I was just reminded by my faithful webmaster of my blog password. Does it matter that I lose all sense of time on the road?
Just off a few shows here in Ireland with the lovely Erin McKeown. The best of the times, I probably couldn’t really write about here, under some kind of confidentiality agreement for the kinds of jokes that slip our mouths at 3 in the morning and in freezing cold dressing rooms, but let’s just say the girl makes me hold my gut laughing. We were both still jet-lagged when we took the bus from Cork to Limerick, and passed out in that full on no dreams jet-lag kind of state. Luckily someone woke her up and so I woke up to her in my face saying “You have to wake up! Now!”
We saw a brilliant band on after us in Cork called Mumford & Sons. Jesus, they were fantastic. Kind of like Arcade Fire or something, but really on fire, I mean not really, but almost.
The past few days while my friends were out at work I’ve walked around Dublin in the rain, just so happy to see the place and the people. I stopped on the canal to look at the Swans and then on some unspoken cue they all began to swim towards me. I was laughing out loud to myself. Clearly they thought food would be involved. I didn’t want to be cruel, so I started walking away, but they were swimming along side, following me. Then for the craic, I stopped again, I couldn’t help it. They were undeterred, but I still had no food.
Saw Ron Sexsmith at Whelan’s on Thursday, oh my goodness. I felt like I learned something about love listening to that man sing and play.
Tied up Halloween by walking around looking at costumes and then watching a few episodes of Father Ted.
New songs are in progress. It’s strange the in-between stages, where you don’t really know yet what you’re going to say or how it will sound to people. They’re piling up. Got about 30 of ‘em now. My psychic says they’ll all go to some use. But I think I’ve got a few more to write before recording.
Tonight we’re off to see my old mate Luka Bloom at Vicar Street. I can’t wait.
As I type this, someone’s on American Idol in the background singing an overwrought version of Time after Time. I wish our culture didn’t make us so judgmental about everything. It’s hard to know what the think these days.
We’re all waiting on November 4th…
More soon –
