Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Josh


Saw Josh Ritter for the first time last year, in Ghent. A duo gig with Rufus Wainwright. Was a bit disappointed about Rufus, but Josh blew me away.

Was all excited so when I discovered that Denis likes Josh’ music at least as much as I do. And I was thrilled when I found out Josh was playing The Everyman Palace. We got tickets straight away. Were looking forward to the gig for a while. Yesterday the big night.

We went for a Sunday spin in the afternoon first. It’s a big thing in Ireland. People get into the car after Sunday dinner (around 2pm), drive somewhere with a view, park the car, get the Sunday Papers out and relax –even fall asleep- for a while. When it gets dark back home for tea.

In the car so, up to the West…for another beach….Long Beach, near Clonakilty. Was a bit cloudy and bit of a breeze, but after a horrible Saturday, no reason to complain as at least it was dry. Went for a walk, up and down the beach. Challenging the sea…no wet feet whatsoever…up to the dunes (grass, no sand)…admiring the surfers (fair play to them…water is bloody cold this time of the year – Denis is trying to talk me into it, but I might just stick with a swim in the ocean…in the summer). Back to the car. No Sunday Papers this time, but Denis did bring a flask of coffee and apple pie. Back to Clonakilty after, for a pint of Beamish in one of the locals. Instead of taking the main road, we took one of the back roads heading into Bandon. Great excitement. A group of about thirty men of all ages, gathered together at both sides of the road. Wasn’t really clear first what they were doing there, except from staring into the car. Grass-stalks on the road made it clear –at least for Denis. Road bowling it turned out to be. Just looked it up in my Lonely Planet: “the object of this sport is to throw a cast-iron ball along a public road (normally one with little traffic) for a designated distance, usually 1km or 2km. The person who does it in the least number of throws is the winner. The main centres are Cork and Armagh and competitions take place throughout the year, attracting considerable crowds”. Grass-stalks are used to mark the different throws. Was witness of some real Irish culture so.

Were back in Cork City around six, just enough time for (homemade, fresh, dairy free) pizza before heading into town. Am going out with a real Irishman, so there was no way we were just going to get into the Everyman Palace after parking the car. Pint of Beamish first. In the Shelbourne, pub next-door. We missed part of the supporting act, but it didn’t bother me, seats were numbered, so no reason to panic. After all, it was Josh we were coming for. As said, I did see him before in Belgium, but this gig was in nothing comparable with the one I saw last year. Josh’ career took off in Ireland a couple of years ago. His Irish tour was completely sold out. The Cork audience were having a ball. The show was fully seated. One of the nicest venues I’ve been to lately. Not too big, but with a balcony. Purple and turquoise. Real opera house atmosphere. Seated so, but even the guy on the seat next to me, falling asleep during the concert and stubborn on his seat during the first standing ovation, ended up rocking out during the encore. Don’t know what it is, well…actually…might know what it is that makes a Belgian audience so different from an Irish…the pints…I guess. Belgian people are sooo polite. Especially when it’s a seated gig. The audience yesterday was ready to rock. Josh opened the gig on his own, just one spotlight, himself and his guitar. A very intimate song, from his new album. But before the song was over, he was joined by his fellow musicians –a drummer, pianist and a bass player. Had a bit the feeling the bass was too loud the first couple of songs, felt like Josh was struggling a bit with his voice. But it didn’t take him too long to put that right. He started with some songs of his new album, but his big hits were played soon enough as well: Bad Actress, Hello Starling, Kathleen,…The Irish are great singers, especially after a few pints. The interaction between Josh and them was amazing. The stories he told in between hilarious. His folks were in the audience, which made this show even more special. And it was his last one of an eight weeks tour. No wonder he got a standing ovation. And an encore. Josh got his show perfectly planned out. The perfect mix of quite and more up-tempo songs. Sing-along and intimate moments. The lightshow was modest, but efficient. Just enough to support the songs. He did sing a song in complete darkness as well…telling us to pretend we were just listening to the radio.

The show exceeded all our expectations. Blown away. Have a few more concerts (The Human League, Roesy, Rodrigo y Gabriela and Aslan) to look forward to this month…but think this one might turn out to be the best one anyway. Denis was driving, so straight back to the car after the gig. Was a great night. A great weekend in general. Just what I needed. Something to take my mind off job hunting for a while. Because I was ill last week and missed the start of a new job in a call centre. Have to wait another month. But hope I find something else before. Need a regular income as soon as possible. Today rather than tomorrow.


Saskia

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

wee bit update.....sincere apologies!!!!!!

Am trying to sort things –and myself- out. One of the stuff on the “what to do list” was this blog. Have neglected it for too long. Sincere apologies.

Am lying in bed, Tom Dunnes on Today FM, live from Whelan’s with Gabriela y Rodrigo. They sound ‘fecking’ crazy. Going to their show in Cork at the end of next month. Can’t wait. Is one of the three gigs I’m looking forward to; Josh Ritter on 11th March and The Human League on 18th. All three in great company.

Back since a week from a short visit home. Ready for the next phase of my Ireland adventure. ‘Cause I’m not an EVS volunteer any longer. My project ended nearly 3 weeks ago, the new volunteer, a girl from Spain has already taken over my office. And me, I’m still unemployed, looking for a job in Cork. Because I’m definitely hanging around here for another while.

Don’t really know where to start my update, a lot happened since Christmas. New Year’s Eve was a good night, with an even better sequel. Don’t want to sound too corny, but am happier than ever. He (tall, Irish, doesn’t drink milk ;-) ) took me away for my birthday. To a nice hotel in Baltimore, West-Cork. For the weekend. Never been spoiled so much as this year. Have seen more of West-Cork in the last few weeks than in the whole year before. A new beach every weekend. Love his cooking. His company. Couldn’t imagine a better start of the 2006!

My visit back home went very well, although it takes every time more to get used to Belgian live again. Got to know my godchild a bit better. Cached up with my youngest sister, who perfectly timed it to get ill while I was home. She didn’t had to go to school so and we spend time together playing board games; watching DVD’s. I even read her Harry Potter. Was busy organising administrative stuff during the day. Only went out once, the Friday. In Antwerp. With two friends. Was good. Different from Irish nightlife though. But good.

Was back home in Cork soon enough. Didn’t take me more than an hour to get used to it again. Last weeks’ weather was horrible, but great now: at least ten degrees, blue sky, sun. Spring. Birds whistling in the morning, in the evening. Can’t wait for the summer to arrive.

Saskia

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Christmas

It’s all over. Or nearly…we didn’t take down the Christmas decoration yet…brings bad luck…you’re supposed to wait till after Little Christmas. But it’s back to work anyway. My first Irish Christmas, first Irish New Year…turned out slightly different than expected but did had a wonderfull time. Did feel home sick the Wednesday between Christmas and New Year, but that one off-day was more than compensated by some great days and nights before and after.

Christmas started the week before the holidays. Went for pre-Christmas dinner with some kiwi friends at Luigi Malone’s, had a pre-Christmas drink with the housemates (except the French one, for some reason he never showed up…we drunk the Bailey’s we got from the landlady whithout him so). We were playing Christmas music all week, talking about Christmas all week, making plans all week. High Hopes so.

As tradition within the Council goes, we left work at noon on Friday. Tried to do some shopping, but town was crazy. Mostly men, rushing to find that “one special present” last minute. Madness. Saturday morning was for vegetable shopping. Picked up our 10-pound-turkey as well. Cleaned the house, prepared the kitchen for some massive cooking. ‘Cause Tracy and I were about to stuff our very own turkey. Didn’t take us more than three hours to get all the vegetables, cranberry sauce and the turkey ready. Quick shower, prepacked meal and ready to go to the pub…for what was supposed to be the biggest pubnight of the year. Boy…were we disinformed. Walking through Oliver Pluncket Street at 8.00 o’clock, half of the pubs…CLOSED!!!!!Ended up in the Old Oak so, just as there wasn’t really another option…looked like this was going to be a bit of a dissapointment. Couldn’t believe even the Old Oak would close at 10.30 pm!!!Just standing at one of the tables, in an unusual quite pub. Started chatting with some Cork guys. Heared them out about Christmas Eve, St. Stephen’s day, New Year’s Eve. We didn’t feel like going home early so ended up at their place. No regrets…after all they were buying us drinks all night. Real gentlemen so.
Next morning up at crack of dawn…there was a turkey to be put in the oven. Kiwi friends would arrive at two and calculated according to the “turkey-rule”, it should be in the oven for at least five hours. It was way more tempting to just stay were I was, but Tracy called me down whithout compassion. Fair enough…we didn’t want to mess this up. Felt wrecked all day, but was worth it after all. The turkey was a huuuuge success. Just a pity the roasted vegetables didn’t go as crispy as we wanted them…blame the oven for that. Christmas pudding with fresh straw- and other berries and custard as dessert…mmmhhh…We ended up watching a New-Zealand music DVD.Was definitely an interesting experience. Although I by times only understood 80% from what was said (but then….the kiwi’s do have the worst accent of the world – at least that’s what French guy claims), I did enjoy it. Got a phone call from home later that night…apparently my dad was playing Luka Bloom…hihi…He must really really miss me. Ended up in bed at nine that night…not very cool, but was just knackered.