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The Widow

Noone to answer to now but God and my conscience.

About Me

Long days of sun and hose-pipes are all gone. We've pruned back all the roses for now We've folded down our tables, packed the lanterns down.Here comes the moon but it's still the afternoon, surely!Damn the moon Damn the moonGuess I'll pack up all my t-shirts, fade to pale. Buy myself a sun lamp for those grey, grey days. No, no..Moma, are we really, really, really talking 'bout Christmas? Stressing 'bout the hassle of booking flights? I'm still in the red from a round of pissed-up weekends in September watching bands in fields, besides, I don't really know if I wanna go home for Christmas.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 1/15/2007
Band Members: "Southend, London, Cavan..." reads like the type-set on a Bond St shopping bag doesn't it?! More like the type-set on a builders providers' van.Lucy O' Driscoll wrote the songs on a trusty little Seagull and caterwailed them into a mic in a basement. Generally a grounded, happy person from a caring, confederate border-county town, she has herself no predilection for necro-eroticism, corvine-pogrom or stalkers but her imaginings sometimes conjure unhealthy threads in song which she ascribes to that shadow-being which some Swiss egg-head said exists in the bowels of every mind. So it tickles her pink to write a bunch of tunes about a hapless clerk who accidently kills her lover in a sex game gone wrong or a lunatic gun-toting adolescent who's a scourge on birds or a person irrationally thrilled by their lover's violence (the characters in these tunes are purely fictitious by the way and any resemblence etc etc) - she herself likes nothing better than a Saturday night in with a cup of tea and a Penguin bar.M.L. then produced and arranged the lot in a manner far beyond LOD's savvy. Played the guitars, the bass (electric and double), tippitytapped out some rimshots on a tom and a Bushmills can (empty of course) all with the precision of a 1928 Rolex. Came up with the piano bits and the harp, slid some pastry brushes around a snare, bowed some strings. Did things on an iMac. Like watching a Swiss watch maker at work it was. Very, very grateful to that man indeed. Also, a big thank you to Aiden G at Candlelit Enemy Productions for his Mastering on So In Love and The Bitter Song.
Influences: Loss, madness, love, Patrick Kavanagh ...."the bicycles go by in twos and threes there's a dance at Billy Brennan's barn tonight, and the half-talk code of mysteries and the wink and elbow language of delight.." people, endurance, bitterness (as it's often love-turned-vinegar). The songs of Mark Schubert, the heavy western of Phillious Williams, Chet Atkins, The Carters, Karen Dalton, Odetta, Morriconi's music for everything Leone, Count John McCormack, Cat Power, Emmylou Harris, Kate Bush (inevitably), Tori Amos, Joanna Newsome and oh, the first woman of rock n roll, Sister Rosetta Tharpe.
Sounds Like: Lucy, Matt and when the tunes are played live, sounds like Mark and Wendy too.
Record Label: unsigned
Type of Label: None

My Blog

Damn the Moon

I've put the heating on, made some soup. It's warm in the direct sunlight but so cold in the shade nowadays - dunno what to wear! Layers they say. The Smack's advertising it's Christmas menu already ...
Posted by The Widow on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 10:13:00 PST

Who The Hell Is Joe

...he's the shortener, the 'Apocopater', the pale rider, the stranger, Spring-heeled Jack... He's my pop-country incarnation of Chapter 6's protagonist, as recorded at Shoes' on his 1953 Gibson, into ...
Posted by The Widow on Sat, 06 Oct 2007 07:39:00 PST

BP Fallon played Sum on Wang Dang Doodle, breakthruradio.com

..on Friday 18 May. www.breakthruradio.com: go to the Program Guide and click on Wang Dang Doodle (or the Podcast link below) if you want to support a radio station that supports new tune-makers. It's...
Posted by The Widow on Mon, 21 May 2007 02:29:00 PST

Coming of age with an old squeeze by the statue of Paddy Kavanagh on Dublin's Grand Canal

Love on the Grand Canalby lucy o' driscollHonour him where there is water"leafy-green-with-love" canalwhere the lock, it flushes putrid, urban stories into calm.Stories float upon the waterbobbing wei...
Posted by The Widow on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 03:11:00 PST

Some people of minor profile but great note died last week..

...so I found this poem apt and have telepathically requested the author's permission to reproduce it here (please excuse any presumptuousness in proceeding while I await his response).Elegy By Marin ...
Posted by The Widow on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 04:44:00 PST

Pascal Mooney, Pascal Mooney

Someone once asked me why the Irish have this obsession with country and western? Music about faith, heartbreak, dispossession. Stupid question...
Posted by The Widow on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 06:10:00 PST