Buzzo
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I saw Paul Brady last night. I saw him and Andy Irvine perform their 1976 record, among other really deadly stuff. It was one of the greatest gigs I've ever been to. The venue was lovely- a roomier, slightly posher upstairs-in-the-International (Cherry Tree in Walkinstown), the crowd were mad into it (everyone knew the words to Arthur McBride when Brady invited the audience to join in for the repeat of the first verse at the end) and Brady and Irvine were in absolutely top form.
Whatever atrocities Brady has committed in the past few years, I completely forgive. The man is jesus blessed. His voice gave me the shivers (when he's not pulling his trendy soft rock shit), he's a gifted guitar/bozouki/mandolin player, and he's actually quite funny. Jokes all over the gaff.
(Irvine is just awesome anyway. And he was Awesome with Mozaik the night before in the Olympia. I feel like I've had all my musical deserts for the year in the first month.)
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Whatever atrocities Brady has committed in the past few years, I completely forgive. The man is jesus blessed. His voice gave me the shivers (when he's not pulling his trendy soft rock shit), he's a gifted guitar/bozouki/mandolin player, and he's actually quite funny. Jokes all over the gaff.
(Irvine is just awesome anyway. And he was Awesome with Mozaik the night before in the Olympia. I feel like I've had all my musical deserts for the year in the first month.)