It could be that the best part of last nights drive across Ireland was during the long drag before getting to Fermoy. The rest of the family were slumped asleep in the car and the road stretched out unyielding in front of me. There were broken clouds in the sky that obscured a half moon. It was the kind of driving that could give over to sleep. All I had was the music that chopped and changed through the shuffle on my iPhone. It went quiet for a while and then I heard the thrum of New York guitar and the snide whine of Lou Reed’s voice and so I found myself listening to the ebb and flow of a 35 minute version of Sister Ray. It kept me going through the dark.
The sun has been shining today but there are few mackerel to be had.
We had a full house late Sunday afternoon so I cooked some roast chicken with potatoes and peppers.
I had thought there were two small chickens lurking in the bottom of the freezer but having turned it over I could only find the one. I also found a couple of packets of Gubbeen bacon that must have slipped down the side when I put them in last summer.
We had the one small chicken together with a second I picked up from the supermarket.
Before cooking them I put them through a marinade of olive oil, onion, Aleppo chilli powder, garlic and oregano.
They then went into a large pan with par boiled potatoes, quartered sweet peppers and into a hot oven for good hour.
We had them with bean salad and courgettes from the garden in lemon juice listening to Joni Mitchell.
I have spent my day walking round thinking on just how magnificent a band The Gories were last night. Here are a few thoughts:-
- they were playing downstairs in The Magnet all dim red lights and curved seating.
- there was a lot about them that sounded like the most raucous and unhinged garage band you could hope for.
- two of them played guitar and there was a drummer. She wore sunglasses as did one of the guitarists.
- he was Mick Collins and had some difficulty in getting through the gig without the top of his head hitting the ceiling.
- they were sugar shit sharp.
- I don’t know who works in Probe but they were all there last night.
- it was the closest I have been for 20 years to stepping into the mosh pit. The last time I had done that was watching Rocket from the Crypt.
- I would quite happily have stood there another hour or so to watch them doing it all over again.
- for a while the man stood in front of me developed a blue halo over his bald patch.