The Fingal folk club returns this Friday with a real whopper of a gig from a band called The Greengrass Candidates The session start back tonight. This will give a gist of the overall style of the night…. they’re also the first band playing here:
Doesn’t seem to be the usual type of music. I might pop along. Poster has all the details.
Heroin. What did I expect to see in a show about heroin addicts? Some skangers banging up, robbing their grannies for a few quid, making a mess of things and coming to a nasty or sad or messy end. Did I get that? No. Heroin was very different to that. It was almost a play about actors playing heroin addicts. Maybe that’s what it was, I wasn’t sure when they were playing addicts and when they were playing the actors playing addicts. I saw this on Wednesday evening and I am still unsure as to whether or not I enjoyed it. “Enjoy” is probably the wrong word. I was hooked on their words, on their action. I took out my notebook to take notes but I wrote nothing, not one word. Although at times it was violent, loud and aggressive, I couldn’t look away. The seven people who left at … There’s more
Shane Byrne left his SLEEPING BAG in the car again… I was unsure about this show before I went in. I knew that Shane had done a very successful show, Group Therapy For One both at last years Fringe and at this years Kilkenny Arts Festival but I had managed to miss it both times. But surely someone who does one man shows is a bit of an egotist? A bit full of himself, a bit arrogant? Well maybe he is, but I certainly didn’t see it in ‘Shane Byrne left his SLEEPING BAG in the car again…’ The set, a scouting campsite, was done so simply and wonderfully. There was a small bit of audience participation which was great, it made everything comfortable and personal and it felt like a dialogue for the rest of the show rather than a monologue. Shane Byrne is a naturally funny guy and … There’s more
MAXIMUM JOY (Can I lick the crumbs from your table?) This was the first of a trio of plays I saw on Wednesday night so forgive me if I can’t quite remember all the details. Though I did try my hand at scribbling in the dark - deciphering your own scribbly, overlapped writing is such fun! I didn’t know what to expect from Maximum Joy. It was billed as this on the festival website: Wanna watch a girl trying to be in a show? It’s set in 1979, in 1990, in a warehouse, in the bedroom of your family home. A girl who’s not called Doireann Coady has gotten to the point where she’s crawling around your kitchen floor. You’re gonna have to kick her out because she is singing very loudly on your front lawn. It’s a struggle, a fight, it’s like playing an old record on repeat. It … There’s more
