this song just popped up on my itunes. reminds me of a happy time ;-)
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Here's a quick short story I wrote earlier in the year. Praise is welcome, criticism is not. Constructive or Otherwise.
START
Jesus you fucking prick do you get the point here? He wants the glasses, they are going to pay for them, it’s nothing to do with you. Jesus.
Daithi, maybe you’d like to take a few minutes and calm down? Outside.
I looked around the table, 12 or 13 stony faces stared back at me. White coats, white uniforms, some suits and then me, 22 years old and wearing jeans. Okay I’ve always had problems with authority and in particular Doctors. I mean how the hell are they supposed to become normal human beings? They study each evening from the time they go home from school to the day they leave secondary schools just to get the 9 A1s they need to get to college and then in college they have to study all the hours God sends and then in the hospitals they make them work 90 hours a week until they graduate. and people say their bedside manner has deteriorated! Mother of Gods they have the emotional development of an 11 year old so what do you expect?
I held my breath in my mouth. Fuming. Wanting to lash out. Desperately getting control of myself, focusing on a point against the wall. I stood up and slowly put one foot in front of each other until I reached the door. I didn’t look back at all.
I stood outside,heart pounding in my chest, breath shallow. All around me people went on with their busy work. Fuck I’m in trouble now. The door opened, it was Irene, the head Social Worker. She pulled out a packet of fags and nodded outside. We walked and nothing was said. My heart beat faster, I could feel bile rising in the back of my mouth.
Listen you are right, but the way you are going about it is going to get everyone’s backs up, I’m going to be called in to see the Head Consultant now. I’ll smooth it but in the meantime I want you to apologise and while it’s nice to see you getting so passionate you need to calm down and channel it better.
Now go sort out those glasses.
The relief flooded over me, I almost tripped over I ran so fast back to the office. I picked up the phone and rang the Body Positive number
hi Sean? Daithi here from James’ Hospital? yeh let’s go with the raybans, can we get them today, not sure if he’s going to last many more days... cool, I’ll meet you in town.
I’ve never been shopping for Raybans with a gay fella before, its quite a buzz, and of course I was paranoid that all the shop assistants would think we were a couple, and of course they did! but it was a laugh and over a few hours and many shops Sean told me about how he became HIV positive and how he hooked up with the support agency he now worked for, and lurid tales of Catholic bishops in massage parlours and saunas. Of hte priest who collapsed in a notorious ‘gym’ and another priest gave him the last rites before legging it! We did lunch, drank coffee and made friends and discussed Daniel O’ Donnell’s sexual orientation. I laughed so hard latte exited my nose.
Heading back on the bus and staring into the Dublin drizzle I couldn't help feeling that maybe I’d pitched myself in too deep here, I was only a student after all, 22 years old and working in the GUM clinic of St James Hospital. Sadly this has nothing to do with mouths and everything to do with Genito- Urinary Medicine. The clap clinic, ladies and gentlemen. And really I wasn’t handling it oh so well. My head was being blown apart by what I was hearing from people about their lives, their sexual behaviour and the impending death of some of my clients, add to that my pathological fear of hospitals and my complete and utter phobia of hypodermic needles and really my natural arrogance and over confidence had pitched me in the shit again. At least Irene was on my side maybe I’d get out of this with a decent mark after all, maybe one day I would really graduate. Maybe. An maybe I was way way out of my depth, but today wasn’t about me, today I had something important to do, a dying wish to fulfill.
Colin was sitting up in bed, he looked so pale, the karposa’s syndrome covered most of his face with a glaring red rash so he had one fragile hand placed protectively in fornt of his proud face. Vane to the last, fair play to him. His long black hair still shone and his eyes lit up.
Good news?
Good news.
The Scooter?
Not the Scooter.
The Sunglasses?
I grinned as I revealed the raybans from behind my back, he screamed in delight, and threw his arms around me, I could feel his bones beneath his silk pyjamas, I could feel his heart pounding. He felt so fragile, so weak, it reminded me of other people I had known who had died, of my cousin Wendy who died when we were ten, who wasted away with cancer and how we used to push her around in a kiddies buggy near the end. She didn’t take any shit though. Right up until the end she took no shit. He let me go and swung his legs over the side of the bed, I took his forearn and led him onto the floor, stopping only to put on his slippers. He took the glasses reverently and slid them on. A perfect fit.
How do I look?
a million dollars Col, a million dollars.
The whole ward had stopped and were looking.He spoke clear and loud.
Well how do i look?
A big nurse was smiling.
You look great ya eejit.
I could hear people murmuring in agreement.
A mirror, a mirror, get me a mirror.
He hadn’t looked in a mirror for quite some time now.
Oh I look fabulous, thank you, thank you, thank you.
I hugged him again and said I’d see him later. I never did. When I came back on Monday he was dead. As per his last will they buried him in his raybans.
END
and another
START
Goodbye to Jenni
Good man Daithi, fancy some breakfast?
I looked up groggily from the couch. The T.V. was blaring daytime telly, the kitchen door was open and a fella was smiling at me. I guessed he was the one who had asked the question.
Yeh, cheers thanks. Cup of tea would be great, and a bit of toast.
How about a big dirty fry? It was said in a deep southern accent.
oh jesus no. cheers, thanks. god no, dont think my stomach could take it. anyway I’m a veggie.
Ah sure I know that! Just testing. Sure I know all you vegetarians yearn for a bit of bacon. You can you know I wont tell anyone.
Jesus if if I was going to I couldn't stomach it today. What did we get up to anyway?
You mean you dont remember? Ah you’re a good one! Oh there’s some craic ahead when Jennie finds that out. Hoo hoo you are the mutts nuts boy, that you are!
I looked around me at the dishevelled sitting room, table filled with tobacco, cigarette papers, mugs of half drunk tea, empty cans of beer. It looked like quite a night alright.
I tried to get my cold brain started, I remembered smoking with Rosie and Tom in the flat in Portrush, then Fyfe and Harry calling round. Harry saying something about Pete driving to Ballymena to see Charlie to score. I remember getting in the car.. then.. blank. Maybe we had crashed in Ballymena or at some friend of Harry’s.
I thought I’d start off easy I mean the guy obviously knew me so no point freaking him out.
What time of day is it?
About three, you’ve been sleeping away happy since about 9, the others crashed upstairs. I’ll give them a shout in a while and sure we can see what we are going to do with the rest of the day, and tonight.
Great, any idea what day is it then?
What day is it? Jesus you are the boy! oh that’s a good one! its tuesday, no thursday, no saturday, what day is it?! oh you’re funny man.
Right not getting any info there, oh remote control! Press the teletext, no teletext. Fuck.
Oh well, I pulled the cigarette papers towards me, and took out three. I put two to my lips and gently licked the end of them. I stuck them together and turned them flat on the table. I took the other skin, licked it along its length and stuck it to the back of the others, smoothed it down with my fingers.
I looked up, the tea arrived in a strong fist. The fella smiled behind it.
Start as you mean to go on boy, start as you mean to go on.
I nodded and slurped my tea, it hit an empty well of a stomach and the realisation bit that I hadn’t eaten anything for days. Panic tried to rise. I held the mug tightly until I calmed a bit.
I concentrated on rolling the joint, adding the tobacco, crumbling the hash in a fierce meditative manner. I added the roach, sat back and sparked it up. I inhaled deeply, right down into my tantien and felt the calm wave fill my body, out from my centre to my extremities.
Jaysus you’re loving that! Dont be moving in to it boy. Make sure it gets over here.
Time enough yourself boy, the first of the day cant be rushed.
True true, your wise enough Daithi lad. So you dont really remember anything of last night? He had a wry smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
No fuck all. And dont you be making up stories either. Jaysus you know I might have to be thinking of heading home soon...
Home? home? I thought you’d moved in here! He laughed. Jenni wont be happy to hear of you moving back up to the cold north. Anyway sure its not a journey to be starting this late in the day sure it’d be a good 8 hours or so on the bus. how would you get there anyway?
Guess the bus? maybe through Dublin? my heart started to pound in my chest.
Aye Dublin would be sensible. Have you folks you could stop off with?
Oh aye, relief flooded in again, oh aye good mates in Phibsboro.
A girl? he looked intently at me now.
No God no, just mates, the lads. They all play in bands dont know if you’ve heard of any? In Motion, Pet Lamb, The Jubilee Allstars, Dogday?
Ah sure Pet Lamb are great sure they play down here all the time! Oh man they rock! which one do you know?
Dave, the drummer.
Oh jaysus he’s brilliant! Fair play lad. Think I’ve heard of the Jubilee Allstars too, any good?
Great, kind of lo- fi you know?
He nodded. blankly, then stood up.
Right time to wake the posse, you sure you dont remember anything?
If you keep that slagging up I’m fucking off, right?
Fair enough boy, fair enough. He laughed again. A nice laugh in fairness.
So here was the rub, I was bolloxed in the deep south somewhere, no idea where, no idea when and no idea who with, and it looked like I had hooked up with a girl and God above only knew what she looked like but I was about to find out....
A clatter of footsteps on the stairs and one, two, three, four fellas half fell, half ran down the stairs, all in Doc Martens boots, a horrible thought crossed my brain, Jesus no, I couldn't have .. no Jennie couldn't be .. a fella could she?
Your out of luck boy, the beautiful Jennie has already taken herself off to the leisure centre for a swim. Must be keeping herself fit for you like.
Now I had four grinning faces to contend with.
You already smoking boy jesus youre an animal, or so Jennie told us.
Much laughter.
Any breakfast going? the lad at the back spoke.
Get it your fucking self.
Jesus Sean no need to be like that.
Good one name, Sean the fella I’d had breakfast with. I locked it away in my brain.
I fancy a walk lads, get some air in these lungs, anyone up for a stroll.
Jesus no its freezing out there Daithi.
Well sure maybe i’ll walk to the shop, anyone need anything?
We could do with more fags, and skins, and milk at least.
Grand sure I’ll be back in ten. I better take a joint 4 the road.
Good man, good man, one of the other fellas was laughing, no change in you then Daithi boy!
I sat rolled two joints, handed one to Sean.
Here Sean spark that up, see ye in a bit.
Good man Daithi.
I lit my joint, pulled my coat from under a chair and wrapped myself up. I grabbed my hat from under a foot and stuck it on my head.
I opened the door.
I walked down the drive.
Now to find out where I was. An estate, concrete jungle, kids playing on bikes, throwing eggs at each other. Classy. Hey kid. Ignored. Hey kid. The kid stops his bike, lofts his arm with the egg in it. Looks at me, sizes me up, holds fire.
What’s this place called?
He fires the egg. It misses by about an inch. He laughs and rides off.
I stand there for a minute and watch the playing cards attached to his wheel spokes go round clacking. It’s like they are repeating, what a fucking idiot over and over again. I agree.
I head towards what looks like the exit. fortunately after a few hundred yards I see the main road. There’s a bus stop. Cool. I check my pockets. No money. Ah fuck.
There’s a woman at the bus stop.
Excuse me could you tell me the road to Dublin.
Your on it son, she gives me a gentle smile. Go that way.
I look up the long road and see a sign Dublin 96 miles.
Cheers, thanks.
I cross the road, and hold out my thumb and watch cars whizz by in a hazy drug stupor.
After a time a car stopped. I run to catch it and hop in the driver seat.
Thanks very much, are you heading to Dublin?
I am son.
Ah great.
Where you from?
Donegal, Letterkenny.
You’re a long way from home lad, what brought you to Waterford?
Waterford? I wish I knew. I really wish i knew.
END
START
Jesus you fucking prick do you get the point here? He wants the glasses, they are going to pay for them, it’s nothing to do with you. Jesus.
Daithi, maybe you’d like to take a few minutes and calm down? Outside.
I looked around the table, 12 or 13 stony faces stared back at me. White coats, white uniforms, some suits and then me, 22 years old and wearing jeans. Okay I’ve always had problems with authority and in particular Doctors. I mean how the hell are they supposed to become normal human beings? They study each evening from the time they go home from school to the day they leave secondary schools just to get the 9 A1s they need to get to college and then in college they have to study all the hours God sends and then in the hospitals they make them work 90 hours a week until they graduate. and people say their bedside manner has deteriorated! Mother of Gods they have the emotional development of an 11 year old so what do you expect?
I held my breath in my mouth. Fuming. Wanting to lash out. Desperately getting control of myself, focusing on a point against the wall. I stood up and slowly put one foot in front of each other until I reached the door. I didn’t look back at all.
I stood outside,heart pounding in my chest, breath shallow. All around me people went on with their busy work. Fuck I’m in trouble now. The door opened, it was Irene, the head Social Worker. She pulled out a packet of fags and nodded outside. We walked and nothing was said. My heart beat faster, I could feel bile rising in the back of my mouth.
Listen you are right, but the way you are going about it is going to get everyone’s backs up, I’m going to be called in to see the Head Consultant now. I’ll smooth it but in the meantime I want you to apologise and while it’s nice to see you getting so passionate you need to calm down and channel it better.
Now go sort out those glasses.
The relief flooded over me, I almost tripped over I ran so fast back to the office. I picked up the phone and rang the Body Positive number
hi Sean? Daithi here from James’ Hospital? yeh let’s go with the raybans, can we get them today, not sure if he’s going to last many more days... cool, I’ll meet you in town.
I’ve never been shopping for Raybans with a gay fella before, its quite a buzz, and of course I was paranoid that all the shop assistants would think we were a couple, and of course they did! but it was a laugh and over a few hours and many shops Sean told me about how he became HIV positive and how he hooked up with the support agency he now worked for, and lurid tales of Catholic bishops in massage parlours and saunas. Of hte priest who collapsed in a notorious ‘gym’ and another priest gave him the last rites before legging it! We did lunch, drank coffee and made friends and discussed Daniel O’ Donnell’s sexual orientation. I laughed so hard latte exited my nose.
Heading back on the bus and staring into the Dublin drizzle I couldn't help feeling that maybe I’d pitched myself in too deep here, I was only a student after all, 22 years old and working in the GUM clinic of St James Hospital. Sadly this has nothing to do with mouths and everything to do with Genito- Urinary Medicine. The clap clinic, ladies and gentlemen. And really I wasn’t handling it oh so well. My head was being blown apart by what I was hearing from people about their lives, their sexual behaviour and the impending death of some of my clients, add to that my pathological fear of hospitals and my complete and utter phobia of hypodermic needles and really my natural arrogance and over confidence had pitched me in the shit again. At least Irene was on my side maybe I’d get out of this with a decent mark after all, maybe one day I would really graduate. Maybe. An maybe I was way way out of my depth, but today wasn’t about me, today I had something important to do, a dying wish to fulfill.
Colin was sitting up in bed, he looked so pale, the karposa’s syndrome covered most of his face with a glaring red rash so he had one fragile hand placed protectively in fornt of his proud face. Vane to the last, fair play to him. His long black hair still shone and his eyes lit up.
Good news?
Good news.
The Scooter?
Not the Scooter.
The Sunglasses?
I grinned as I revealed the raybans from behind my back, he screamed in delight, and threw his arms around me, I could feel his bones beneath his silk pyjamas, I could feel his heart pounding. He felt so fragile, so weak, it reminded me of other people I had known who had died, of my cousin Wendy who died when we were ten, who wasted away with cancer and how we used to push her around in a kiddies buggy near the end. She didn’t take any shit though. Right up until the end she took no shit. He let me go and swung his legs over the side of the bed, I took his forearn and led him onto the floor, stopping only to put on his slippers. He took the glasses reverently and slid them on. A perfect fit.
How do I look?
a million dollars Col, a million dollars.
The whole ward had stopped and were looking.He spoke clear and loud.
Well how do i look?
A big nurse was smiling.
You look great ya eejit.
I could hear people murmuring in agreement.
A mirror, a mirror, get me a mirror.
He hadn’t looked in a mirror for quite some time now.
Oh I look fabulous, thank you, thank you, thank you.
I hugged him again and said I’d see him later. I never did. When I came back on Monday he was dead. As per his last will they buried him in his raybans.
END
and another
START
Goodbye to Jenni
Good man Daithi, fancy some breakfast?
I looked up groggily from the couch. The T.V. was blaring daytime telly, the kitchen door was open and a fella was smiling at me. I guessed he was the one who had asked the question.
Yeh, cheers thanks. Cup of tea would be great, and a bit of toast.
How about a big dirty fry? It was said in a deep southern accent.
oh jesus no. cheers, thanks. god no, dont think my stomach could take it. anyway I’m a veggie.
Ah sure I know that! Just testing. Sure I know all you vegetarians yearn for a bit of bacon. You can you know I wont tell anyone.
Jesus if if I was going to I couldn't stomach it today. What did we get up to anyway?
You mean you dont remember? Ah you’re a good one! Oh there’s some craic ahead when Jennie finds that out. Hoo hoo you are the mutts nuts boy, that you are!
I looked around me at the dishevelled sitting room, table filled with tobacco, cigarette papers, mugs of half drunk tea, empty cans of beer. It looked like quite a night alright.
I tried to get my cold brain started, I remembered smoking with Rosie and Tom in the flat in Portrush, then Fyfe and Harry calling round. Harry saying something about Pete driving to Ballymena to see Charlie to score. I remember getting in the car.. then.. blank. Maybe we had crashed in Ballymena or at some friend of Harry’s.
I thought I’d start off easy I mean the guy obviously knew me so no point freaking him out.
What time of day is it?
About three, you’ve been sleeping away happy since about 9, the others crashed upstairs. I’ll give them a shout in a while and sure we can see what we are going to do with the rest of the day, and tonight.
Great, any idea what day is it then?
What day is it? Jesus you are the boy! oh that’s a good one! its tuesday, no thursday, no saturday, what day is it?! oh you’re funny man.
Right not getting any info there, oh remote control! Press the teletext, no teletext. Fuck.
Oh well, I pulled the cigarette papers towards me, and took out three. I put two to my lips and gently licked the end of them. I stuck them together and turned them flat on the table. I took the other skin, licked it along its length and stuck it to the back of the others, smoothed it down with my fingers.
I looked up, the tea arrived in a strong fist. The fella smiled behind it.
Start as you mean to go on boy, start as you mean to go on.
I nodded and slurped my tea, it hit an empty well of a stomach and the realisation bit that I hadn’t eaten anything for days. Panic tried to rise. I held the mug tightly until I calmed a bit.
I concentrated on rolling the joint, adding the tobacco, crumbling the hash in a fierce meditative manner. I added the roach, sat back and sparked it up. I inhaled deeply, right down into my tantien and felt the calm wave fill my body, out from my centre to my extremities.
Jaysus you’re loving that! Dont be moving in to it boy. Make sure it gets over here.
Time enough yourself boy, the first of the day cant be rushed.
True true, your wise enough Daithi lad. So you dont really remember anything of last night? He had a wry smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
No fuck all. And dont you be making up stories either. Jaysus you know I might have to be thinking of heading home soon...
Home? home? I thought you’d moved in here! He laughed. Jenni wont be happy to hear of you moving back up to the cold north. Anyway sure its not a journey to be starting this late in the day sure it’d be a good 8 hours or so on the bus. how would you get there anyway?
Guess the bus? maybe through Dublin? my heart started to pound in my chest.
Aye Dublin would be sensible. Have you folks you could stop off with?
Oh aye, relief flooded in again, oh aye good mates in Phibsboro.
A girl? he looked intently at me now.
No God no, just mates, the lads. They all play in bands dont know if you’ve heard of any? In Motion, Pet Lamb, The Jubilee Allstars, Dogday?
Ah sure Pet Lamb are great sure they play down here all the time! Oh man they rock! which one do you know?
Dave, the drummer.
Oh jaysus he’s brilliant! Fair play lad. Think I’ve heard of the Jubilee Allstars too, any good?
Great, kind of lo- fi you know?
He nodded. blankly, then stood up.
Right time to wake the posse, you sure you dont remember anything?
If you keep that slagging up I’m fucking off, right?
Fair enough boy, fair enough. He laughed again. A nice laugh in fairness.
So here was the rub, I was bolloxed in the deep south somewhere, no idea where, no idea when and no idea who with, and it looked like I had hooked up with a girl and God above only knew what she looked like but I was about to find out....
A clatter of footsteps on the stairs and one, two, three, four fellas half fell, half ran down the stairs, all in Doc Martens boots, a horrible thought crossed my brain, Jesus no, I couldn't have .. no Jennie couldn't be .. a fella could she?
Your out of luck boy, the beautiful Jennie has already taken herself off to the leisure centre for a swim. Must be keeping herself fit for you like.
Now I had four grinning faces to contend with.
You already smoking boy jesus youre an animal, or so Jennie told us.
Much laughter.
Any breakfast going? the lad at the back spoke.
Get it your fucking self.
Jesus Sean no need to be like that.
Good one name, Sean the fella I’d had breakfast with. I locked it away in my brain.
I fancy a walk lads, get some air in these lungs, anyone up for a stroll.
Jesus no its freezing out there Daithi.
Well sure maybe i’ll walk to the shop, anyone need anything?
We could do with more fags, and skins, and milk at least.
Grand sure I’ll be back in ten. I better take a joint 4 the road.
Good man, good man, one of the other fellas was laughing, no change in you then Daithi boy!
I sat rolled two joints, handed one to Sean.
Here Sean spark that up, see ye in a bit.
Good man Daithi.
I lit my joint, pulled my coat from under a chair and wrapped myself up. I grabbed my hat from under a foot and stuck it on my head.
I opened the door.
I walked down the drive.
Now to find out where I was. An estate, concrete jungle, kids playing on bikes, throwing eggs at each other. Classy. Hey kid. Ignored. Hey kid. The kid stops his bike, lofts his arm with the egg in it. Looks at me, sizes me up, holds fire.
What’s this place called?
He fires the egg. It misses by about an inch. He laughs and rides off.
I stand there for a minute and watch the playing cards attached to his wheel spokes go round clacking. It’s like they are repeating, what a fucking idiot over and over again. I agree.
I head towards what looks like the exit. fortunately after a few hundred yards I see the main road. There’s a bus stop. Cool. I check my pockets. No money. Ah fuck.
There’s a woman at the bus stop.
Excuse me could you tell me the road to Dublin.
Your on it son, she gives me a gentle smile. Go that way.
I look up the long road and see a sign Dublin 96 miles.
Cheers, thanks.
I cross the road, and hold out my thumb and watch cars whizz by in a hazy drug stupor.
After a time a car stopped. I run to catch it and hop in the driver seat.
Thanks very much, are you heading to Dublin?
I am son.
Ah great.
Where you from?
Donegal, Letterkenny.
You’re a long way from home lad, what brought you to Waterford?
Waterford? I wish I knew. I really wish i knew.
END
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
The Last Hour of me at the Fubar is now available as a download click here :
Fubar's Last Hour
it's 70mb.
Fubar's Last Hour
it's 70mb.
Celtronic & Void present Factory Sounds
Saturday November 3rd @ Void, Patrick St, Derry
Gallery One (House/Techno):
Deep Fried Funk DJ's
Paul Brown
Gallery Two (Dub/Reggae/Ska):
Daithi (Cheeba - Letterkenny)
Mark Kenny
Dave McRave
Paul Shaka
Gallery Three (Electronica/Experimental)
Stephen McCauley (Electric Mainline)
Hago (Global Virus)
Vincent O'Callaghan
Doors: 9pm - Late Adm: £5/6
Full Bar Facilities Available
Celtronic and Void join forces to present 'Factory Sounds', an audio-visual spectacular celebrating the cave raves of the 80's/90's. on Saturday November 3rd.
The event marks the closing of Matt Stokes' exhibition 'Now is Early' , which is currently at Void until the 2nd November . 'Now is Early' pays homage to the first rave era, in particular a series of cave raves which took place in the Lake District on the cusp of the 1990s. The exhibition includes glass cases full of rave paraphenalia - flyers, membership cards, cassette tapes, newspaper cuttings plus an exact replica of the sound system used in the Lake District caves.
The event on November 3rd will use all three galleries in Void. Gallery one will feature house and techno with Deep Fried Funk DJ's and Paul Brown. Gallery Two will focus on reggae, dub and ska with Daithi (Cheeba, Letterkenny), Mark Kenny, Dave McRave and Paul Shaka while the third Gallery space will feature a soundtrack of electronica and experimental tracks provided by Stephen McCauley (BBC Electric Mainline), Hago (Global Virus), and Vincent O'Callaghan.
The venue will be transformed throughout with an installation by local artist Ciaran O'Dochartaigh (The Blue Room) and projected visuals by F12.
Void is located at Patrick Street, Derry in the basement of the Old City Factory building. Doors via back entrance to Void. Doors: 9pm - late. Adm: £5/6. Full bar facilities available. Early arrival is advised as numbers are very limited.
Saturday November 3rd @ Void, Patrick St, Derry
Gallery One (House/Techno):
Deep Fried Funk DJ's
Paul Brown
Gallery Two (Dub/Reggae/Ska):
Daithi (Cheeba - Letterkenny)
Mark Kenny
Dave McRave
Paul Shaka
Gallery Three (Electronica/Experimental)
Stephen McCauley (Electric Mainline)
Hago (Global Virus)
Vincent O'Callaghan
Doors: 9pm - Late Adm: £5/6
Full Bar Facilities Available
Celtronic and Void join forces to present 'Factory Sounds', an audio-visual spectacular celebrating the cave raves of the 80's/90's. on Saturday November 3rd.
The event marks the closing of Matt Stokes' exhibition 'Now is Early' , which is currently at Void until the 2nd November . 'Now is Early' pays homage to the first rave era, in particular a series of cave raves which took place in the Lake District on the cusp of the 1990s. The exhibition includes glass cases full of rave paraphenalia - flyers, membership cards, cassette tapes, newspaper cuttings plus an exact replica of the sound system used in the Lake District caves.
The event on November 3rd will use all three galleries in Void. Gallery one will feature house and techno with Deep Fried Funk DJ's and Paul Brown. Gallery Two will focus on reggae, dub and ska with Daithi (Cheeba, Letterkenny), Mark Kenny, Dave McRave and Paul Shaka while the third Gallery space will feature a soundtrack of electronica and experimental tracks provided by Stephen McCauley (BBC Electric Mainline), Hago (Global Virus), and Vincent O'Callaghan.
The venue will be transformed throughout with an installation by local artist Ciaran O'Dochartaigh (The Blue Room) and projected visuals by F12.
Void is located at Patrick Street, Derry in the basement of the Old City Factory building. Doors via back entrance to Void. Doors: 9pm - late. Adm: £5/6. Full bar facilities available. Early arrival is advised as numbers are very limited.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
The Ulster Orchestra
As mentioned in Thursday’s paper the Ulster Orchestra are coming to An Grianan for the first time and with a very fine programme. Their soloist is Emma Johnson. Acclaimed by The Times as ‘Britain's favourite clarinettist’ she began to study the clarinet at the age of nine. In 1984 she won the BBC Young Musician of the Year Competition televised throughout Europe and in 1991 was a winner of the Young Concert Artist Auditions in New York. Emma has given master classes all over the world and was awarded an MBE in the Queen's Birthday Honours list in 1996. Emma Johnson has appeared with many leading orchestras including London Symphony, Philharmonia, Royal Philharmonic, Hallé, Tokyo Philharmonic, Salzburg Camerata and Netherlands Philharmonic in repertoire which includes over forty different concertos. She has sold well over a quarter of a million discs worldwide. Here she will perform the beautiful Mozart's Clarinet Concerto. It’s on Monday 22nd October. To book call 074 91 20777.
Letterkenny Film Club
The Film Club has relocated to the Regional Cultural Centre, that shiny building at the rear of An Grianan, and next up is Days of Glory, a French/ Moroccan, Algerian and Belgian production which took the Best Actor award at Cannes 2006. The blurb goes: With strong visual and even stronger emotions, Rachid Bouchareb’s ‘Day’s of Glory’ makes a powerful war film about a particularly unique subject. World War II historians tend to ignore the contributions and sacrifices made in the liberation of France by North African or ‘indigenous’ soldiers of the French army. It’s at 8pm call 0749129186 for more info.
Damien McGinley exhibition at An Grianan
A roaring success already with over half the pictures sold, Damien McGinley's latest exhibition sees a maturing of style and vision. Where last year’s outing seemed often hesitant and choppy, here a clear mode of execution links all the works. And it works well. Clearly there are strong influences form graphic novels and record and book artwork but whereas last year he aped his heroes here it is clearly only an influence and the work McGinley’s own. Well worth a visit it’s easy to see why so many people have decided to purchase, if he can make these strides in a year it will be interesting to see where he is in five years time. Probably beyond the reach of the pockets of us mere mortals!
Exhibition at the Cristeph
The Cristeph Gallery, on the Port Road just below the theatre, has an exhibition by five women artists opening on 19th October. It features work by Delores Dunleavey, Maria Noonan McDermott, Brigid Birney, Mary Ronayne and Lisa Bond. It will run until 3rd November.
Ross Fine Art, Ramelton
Ross Fine Art is a gallery in the heritage town of Ramelton, County Donegal, which specialises in Irish art and also carries selected artists from abroad. It is owned by the painter Janet Ross who has lived locally for many years. Ross Fine Art also promotes the art of Donegal, and carries a selection of work by widely-known local artists, including Derek Hill, Jacinta Feeney, Trudie Mooney, Wolfram Stumpf and Johnny Boyle. The current exhibition takes up two of the four rooms in the gallery in Mallbridge House (beside Whoriskey’s) , and there's a lot of contrast in the approach taken by the four featured artists.
Fiona McGee's paintings are real charmers and distinctive in both their subject matter and colouring. She rejoices in scenes of brightly-coloured fields, with their grasses and bog cotton and hilly backdrops. Ten of George Putttman’s paintings feature scenes in the Ramelton area, including the famous quay, and there are other charmers from Buncrana and Rathmullan. Gail Warner-Pryce is an artist from Cornwall and most of the paintings on show for the exhibition feature coastal scenes, particularly beaches. Piet Sluis is well-known as a graphic designer and a children's book illustrator and this is reflected in the beautifully-coloured and detailed paintings on show. There’s also a classy new website at www.rossfineart.ie or you can call them on 0749152554.
New Releases from SoulJazz Records
One of the best night’s we had in Letterkenny over the past year was when the fabulous Soul Jazz Records sound System hit town. And as their name would suggest they also have a records label named, funnily enough, Soul Jazz Records. They recently sent me three of their new releases to listen to: Jamaica Funk, The Soul Jazz Singles collection, and Brazil 70. First up is Soul Jazz Records singles, all their single releases over the last two years for the first time on triple CD. It’s quite a broad range with Dancehall, Reggae, Italo-Disco, Baile Funk, Dubstep, German Rock, Post-Punk, Deep Techno and House all featuring. As a flavour of the new releases Soul Jazz do its a good introduction to a label that many thought was only into rereleases. Brazil 70 is the follow up to the superb “Tropicalia: A Revolution in Sound” and takes up exactly where the first volume took off mixing up styles and featuring killer Brazilian tunes all influenced by American and British underground rock music from the early 70s. It follows Brazilian music in the aftermath of Tropicalia as the country’s dictatorship entered its most oppressive phase. Musicians and artists such as Gilberto Gil, Caetano Veloso, Tom Ze, Rita Lee (Os Mutantes lead-singer) and Gal Costa entered a new phase mixing rock, funk, samba and soul alongside a wealth of like-minded new artists such as Novos Baianos, Raul Seixas, Nelson Angelo and Joyce (who played at last year’s Errigal Arts Festival) and more. It’s great, shimmy like you’ve won the world cup!
Jamaica Funk, given my own musical preferences was always going to be my favourite of these three. It is a stellar selection of rare Reggae Funk and Soul 45s. Mostly released in Jamaica in the early 1970s, these 45’s feature versions of songs by Betty Wright, Al Green, The Stylistics, Bill Withers, The JBs and more as well as original cuts. Cracking. To buy any of these go to www.souljazzrecords.co.uk or your local music shop!
As mentioned in Thursday’s paper the Ulster Orchestra are coming to An Grianan for the first time and with a very fine programme. Their soloist is Emma Johnson. Acclaimed by The Times as ‘Britain's favourite clarinettist’ she began to study the clarinet at the age of nine. In 1984 she won the BBC Young Musician of the Year Competition televised throughout Europe and in 1991 was a winner of the Young Concert Artist Auditions in New York. Emma has given master classes all over the world and was awarded an MBE in the Queen's Birthday Honours list in 1996. Emma Johnson has appeared with many leading orchestras including London Symphony, Philharmonia, Royal Philharmonic, Hallé, Tokyo Philharmonic, Salzburg Camerata and Netherlands Philharmonic in repertoire which includes over forty different concertos. She has sold well over a quarter of a million discs worldwide. Here she will perform the beautiful Mozart's Clarinet Concerto. It’s on Monday 22nd October. To book call 074 91 20777.
Letterkenny Film Club
The Film Club has relocated to the Regional Cultural Centre, that shiny building at the rear of An Grianan, and next up is Days of Glory, a French/ Moroccan, Algerian and Belgian production which took the Best Actor award at Cannes 2006. The blurb goes: With strong visual and even stronger emotions, Rachid Bouchareb’s ‘Day’s of Glory’ makes a powerful war film about a particularly unique subject. World War II historians tend to ignore the contributions and sacrifices made in the liberation of France by North African or ‘indigenous’ soldiers of the French army. It’s at 8pm call 0749129186 for more info.
Damien McGinley exhibition at An Grianan
A roaring success already with over half the pictures sold, Damien McGinley's latest exhibition sees a maturing of style and vision. Where last year’s outing seemed often hesitant and choppy, here a clear mode of execution links all the works. And it works well. Clearly there are strong influences form graphic novels and record and book artwork but whereas last year he aped his heroes here it is clearly only an influence and the work McGinley’s own. Well worth a visit it’s easy to see why so many people have decided to purchase, if he can make these strides in a year it will be interesting to see where he is in five years time. Probably beyond the reach of the pockets of us mere mortals!
Exhibition at the Cristeph
The Cristeph Gallery, on the Port Road just below the theatre, has an exhibition by five women artists opening on 19th October. It features work by Delores Dunleavey, Maria Noonan McDermott, Brigid Birney, Mary Ronayne and Lisa Bond. It will run until 3rd November.
Ross Fine Art, Ramelton
Ross Fine Art is a gallery in the heritage town of Ramelton, County Donegal, which specialises in Irish art and also carries selected artists from abroad. It is owned by the painter Janet Ross who has lived locally for many years. Ross Fine Art also promotes the art of Donegal, and carries a selection of work by widely-known local artists, including Derek Hill, Jacinta Feeney, Trudie Mooney, Wolfram Stumpf and Johnny Boyle. The current exhibition takes up two of the four rooms in the gallery in Mallbridge House (beside Whoriskey’s) , and there's a lot of contrast in the approach taken by the four featured artists.
Fiona McGee's paintings are real charmers and distinctive in both their subject matter and colouring. She rejoices in scenes of brightly-coloured fields, with their grasses and bog cotton and hilly backdrops. Ten of George Putttman’s paintings feature scenes in the Ramelton area, including the famous quay, and there are other charmers from Buncrana and Rathmullan. Gail Warner-Pryce is an artist from Cornwall and most of the paintings on show for the exhibition feature coastal scenes, particularly beaches. Piet Sluis is well-known as a graphic designer and a children's book illustrator and this is reflected in the beautifully-coloured and detailed paintings on show. There’s also a classy new website at www.rossfineart.ie or you can call them on 0749152554.
New Releases from SoulJazz Records
One of the best night’s we had in Letterkenny over the past year was when the fabulous Soul Jazz Records sound System hit town. And as their name would suggest they also have a records label named, funnily enough, Soul Jazz Records. They recently sent me three of their new releases to listen to: Jamaica Funk, The Soul Jazz Singles collection, and Brazil 70. First up is Soul Jazz Records singles, all their single releases over the last two years for the first time on triple CD. It’s quite a broad range with Dancehall, Reggae, Italo-Disco, Baile Funk, Dubstep, German Rock, Post-Punk, Deep Techno and House all featuring. As a flavour of the new releases Soul Jazz do its a good introduction to a label that many thought was only into rereleases. Brazil 70 is the follow up to the superb “Tropicalia: A Revolution in Sound” and takes up exactly where the first volume took off mixing up styles and featuring killer Brazilian tunes all influenced by American and British underground rock music from the early 70s. It follows Brazilian music in the aftermath of Tropicalia as the country’s dictatorship entered its most oppressive phase. Musicians and artists such as Gilberto Gil, Caetano Veloso, Tom Ze, Rita Lee (Os Mutantes lead-singer) and Gal Costa entered a new phase mixing rock, funk, samba and soul alongside a wealth of like-minded new artists such as Novos Baianos, Raul Seixas, Nelson Angelo and Joyce (who played at last year’s Errigal Arts Festival) and more. It’s great, shimmy like you’ve won the world cup!
Jamaica Funk, given my own musical preferences was always going to be my favourite of these three. It is a stellar selection of rare Reggae Funk and Soul 45s. Mostly released in Jamaica in the early 1970s, these 45’s feature versions of songs by Betty Wright, Al Green, The Stylistics, Bill Withers, The JBs and more as well as original cuts. Cracking. To buy any of these go to www.souljazzrecords.co.uk or your local music shop!
Thursday, October 11, 2007
An Grianan theatre’s current season is on sale and sales are good, well why wouldn’t they be? Sure it’s only the best season ever, but don’t take my word for it look at these gems coming up:
Ulster Orchestra
The Ulster Orchestra arrive on Monday 22 October .Niklas Willén is the conductorand Emma Johnson, clarinet, is the soloist. Programme:Dag Wirén: Serenade. Mozart: Clarinet Concerto. Stravinsky: Dumbarton Oaks. Haydn: Symphony No. 85, La Reine. Mozart’s Clarinet Concerto with its autumnal tone, easy-going melodies and bubbly finale was his last completed work before his death at the age of 35 – it remains one of his most popular. Who better to play it than Emma Johnson? a former BBC Young Musician of the Year, and now an internationally renowned virtuoso.
Sean Hughes
Sean Hughes is on Thursday 25 October at 8pm. As seen in Coronation Street! At the age of 24, Sean became the youngest comedian ever to win the prestigious Perrier Comedy Award. Now aged 41, but “spiritually 11”, he has enjoyed almost 2 decades at the top of the comedy tree. The Sean Hughes National Tour is a long overdue return to the comedy circuit by one of the best stand-ups of his generation. He has retained his distinctly dark,explosive style, his quick-fire banter with the audience and “his piercing eye for the expectation-flipping one liner” (Evening Standard). More topical than tomorrow’s news, his twisted gaze can fall upon anything and everything, from dog death to his love of teenage indie pop. No two nights with Sean are ever the same - each one, an original and authenticated masterpiece, never to be seen again…After so long away from his natural habitat Sean is returning to his first love…stand up comedy.
Druid Theatre Company
Druid Theatre Company, Ireland’s leading theatre Company return to An Grianan this time with the funny ‘My Brilliant Divorce’ on Thursday 15 to Saturday 17 November at 8pm. Druid's third production of Geraldine Aron's hilarious but poignant story sees Deirdre O' Kane take over the role previously played by Glenne Headley and Dawn French. Angela has been recently deserted by her accountant husband for a younger model and finds herself adrift in a sea of weird encounters, sneaky solicitors, phone-in counsellors, and a bad case of hypochondria! Should she fight to keep her husband? Or should she sign the final papers and move on? Come see why it was such a hit in London's West End... The Letterkenny performances kindly sponsored by La Maison, Canal Road, Letterkenny.
Rough Magic
Another first for us as the wonderful Rough Magic bring us Improbable Frequency on Monday 26 and Tuesday 27 November at 8pm. By Arthur Riordan and Bell Helicopter and Directed by the superb Lynne Parker.
It’s the Winner of three Irish Times Theatre Awards including Best Production and Best Director, Improbable Frequency is a joyous surreal satire that lifts the lid on Ireland’s beloved neutrality and cuts to the heart of the tempestuous affair with its nearest neighbour – England!
It’s 1941. Europe is at war and espionage is the front line. As the rest of the world gets on with the small matter of the Second World War, Dublin’s lights burn flagrantly and Europe’s intellectual elite has come to play. But suspicious messages on a radio-request show have drawn the attention of M15 and a diffident young code-breaker is dispatched to Dublin to determine which side neutral Ireland is really on.
To book, get a brochure, or ask any questions call the Box Office on 074 9120777 or go online at www.angrianan.com
Warhol Exhibition
The Model in Sligo have been doing wonderful things for a few years now and this latest talking point is a Warhol exhibition. Now I’m a big big Warhol fan, well everyone in Marketing should be because he basically wrote the rule book! This major exhibition marks the work of Andy Warhol and those involved in his expansive studio, the Factory. It presents the Factory as a centre of experimental art production and will bring some of the most important work emerging from the studio during that time to Ireland including film, painting, photography, sculpture, music and books. During this period Warhol expanded his practice into a collaboration with the seminal band the Velvet Underground and the exhibition will include films and music resulting from this collaboration. As a reflection of the multi-disciplinary nature of the Factory it will also include key screen-prints from the period including the Electric Chair and Photo Booth series, the ‘disposable’ Silver Cloud sculptures, and a large collection of iconic photographs documenting the Factory taken by Billy Name, Stephen Shore and Nat Finkelstein.
Many of these works have not been seen in Ireland before and this exhibition presents a rare opportunity to address the creative legacy of Warhol and those artists working with him during this extraordinarily productive period of the Factory’s history. The exhibition will be accompanied by a fully illustrated catalogue with essays by Jan Winkelmann and Francis McKee. There will be associated seasons of talks, film and music to coincide with The Eternal Now. Call the Model on 071- 9141405 or surf to www.modelart.ie
Damien Dempsey at the Balor
Damien Dempsey returns to the Balor for the third year running. It says in the press release: One of Irelands most talented songwriters and compelling live performers, Damiens brand of hard urban folk is a natural fit with the Balors surroundings. It's a rare treat to see a natural performer who regularly sells out 1,000 seater venues in such an intimate setting as the Balor. Damiens annual Balor gigs are always an experience - this year especially so as it will be his last performance in the old 'Ritz Cinema' Balor before the theatre moves to new premises in early '08.For Bookings and more information contact the Balor on 074 91 31840. Me I’m no fan of Dempsey’s ‘Christy Moore if he came from Dublin’ style sing a longs but I know a lot of people do like him.
Regional Cultural Centre Exhibition
Irish Art 1947-1974, The Great Southern, 2nd October - 21 December 2007. Donegal is privileged to host this significant National collection of Irish Art 1947-1974. It features many of Ireland’s leading 2oth Century artists including: George Campbell, Anne Madden, Patrick Collins, Norah McGuinness, Nano Reid, and Patrick Scott. The collection was originally assembled when Great Southern Hotels were in public ownership, as is one of the best known and widely admired modern art collections in Ireland. It is loaned to us by the Crawford Gallery in Cork. The exhibition will be accompanied by a comprehensive education programme aimed at both Secondary and Primary students.
Film Club at the Regional Cultural Centre
The autumn film programme begins on Thursday 4th October at 8pm with ‘Moliere’, a lavish costume drama that imagines what happened when the French playwright mysteriously disappeared in 1644. ‘Romance, creativity, subterfuge and repartee are among the pleasures to be had in this consistently diverting, bittersweet costumer’ (Variety). And it’s film night, every Thursday at 8pm until 6 December, with a jam packed programme of the most acclaimed new international films, right here in Letterkenny. Call them on 074 91 29186.
Contact: get me on chiba at eircom dot net. or see me djing in the Central each and every Friday night. Musically this week its all about the Jamaican Funk.
Ulster Orchestra
The Ulster Orchestra arrive on Monday 22 October .Niklas Willén is the conductorand Emma Johnson, clarinet, is the soloist. Programme:Dag Wirén: Serenade. Mozart: Clarinet Concerto. Stravinsky: Dumbarton Oaks. Haydn: Symphony No. 85, La Reine. Mozart’s Clarinet Concerto with its autumnal tone, easy-going melodies and bubbly finale was his last completed work before his death at the age of 35 – it remains one of his most popular. Who better to play it than Emma Johnson? a former BBC Young Musician of the Year, and now an internationally renowned virtuoso.
Sean Hughes
Sean Hughes is on Thursday 25 October at 8pm. As seen in Coronation Street! At the age of 24, Sean became the youngest comedian ever to win the prestigious Perrier Comedy Award. Now aged 41, but “spiritually 11”, he has enjoyed almost 2 decades at the top of the comedy tree. The Sean Hughes National Tour is a long overdue return to the comedy circuit by one of the best stand-ups of his generation. He has retained his distinctly dark,explosive style, his quick-fire banter with the audience and “his piercing eye for the expectation-flipping one liner” (Evening Standard). More topical than tomorrow’s news, his twisted gaze can fall upon anything and everything, from dog death to his love of teenage indie pop. No two nights with Sean are ever the same - each one, an original and authenticated masterpiece, never to be seen again…After so long away from his natural habitat Sean is returning to his first love…stand up comedy.
Druid Theatre Company
Druid Theatre Company, Ireland’s leading theatre Company return to An Grianan this time with the funny ‘My Brilliant Divorce’ on Thursday 15 to Saturday 17 November at 8pm. Druid's third production of Geraldine Aron's hilarious but poignant story sees Deirdre O' Kane take over the role previously played by Glenne Headley and Dawn French. Angela has been recently deserted by her accountant husband for a younger model and finds herself adrift in a sea of weird encounters, sneaky solicitors, phone-in counsellors, and a bad case of hypochondria! Should she fight to keep her husband? Or should she sign the final papers and move on? Come see why it was such a hit in London's West End... The Letterkenny performances kindly sponsored by La Maison, Canal Road, Letterkenny.
Rough Magic
Another first for us as the wonderful Rough Magic bring us Improbable Frequency on Monday 26 and Tuesday 27 November at 8pm. By Arthur Riordan and Bell Helicopter and Directed by the superb Lynne Parker.
It’s the Winner of three Irish Times Theatre Awards including Best Production and Best Director, Improbable Frequency is a joyous surreal satire that lifts the lid on Ireland’s beloved neutrality and cuts to the heart of the tempestuous affair with its nearest neighbour – England!
It’s 1941. Europe is at war and espionage is the front line. As the rest of the world gets on with the small matter of the Second World War, Dublin’s lights burn flagrantly and Europe’s intellectual elite has come to play. But suspicious messages on a radio-request show have drawn the attention of M15 and a diffident young code-breaker is dispatched to Dublin to determine which side neutral Ireland is really on.
To book, get a brochure, or ask any questions call the Box Office on 074 9120777 or go online at www.angrianan.com
Warhol Exhibition
The Model in Sligo have been doing wonderful things for a few years now and this latest talking point is a Warhol exhibition. Now I’m a big big Warhol fan, well everyone in Marketing should be because he basically wrote the rule book! This major exhibition marks the work of Andy Warhol and those involved in his expansive studio, the Factory. It presents the Factory as a centre of experimental art production and will bring some of the most important work emerging from the studio during that time to Ireland including film, painting, photography, sculpture, music and books. During this period Warhol expanded his practice into a collaboration with the seminal band the Velvet Underground and the exhibition will include films and music resulting from this collaboration. As a reflection of the multi-disciplinary nature of the Factory it will also include key screen-prints from the period including the Electric Chair and Photo Booth series, the ‘disposable’ Silver Cloud sculptures, and a large collection of iconic photographs documenting the Factory taken by Billy Name, Stephen Shore and Nat Finkelstein.
Many of these works have not been seen in Ireland before and this exhibition presents a rare opportunity to address the creative legacy of Warhol and those artists working with him during this extraordinarily productive period of the Factory’s history. The exhibition will be accompanied by a fully illustrated catalogue with essays by Jan Winkelmann and Francis McKee. There will be associated seasons of talks, film and music to coincide with The Eternal Now. Call the Model on 071- 9141405 or surf to www.modelart.ie
Damien Dempsey at the Balor
Damien Dempsey returns to the Balor for the third year running. It says in the press release: One of Irelands most talented songwriters and compelling live performers, Damiens brand of hard urban folk is a natural fit with the Balors surroundings. It's a rare treat to see a natural performer who regularly sells out 1,000 seater venues in such an intimate setting as the Balor. Damiens annual Balor gigs are always an experience - this year especially so as it will be his last performance in the old 'Ritz Cinema' Balor before the theatre moves to new premises in early '08.For Bookings and more information contact the Balor on 074 91 31840. Me I’m no fan of Dempsey’s ‘Christy Moore if he came from Dublin’ style sing a longs but I know a lot of people do like him.
Regional Cultural Centre Exhibition
Irish Art 1947-1974, The Great Southern, 2nd October - 21 December 2007. Donegal is privileged to host this significant National collection of Irish Art 1947-1974. It features many of Ireland’s leading 2oth Century artists including: George Campbell, Anne Madden, Patrick Collins, Norah McGuinness, Nano Reid, and Patrick Scott. The collection was originally assembled when Great Southern Hotels were in public ownership, as is one of the best known and widely admired modern art collections in Ireland. It is loaned to us by the Crawford Gallery in Cork. The exhibition will be accompanied by a comprehensive education programme aimed at both Secondary and Primary students.
Film Club at the Regional Cultural Centre
The autumn film programme begins on Thursday 4th October at 8pm with ‘Moliere’, a lavish costume drama that imagines what happened when the French playwright mysteriously disappeared in 1644. ‘Romance, creativity, subterfuge and repartee are among the pleasures to be had in this consistently diverting, bittersweet costumer’ (Variety). And it’s film night, every Thursday at 8pm until 6 December, with a jam packed programme of the most acclaimed new international films, right here in Letterkenny. Call them on 074 91 29186.
Contact: get me on chiba at eircom dot net. or see me djing in the Central each and every Friday night. Musically this week its all about the Jamaican Funk.
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