Hey all;
I grew up listening to ‘the radio’ (70’s popcrap). On tv we had The Clancy Brothers and something called Don Messer’s Jubilee, not to mention The Irish Rovers (my God I hated them) and something I think called ‘The Pig and Whistle’, a kind of ‘knees up Mother Brown’ British show, hand tooled out of the finest Canadian sensibilities. I hated all that stuff back then. But especially I hated the Irish Rovers. The tv show was, IMHO, total crap.
My aunt and uncle -both very much into the Irish club scene- got my folks involved in that. I loved music but most of what I was hearing was boring, trite crap to me. Viscerally empty, if you know what I mean. The Irish stuff that I was hearing was interesting to me, but nteresting in the same way I found soccer interesting; kinda fun, but that’s about it.
Then, at about 14, I heard (in one week) Anarchy in the UK (Sex Pistols) My Aim is True (Elvis Costello) and The Kinks’ Low Budget. That woke me up.
When I heard Red Roses For Me, the first Pogues album (almost ten years later) I started getting excited about Irish music. All that music that my aunt and uncle had been playing (and that my folks had started nervously jigging to) suddenly came to life for me. No more of the stiffness of the Irish Rovers, no more red-faced old men yodelling on about places they’ve never been. The Pogues, in short, are why I love Irish music.
They made me realize that this wasn’t neccessarily prettified Lawrenece Welk-ian tiddly-iddly stuff, this had guts. Even more important, they made me realize that it’s the players, not the tunes, that give life to the music. Shortly after hearing the Pogues. a friend got me into Planxty, the Bothy Band, Silly Wizard, the Tannehill Weavers and lots more. Now I play an insanely obscure instrument and love it. (Yes, Silly Wizard and the Tannehill weavers are Scots bands, but for me back then there was barely any difference.)
So there you have it. That’s why asked.
Mark