The Fuchsia Band Played Cafe And
Sweltering. 45th & State Line. Cafe &. Nice night for a cycle. Aproned Eddie mans the gate with Gabe. Máirtín introducing Dick Darby on stage. By Tommy Makem. Also called The Cobbler. The only Mexican bodhrán player we will ever know. Gabriel’s Waltzes. Tunes: Midnight on the Water/Margaret’s Waltz. Commotion in Ireland. They’re building a road through Tara. Mythical home of Ireland from 6th to 12th centuries. Party political broadcast on behalf of the Green Party in Ireland. Oh no wait, it’s against the Green Party. Oh no, it’s something else. Big white van parked outside. The official Fuchsia Band van. Sponsored by Jennifer Ireland Foundation. Just one festival so far and already 3,500 clocked. Like driving a big white boat. Táimse ‘gus Máire. I counted 60 heads. New t-shirts and hotpants for sale. No hotpants for the men. Large Jennifer Ireland Foundation and Fuchsia Band magnets on the garage door. They’ll be on the big white boat. Did I tell you that song is on my solo album? All: We know.
Toddlers dancing. Six, no eight. Grá Dá Raibh. Love that was. I give you my love. Take my love from me. Stop annoying me now. Carry my love with you. The new National Anthem for Ireland. The People’s Republic of Fuchsialand. A song by Jimmy Crowley. Taught to Máirtín when they were driving around on their Southern US 2007 tour. Máirtín preferred being taught it when Jimmy wasn’t doing the driving. A song from a time in Ireland when you could only get married in the weeks before Shrove Tuesday. Special dispensation for Cork. Of course. Extra 12 days. A breeze turns up for the first time at the break. Step outside and have a look at our big white boat. Thanks to the Jennifer Ireland Foundation. All stand. Except for the box player. Eoin never stands. Ten Minutes Too Late. Eddie at the door. He gestures shush. Birthday cake appears. Happy Birthday To You. Presentation to Máirtín by Mick. From the 3 Fuchsia boys, his own personal fan to go with all his fans in the courtyard. From Mitra a programmable massage machine to help him with all his aches and things that massage machines help you with. Pick up Ten Minutes Too Late from the 2nd verse. A great song but it would’ve been even better if it was performed a few minutes earlier. Gibson’s Slides. Máirtín and Mitra are dancing. Everybody else is eating birthday cake. Nice too. Not too gicky. The Galway Shawl. People are drinking big cold cups of coffee everywhere. Ireland was once covered in railway tracks. When we were governed by an outsider. And then we got independence and ripped them all up. Here’s a song to persuade people to leave their trucks and the big highways and to take to the rails again. Paddy Works on the Railway. Mosquitos are biting. They call us names in Dublin. Names like culchie. And they say things about us. Stereotypical things. Well, we’ve taken what they say, and we say them about ourselves. Brian O’Linn. The Irishman who wore a sheepskin. With the fleshy side out and the woolly side in. I was in a movie. From the The Wind That Shakes The Barley. We’re going up over that hill in the Irish mist. Kevin Kiley and Martha in Arkansas did us a poster. Mick ‘Fast Hands’. Máirtín ‘Legs’. Eoin ‘The Box’ and Brian ‘Flash’. Flash alone has stuck. Óró sé do Bheatha Abhaile. Hey look it’s dark. More people now than at the beginning. A costume change for Máirtín. Shiny red cowboy shirt with white chest fringe. The Fuchsia Band. From Cork. In America. Coming to an Irish Festival near you. Driving in a Big White Boat. By way of the Jennifer Ireland Foundation.
The Links:
• The Fuchsia Band
• Jennifer Ireland Foundation
• Follow The Fuchsia Band in America
• Cafe &
• Eddie Delahunt
• 1st Birthday Party of Cafe &
• Last Night’s Fun: Eddie Delahunt at O’Dowd’s
• Máirtín de Cógáin
Thanks, Eolai. You made me feel as if I had been there, as I was, in spirit.
Martha in Arkansas
Just Amazin’ Eolaí! Fantastic memory! Great to see ya there and we’ll do tae when I’m back the week after next! Hup! Máirtín the Birthday boy!
Very good picture, I like the framing! Togha fir!