2013 Grateful 19
I mixed up my Paddys. I thought I was going to Kobuci to see Paddy, he who sometimes plays in Jack Doyle’s. I had visions of a rousing ballad session with more than a hint of Irish. Having dinner beforehand it was obvious from the general conversation that I’d mixed up my Paddys.
What I was actuall
y going to see was a gig by Paddy and the Rats. And the confusion didn’t stop there. With names like Paddy O’Reilly, Sam McKenzie, Joey MacOnkay, Bernie Bellamy, Vince Murphy, and Seamus Connelly, I was expecting a six-pack of Irish lads on stage, but when I spoke with Bernie afterwards, he was obviously Hungarian. So I’m still clueless.
From what I can gather, the boys hail from Miskolc and banded together in 2008, listing their genres as Pub ‘n’ Roll, Celtic Punk, Sailor Punk. What I know for sure is that the gig was bloody amazing. It’s been a while (my first Firkin gig in BP actually) since I’ve seen grown men body-slamming, or girls being shouldered by their lads, or every foot in the place rocking. I had a permanent grin on my face and with the mantra ‘bloody amazing’ rollicking around in my brain as the rest of me seemed to be going in fifty million directions – yet all perfectly coordinated. The music gets into your bones.
Paddy O’Reilly, whoever he is when he’s at home, had the crowd in the palm of his hand – literally. He choreographed them like they were puppets on a string. I say ‘them’ because although I was there, I stood back, by the bar, to avoid the frenzy and watched with a peculiar mix of pride that I think only someone as romantically Irish as I can be could feel – a pride that our music has run the gauntlet, somersaulted across cultures and borders and landed so firmly in Hungary where it so obviously enjoyed.
The accordion work on Pilgrim on the Road was amazing. And while I struggled to catch the words (a combination methinks of accent, enunciation, and acoustics) Never walk alone is still rattling around in my head. As for the bagpipes, the fiddle work, and the drums… am already itching for more.
This week, I’m grateful for the invitations I get to go places I’ve not been before, for the exposure to music I’d never discover on my own, and to those who hang tight till the wee hours and make these forays so much more enjoyable. And even if I was the common denominator in the series of accidents that befell the city this week … ta very much, lads. I had a blast.
Note: For a reminder of what the Grateful series is about, check out Grateful 52
Photos ‘borrowed’ from http://www.paddyrats.com and Google as my smartphone won’t release the ones I took on the night 🙁
Sounds quite amazing! It reminds me of an occasion when I lived in London and a club I belonged to had Swiss visitors and hired an ‘Ooompah band’ – a trio of violin, clarinet and tuba – who played German/Austrian folk all evening, and turned out to be natives of Rochdale . . . Interculturality! Hajrá!!
‘Tis a bit of a mind messer, isn’t it…
Funny. While I did not particularly identify with today’s topic, I did for some reason click on the ‘grateful’ theme more personally… as in–yes, I have so many similar things to be grateful for amid the hectic details of my current life. So… grateful mission accomplished. Thanks!
Good to hear, Ginger. It’s odd, too, what comes into my mind when I sit and reflect on a week