draw on each CD, for the duration of our onstage time. Then to sell the unique CDs afterwards.
- Standing on terra firma in Galway, you can see the rain coming from far away, and you know you only have a finite amount of minutes of sunshine left. I hope it rains like this, the people scuttle indoors and watch us play.
2) American words.
When I go to far off Meriky in September, I would like to speak American.
In America I will
take a rain check
talk turkey
pain the town red
More phrases on a postcard with a schmuck on the front please.
3) Will I ever beat my Dad at Scrabble?
There are trillions of cartons of yoghurts and acres of chicken fillets.
In between eating all around me, I am thinking about 3 things.
1) Playing the Roisin Dubh on Thursday
- I'm going to get to meet a man called Toby Goodshanks.
- David Murphy from Queen Kong is coming along to play guitar.
- Fink, who did the artwork for the album, is coming to draw / dig / dance. I have talked to her about pressing Here Is Home on these CDs with blank white paper pressed onto the actual CD, and then she to sit on stage and draw on each CD, for the duration of our onstage time. Then to sell the unique CDs afterwards.
- Standing on terra firma in Galway, you can see the rain coming from far away, and you know you only have a finite amount of minutes of sunshine left. I hope it rains like this, the people scuttle indoors and watch us play.
2) American words.
When I go to far off Meriky in September, I would like to speak American.
In America I will
take a rain check
talk turkey
pain the town red
More phrases on a postcard with a schmuck on the front please.
3) Will I ever beat my Dad at Scrabble?
Ag cur báistí, etc.
On Saturday evening, I said "Welcome to Disco-nnect" and right on cue, it started raining.
Not just raining but hard buckets onto wincing faces.
Still it was one of the most fun nights; I like to think the rain inspired cameraderie and that's why the gig went well, but I know in my heart that everyone was just so grateful to be finally inside out of the rain.
Later that night, it rained on us like I have NEVER experienced before.
On Monday we went to clean the apartment and do our get out, and, as Meg and I walked from Drumcondra to the Docklands, the sun shone so hard it was like I imagine Latin America to be. Then it started pouring, really lashing. Walking along in summer dresses, huddling under an umbrella, crying like babies, getting the ferry across. I thought we were miserable but we seemed to have been quite cheerful.
Not just raining but hard buckets onto wincing faces.
Still it was one of the most fun nights; I like to think the rain inspired cameraderie and that's why the gig went well, but I know in my heart that everyone was just so grateful to be finally inside out of the rain.
Later that night, it rained on us like I have NEVER experienced before.
On Monday we went to clean the apartment and do our get out, and, as Meg and I walked from Drumcondra to the Docklands, the sun shone so hard it was like I imagine Latin America to be. Then it started pouring, really lashing. Walking along in summer dresses, huddling under an umbrella, crying like babies, getting the ferry across. I thought we were miserable but we seemed to have been quite cheerful.
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