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There was a time.

When he owned the concrete.

Johnny Kennan (him off the telly) kicks it old school:

A friend of mine told me about his 12 year old son graduating from national school recently.

I cast my mind back to the day I graduated from national school. It was 30 years ago. I’m old!

I don’t remember having a graduation. I remember the principal telling us we were getting nothing because we were the worse class ever. Looking back we were just young lads finding our way through life and any trouble we got up to was just hijinks.

It got me thinking though. When I tried to picture myself sitting in that school desk the first thing to hit me was the memory smell of pencil sharpener. Usually I have to smell something to give me a sense of memory.

Then I remember the football match we used to have on special Fridays in the school yard. If we were good. All week we’d wait for that game. Because it was just our class that would have the playground to ourselves.

All week we’d wait just to be told we were too bold and we couldn’t play. But then on rare occasions we would get our game. For one hour on a Friday afternoon we were playing at Wembley on FA Cup final day.

We played with a tennis ball and that made it more magical. It meant the purists could play. I had eyesight in just one eye. Still have. It was very important to have foot- eye coordination. With my left foot and left eye I owned that concrete.

Then I got thinking some more.

Could I name my classmates from 6th class in 1987? 30 years ago? I have 32 in my mind. I don’t know why. One for every county or every chess piece.

After a lot of serious thinking I came up with 25. I know I can ring my friend Jim and he can name the rest. I think it’s better pay him a visit and catch up.

What I wouldn’t give to be back on that yard with those boys for one more day. Just to remember and feel what it was like to be 12 again.

Now I’m casting my mind back to the last line of ‘Stand By Me‘.

“I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12. Jesus, does anyone?”

FIGHT!

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Last night,Damien Dempsey played the Iveagh Gardens, Dublin 2.

So how did it go?

Damo fan Johnny Keenan (him off the telly) went along.

Johnny (top, outside the Iveagh Gardens) writes:

Damien Dempsey brought his Soulsun and it did shine in the centre of the capital last night.

He carped the fupp out of the diem from the get-go with ‘Seize The Day’, and for at least another 20 songs ( I lost count because I was in the moments man) he had the capacity crowd singing all their cares away.

Everything the Donaghmede native poured from his being came from his heart mind and soul. He left it all on the stage. It was soaked up by an upbeat well-oiled collective that came from all over the island and beyond in anticipation of some spiritual fulfillment and a good ole sing song.

From a culchie viewpoint on looking at the 2 sides of Dublin it was abundantly clear that a diverse divided city never seemed so united.

The power of music, man.

Patience, sorrow, loss, heartbreak, understanding ,respect, rebellion and love evoked the emotion from the front of stage to the eyes of the onlooking public. This punter was almost carried away on a flood of thy tears.

All the classics got an airing as well as a careful selection off the latest album, ‘Soulsun’.

In a time where soundbites platitudes and fake news are the views of the mainstream it is so refreshing to see hear and feel one of Ireland’s own still shining bright with the art of story through song, while galvanising the downtrodden via the process we know best. Folk songs for the Folks!

Nothing too fancy but still keeping it reel with 6 tremendous musicians behind him. The beautiful backing vocals & harmonies of Pauline Scanlon were gorgeous.

Stand out tune was ‘Soft Rain’. A shout out to our brothers and sisters abroad akin (imo) to Oró Sé Do Bheath Abhaile. “When Ya Coming Home, My Friend ?”.

Keeping our proud tradition alive while letting ourselves and the world know that when it comes to song and true troubadours the Irish aspire and inspire greatly.

We have to look past the bullshite to see the soul in ourselves and each other. That’s what a Damien Dempsey gig essentially is all about. Last night was special though. Dublin expect and respect The Tribal Warrior.

All in all it would be fair to say, twas All Good!

Go on and love yourself today. Damo says it’s OK!

Fight!

Damien Dempsey

Johnny

Sunday afternoon

The Back Room, Ryan’s Bar, Friary Street, County Kilkenny

Johnny Keenan (he’s on the telly!) writes:

A brief ceremony to honour the life of Dara Quigley, the music of The Stone Roses, and to celebrate the resurrection of 468,421 non-religious people in the Republic of Ireland (Census 2016)…

Fight!

Previously: In Kilkenny Tomorrow

resurrection

Are you non-religious?

Can you dance like no one’s watching?

Would you like to be in a video?

Johnny Keenan, him off Broadsheet on the Telly, and pals are assembling 40 souls to go radio rental to the sounds of The Stone Roses’ ‘I Am The Resurrection‘ tomorrow afternoon.

A joyous celebration of non-belief, the plan is to recreate something not dissimilar to the crowd reaction shots at the climax of in Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit video.

In a back bar in Kilkenny.

You will be needed for 30 minutes, Johnny promises participants with egg-shaped surprises a distinct possibility.

The Back Room, Ryan’s Bar, Friary Street, County Kilkeny at 3.30pm.

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