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Post by MrFurious on Mar 18, 2018 1:39:04 GMT
on this Paddy's day?
Is it gonna be a U2 one?
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Post by bravomailer on Mar 18, 2018 1:41:53 GMT
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Post by Sulla on Mar 18, 2018 5:34:12 GMT
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Post by staggerstag on Mar 18, 2018 21:36:47 GMT
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Post by sostie on Mar 18, 2018 23:32:12 GMT
A song about a London dog track by a band made up of mostly Englishmen, formed in London. Sounds Irish though...and a decent rack |
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Post by cypher on Mar 18, 2018 23:49:05 GMT
Rory Gallagher - Ain't Too Good
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Post by Fox in the Snow on Mar 19, 2018 8:11:34 GMT
MBV - "I Can See It (But I Can't Feel It)"
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Post by deembastille on Mar 19, 2018 10:54:47 GMT
Bonnie Partmore.
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Post by staggerstag on Mar 20, 2018 1:31:32 GMT
A song about a London dog track by a band made up of mostly Englishmen, formed in London. Sounds Irish though...and a decent rack
We came to the narrowest of bridges that led across a river. There were cars shooting past us as we clung to the little bits of steel railings that provided our way across. I remember Musketeer 1 A--- saying 'F*** this' but we went on. We didn't know where we were going but we were determined to have a good hour or two away from the hotel grounds. When we reached the other side of the bridge we found ourselves in a kind of different world, like we had landed in a place miles away from the lush grounds of our hotel. The third musketeer R-- said 'Any pubs, boys?' and me and A--- just gave him blank stares. There was no one about. We were in the middle of County Claire and without a clue. I remember a lot of the terraced houses were coated in quite bright colours, colours reflected off the pale light given out by the scarce street lighting. It looked very cosy. At this point all we wanted was a beer and a good Guinness and it was then we heard the incoming sound of music. We carried on, aliens in this suburbia, meaning no harm, out for a good but respectful time before the wedding tomorrow.
Another few minutes and we came across what appeared to be somebody's front door. It looked like an ordinary residential terraced dwelling. Pink door. We heard music (The Coors 'Paddy McCarthy') and went in. The place was small, a real locals' local, you could tell. All my tourist credentials went out the window when a bearded barman sloped over to us as we stood at the end of the tiny bar and said, 'Lads?' We said Guinness. We drank it. We left. You couldn't blame him for being suspicious of us.
Along the road, still venturing further from the bridge that brought us here, we found another place. This was more like it. They were too nice to notice we were outsiders and we had a real good hour - 2 hours in their company. I do remember that Rain Street by the Pogues came on the jukey, then Misty Morning, Albert Bridge - but when I heard White City it was like sitting in your own living room playing your favourite songs. A really good time we had. I've tried googling those two pubs but to no avail. It was about ten or eleven years ago, but the memory has stuck with me, so that's why I chose the three songs for Fury's thread that I did.
(Aye, we got back to the hotel okay that night, Christ knows how) |
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Post by sostie on Mar 22, 2018 11:43:20 GMT
A song about a London dog track by a band made up of mostly Englishmen, formed in London. Sounds Irish though...and a decent rack
We came to the narrowest of bridges that led across a river. There were cars shooting past us as we clung to the little bits of steel railings that provided our way across. I remember Musketeer 1 A--- saying 'F*** this' but we went on. We didn't know where we were going but we were determined to have a good hour or two away from the hotel grounds. When we reached the other side of the bridge we found ourselves in a kind of different world, like we had landed in a place miles away from the lush grounds of our hotel. The third musketeer R-- said 'Any pubs, boys?' and me and A--- just gave him blank stares. There was no one about. We were in the middle of County Claire and without a clue. I remember a lot of the terraced houses were coated in quite bright colours, colours reflected off the pale light given out by the scarce street lighting. It looked very cosy. At this point all we wanted was a beer and a good Guinness and it was then we heard the incoming sound of music. We carried on, aliens in this suburbia, meaning no harm, out for a good but respectful time before the wedding tomorrow.
Another few minutes and we came across what appeared to be somebody's front door. It looked like an ordinary residential terraced dwelling. Pink door. We heard music (The Coors 'Paddy McCarthy') and went in. The place was small, a real locals' local, you could tell. All my tourist credentials went out the window when a bearded barman sloped over to us as we stood at the end of the tiny bar and said, 'Lads?' We said Guinness. We drank it. We left. You couldn't blame him for being suspicious of us.
Along the road, still venturing further from the bridge that brought us here, we found another place. This was more like it. They were too nice to notice we were outsiders and we had a real good hour - 2 hours in their company. I do remember that Rain Street by the Pogues came on the jukey, then Misty Morning, Albert Bridge - but when I heard White City it was like sitting in your own living room playing your favourite songs. A really good time we had. I've tried googling those two pubs but to no avail. It was about ten or eleven years ago, but the memory has stuck with me, so that's why I chose the three songs for Fury's thread that I did.
(Aye, we got back to the hotel okay that night, Christ knows how)I can understand why you chose them. If I was to pick tracks that reminded me of my trips to Ireland (to visit family) when I was very very young the two songs that spring to mind are The Carpenter's "Calling Occupants Of Interplanetary Craft" and David Bowie "Space Oddity" being played on the radio. Not sure why I remember those two tracks specifically...maybe because I was a childhood sci-fi fan. Not very Irish choices though. |
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