The Belle of Belfast City

You might know this song as I'll Tell Me Ma and I know I shared it before. I first heard it in a pub in Liverpoolon Saint Paddy's and I fell in love with it. Of course, as it is often called The Belle of Belfast City, I listened to it prior to and during our holiday in Belfast. Wolfie now knows some of the lyrics and has been humming it for the last few days. Ironically enough, I haven't heard much if any Irish music during our time there. I'm sharing the version by Possibly Irish, an American group from Oregon, because I quite like it. And also because I'm possibly Irish myself, sort of. I want to blog into more details about it, but apparently, some of my ancestors were Ulster Scots, so it is very possible that among my great, grandmothers, there were a few belles of Belfast City. I'd like to think so, ayway.

The Irish Pub

It is Saint Paddy's Day in less than two days and I have barely done anything about it on this blog, shame on me. So I decided that it was about time to share Irish music. Something from The High Kings. I know fairly little about them. But if there is something I love, it's an Irish pub. This song is not profound, but it's great fun anyway.

"I remember Dublin City..."

Tomorrow is Saint Paddy's Day and to get myself and my family in the mood I have been listening to a lot of Irish music, particularly the Dubliners. I thought this blog needed a bit more music, so I am sharing one Irish song here. I have been to Dublin only once in my life, for a week, I did not know it "in the rare old times", nevertheless it must have changed since. And in any case, I can relate to the nostalgic aspects of this song. We all have a Dublin somewhere, it may not be a town or a city, it may not be anywhere in particular, but it haunts us.

Dicey Reilly

Well, Saint Patrick's Day is not over yet, so let's celebrate, at least on this here blog, the lovely country that is Ireland. This is the one and only Guinness I've had today, such is the life of a father. But please feel free to have more and enjoy Irish music, hopefully in a pub, if not then at home. I have been listening to a lot of it today and tonight. Here is a famous one which I wanted to share tonight, called Dicey Reilly, about a lady of ill repute who is also an alcoholic. It is a proper drinking song. It is here performed by the Dubliners. It is the version of the late Ronnie Drew, and his low, raspy voice and attitude alone are worth the price of the ticket.

No, nay, never, no more...

Happy St-Paddy's Day everyone! And to all of you especially who have Irish blood and spirit (or Irish spirits in the blood). This was the one and only pint of Guinness I had to celebrate. Because I am a father now, I must behave. There used to be a time, I was far wilder and enthusiastic and this dark beer made me nurse many cases of Irish flu the next day. So of course this song is in order for tonight. This is the story of my wild youth and it is one I always listen to on St Paddy's. As for this pint of Guinness, my wife had a sip, which surprised me greatly, as she dislikes beer, dark ones most of all. I guess one cannot escape the Irish spirit, even an Englishwoman. And Wolfie looked longingly at it. He's my son all right.

Molly Malone (again)

Happy Saint Patrick's Day everyone! It is ending in a few hours here. I explained the sad situation I am in this year in this post earlier today. But I can still celebrate Ireland through its music and share it with you. I know I upload Molly Malone almost every year, but this is the first Irish song I've ever heard and I love it dearly. Take it as a tradition on this blog. Saint Paddy's Day would not be the same without it anyway. The picture on your right was taken in Dublin in March 2000, sixteen years ago. It was a moving moment to meet Dublin's most famous lady... and most famous ghost.

The Rising of the Moon

This week is Saint Patrick's Day, so it is about time to put everyone into an Irish celebration mood. So it was about time I uploaded some traditional Irish music here. Played and sung by The Dubliners. It is The Rising of the Moon, a revolutionary ballad I guess you can call it. A proud song for a proud people. I hope it gets you in the mood in any case.

Sweet Molly Malone

Happy Saint Patrick's Day everyone! I will start celebrating with you on this blog with a classic Irish song and the officious anthem of Dublin city. I know I uploaded Molly Malone a thousand times already. But it is a classic on this blog and I have a little anecdote to accompany the song. And anyway, there will be more music later, if I am sober enough. The picture above was taken by me fifteen years ago, in Dublin fair city itself. This is of course the statue of Molly Malone herself, on Grafton Street. It is a terrible picture, taken back in the days when we still used disposable cameras and not digital stuff. It was a very grey day in Dublin, my first day in the city. And walking around, there she was. Surrounded by people, as you could expect her to be, since she is a girl so pretty. And very... generous looking, let's put it this way. I did not even know there was a statue of her, but I recognized Molly Malone right away. She earned the less savoury nickname of "the tart with the cart", which could sound mean, but I think it is given affectionately. You can read more about my thought about the song here and here. But the best way to appreciate sweet Molly Malone is through the song that inspired her statue.

Guinness is good for you

Yes, Guinness is good for you, even if you only had two on St-Patrick's Day, like me this year (and last year too), because well it is full of good stuff in it and just because. But this year, I had another reason to enjoy Guinness: the company boycotted St-Patrick's Day parade in New York because the organizers, out of some flimsy, stupid Catholic objections, would not let gays and lesbians groups be part of it. So I am glad the company was not timorous and did the right thing, which sent the right message. Culture is not faith, or obedience to the backward views of a faith.

Anyway, as St Paddy's Day is about to end here, I am uploading another Irish song, Irish Rover. Sung, again, by the Dubliners. New York is mentioned, so it is fitting. And since the song is really upbeat, it will end the day with a bang.

The Leaving of Liverpool

Happy St-Patrick's Day everyone! To kick start the day, I am uploading The Leaving of Liverpool, sung by the Dubliners. This may seem uncongruous, but Liverpool has an important Irish diaspora, to the point when it is sometimes considered an Irish city East of Ireland. St-Paddy's is celebrated there just as intensely as anywhere in Ireland, maybe more so. I had my best St-Patrick's Day when I was living there. And this had to be acknowledged and celebrated in a song today. So here it is.

The Foggy Dew

It was foggy today. Well, it was more misty really, but hey, let's say it was foggy, because it made me think of an Irish ballad., The Foggy Dew. It is going to be St Patrick's Day soon, which means of course that I will celebrate in many ways, including by listening to Irish songs and put many here on this blog. I thought I would start getting everyone in the mood with this song. It is not a cheerful one, but a beautiful song about the eve of Irish independence. Performed here by the Dubliners.

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Fairrytale of New York

I first heard this song by The Pogues here in England. I first really started listening to it and paid attention to the lyrics recently. And I fell in love with it. I usually prefer old Christmas carols and think fairly little of new songs. But this one is brilliant, it is grim and bitter like Christmas can be sometimes, it is not preachy one bit like too many Christmas songs are. Yet, it remains festive, in spite of the bitterness and the disappointments life brings us. So I am uploading it on Vraie Fiction. Enjoy.

Molly Malone... en français?

C'est la Saint-Patrick aujourd'hui, alors je commence la journée avec... non pas une pinte, pas pour le moment, mais avec de la musique. Je tenais quand même à commencer cette journée avec un billet en français, j'ai donc trouvé cette interprétation de Molly Malone par... Renaud. Traduite. En général, j'exècre profondément les traductions de chansons, mais pas celle-ci. Renaud a une véritable affection pour la chanson originale et sa traduction libre reprend certaines légendes sur Molly Malone (sa mort de maladie vénérienne, notamment), ce qui rend l'interprétation intéressante.

Molly Malone on the balcony

I know it is not St-Patrick's Day yet, not even any time soon, but hey it's Friday so how about some Irish music? I love old classics revisited, this is one of them, from Balcony TV, which I discovered on YouTube. More on the program here. Anyway, this is Molly Malone, sung in an operatic way on a balcony on Dublin. I find brilliant the idea of singing on a balcony whatever comes to your fancy. And singing or listening the officious Dublin anthem in Dublin is always irresistible. It is the third time I upload the song on Vraie Fiction. There will be more.

Molly Malone (just because)

Yes, I uploaded the song before here. But that was two years ago, or so. And it is St-Patrick's Day soon, and it is March, and I want some Irish music on this blog. Molly Malone isnot the only Irish song I love to listen to, you can find many here if you check the labels, but it is maybe the only one I sing easily (as opposed to others). I mean I know the lyrics of Molly Malone and I can sing it maybe without the Irish accent, but with the right tone, the melancholic pathos. Singing such song is easy enough, singing it right is an entirely other matter. I am not singing it perfectly, far from it, but with a bit of practice I think I might: one has to put the soul in it, so to speak. Or maybe a pint or two of Guinness. But I should maybe avoid the temptation of being too operatic.

You can read more about what I think of Dublin's officious anthem here. A few more observations: Dublin's most famous girl next door must have stunk of fish and seafood. But when you love fish, cockles, mussels and the salty smell of the sea, it is not be stinky at all for you, and I think it may even have added to her charm. She had the Irish accent too, but I guess in a city of Irishmen, that was not exactly exotic. Anyway, I am not original, I am also a tad repetitive, so the reader might forgive me but I decided to upload again a version by the Dubliners. Like two years ago. I am not very original, but I find it difficult to find someone who sings it as good as they do.

Two Christmas carols with an Irish twist

You can see at your left the Christmas tree of my family in Chicoutimi. Believe me: it is much more impressive in real, and you have the lovely smell which I miss terribly. because we are still during the Christmas holidays, because we are on Boxing Day, which I hate and I want to exorcise it as much as I can (even though it is practically over now), I thought I would upload two Christmas carols tonight, not just one, as I could not decide between the two. The first one, Good King Wenceslas, I already uploaded last year. It is also St-Stephen's Day, the Feast of Stephen as the song says, so I had to reuse it. The second is Christmas in Killarney, which I discovered a long time ago as sang by Bing Crosby. But is is not nearly as good as done the Irish way. So I decided to put both carols interpreted by the Irish Rovers, who are ironically enough Canadian. I love this song as it is a nostalgic one and it appeals to the expat I am, even though I am not Irish. And I have this love for Irish culture, so I thought I would celebrate it on another day than St-Patrick's Day. The picture of a Christmas tree is a bonus.

A funeral song and an eulogy

Yes, I know, this is not exactly a cheerful title, but I think it will be a pleasant post, and anyway we are in the middle of the week after all. Maybe that's why I thought about funerals. It happens sometimes. There are many, many scenes in The Wire I love, this is one of them. There is the friendship of these brothers in arms, a sincere, honest eulogy of a man who did is job well (most of the time), the loss and sorrow drowned in alcohol and party atmosphere. Oh, and there is The Body of an American by The Pogues.

I don't know if I want a funeral wake like this when I die, but I do want something akin to this: a night in an Irish pub, good music (maybe more this song, as I am not a "free born man of the USA") and a eulogy that would not idealise me too much. There is no worst homage than a fake one. "He was called, he served, he is counted." That is all that needs to be said about any half decent man I think.

Another Saint Patrick's Day

As I am blogging this, I have two pints of Guinness in the body and head (especially head), a bit of Irish stew in the stomach (maybe too little, I should have had a second serving and wouldn't be feeling so dizzy). I have been to the local Irish pub and yes, if it sounds familiar it's because it is. You know why I am celebrating and so should you. I have little to say. I am not drunk, not nearly enough to write a prayer to Saint Patrick this time (I still think what I wrote then was pretty good for someone who was half drunk). I don't know exactly what to blog about this time, I feel lost for words. Like all holidays, the build up is more enjoyable than the day itself. So instead of blogging again about my love for Ireland, I will just put here another Irish song. Chosen at random, or almost. I have been listening to Irish since early March, I probably will until the end of the month. Next time, it will be something else than the Dubliners, promised. But until then, this is Whiskey in the Jar. Somehow it reminds of Barry Lyndon, and in particular this scene for some reason.

The Rocky Road to Dublin

No, I am not travelling to Ireland any time soon, sadly. I am staying here, but it is going to be soon Saint Patrick's Day, and it means that I am in an Irish mood: I listen to Irish music and long for Ireland. I have been to Dublin only once in my life, more than ten years ago and I have been wanting to go back since then. So I decided to put here an Irish folk song, because it is the time of the year and because it illustrates my mood. This is The Rocky Road to Dublin, interpreted (again) by the Dubliners, a very difficult song to sing (I won't even dare to try just yet), but so very easy to listen to. This is for me the perfect road song, the one I think about when I feel like stretching my legs and leaving for a few days to a strange land or a place I could call home (in Dublin's case, it is a bit of both).

Lovely day for a Guinness

Yes, yes, I used that picture before, but who cares? It's Saint-Patrick's Day and it is indeed a lovely day for a Guinness. And it is also my favourite Guinness advert ever, the still ones at least. Happy Patty's Day to everyone.

Between the beginning of this post and now, I had time to drink two Guinness and had a bit of Irish stew (so long for Lent and fasting), courtesy of the landlady of the local Irish pub (almost empty, sadly, but I guess tonight is the big night). So I am writing this not quite sober. Anyway, it is time to celebrate, so will put here two Irish songs. I'll Tell Me Ma I first heard in Liverpool on Saint-Patrick's Day and I fell in love with it, I still don't know why. On the Bank of the Roses I only discovered recently, but it is the same thing, I just love it. Both songs are here interpreted by the Dubliners: