Thursday, 26 July 2012

Bringin' Only Good Vibes

July 14, 2012






     Last night my mates and I went to watch “Good Vibrations”, an Irish made movie at the Galway Film Fladh (festival). The man I’m pictured with here is Terri Hooley, a record store owner and God father of the Belfast punk scene. The biopic movie chronicled the life of Terri while he was living in Belfast during Northern Ireland’s civil war in the 1970s & 80s. “Some people called it a revolution, others called it the “troubles”, an equally useless word” as Terri would say. The civil war essentially pitted Catholics against Protestants, and violence ensued from differences in religious and political outlooks.
           Terri’s father was a socialist politician, a man who sought “alternatives”, yet after twelve campaigns he never won one election. Terri however, was more of a pacifist and sought escape from Northern Ireland's political cruelties through music. His self-given title and day job as “Belfast’s #1 DJ” never lasted, but it did lead him to his future wife one night in a bar.


           Soon after he married, the pressure to join a side in the civil war had put his own life in jeopardy. Many tried to push his family and friends out of Belfast, and in a bold attempt to stay permanently he started a record shop in one of Belfast’s most dangerous areas. Terri’s shop, “Good Vibrations”, experienced the hardships most new businesses see. It wasn't until the youths of Belfast pulled him in with their progressive punk-rock scene and brought him a new wave of clientele that his business began to boom.
          Terri began supporting local bands, which gained national recognition under his self-made label, “Good Vibrations”. Through these bands he became a prosperous label owner and the community came to treat his shop with unprecedented respect and love. The last dialogue in the movie takes place during an epic concert at the Ulster Hall venue. During the bands final song, Terri gets on stage and exclaims, “New York has their haircuts, London has their treasures, but Belfast has the reason!” Terri had succeeded in helping a generation escape their countries hard ships through a new way of life fueled by rock music.
          After the movie, the actual Terri came on the Galway stage to say a few words to congratulate the director and actors of the movie, during which he spilled half his beer trying to grab the microphone. He said there were times he had to get up and leave, “to cry me eyes out”. He also commented on getting up, “I also grabbed a pint, I’m not that fucking stupid”.
          After his short speech we began walking out of the theater and once we got to the main lobby I noticed the man of the hour was standing right next to me. I patted his shoulder and said I wanted to come to the record shop and check out his collection. He replied, “Ah, you gotta make an appointment these days, but if you have your phone I’ll give you my number”. I told him I had no phone, but that I’d still try and stop by. I asked if he would take a picture with me and he slurred, “Sure, anything but a blowjob!” 
           From only  the briefest of conversations I could tell the film got his character spot on. I never got to visit Belfast or Terri’s shop, but I’ll be the first in line when “Good Vibrations” hits the states. 


"Victory doesn't always look the way other people imagine it"

-Terri's Father



Tuesday, 24 July 2012

Running on Fumes

July 9, 2012

     Today I walked from my apartment along the canal to a pizza shop about three streets down. Just before I got to the last street, I ran into a man with a can in an alley way. This was no ordinary man, or can. He was tagging some original artwork on the back wall of the Roisin Dobh, the same bar/club where we got yammered at two nights ago. This is the alley way, his process and finished product. A big shout out to Mahjoubs for teaching me the art of the pan shot.

  



Street Walkin'

July 8, 2012


           Not even two days wandering the cobble stone streets of Galway and already I’ve managed to run into the same group of buskers I stumbled upon at the Aran Islands. 
           This group of musicians, which I later found out go by the name of Mikey & the Scallywags, lives in Galway and plays shows around the surrounding counties on the regular. The guy on the far left (below) is named Alan and is from County Sligo.  After this song I asked him if they frequented the Aran Islands much and he told me it was his first time there too. 
           Apparently they happened to run into a man with a luxury cruise liner earlier who asked if they wanted to hop a ride to the islands. Alan went on to say he enjoyed the Aran Islands, but that Galway was a craic'n little town. Couldn’t agree more.





Tuesday, 17 July 2012

One More Saturday Night

July 7, 2012


           The first day here in Galway was a wild one, mostly because this sailing town on Ireland's west coast was made the final destination for this years World Volvo boating race. The nine-month race held every three years ended here just four days ago when Groupama (French boat..) arrived on Tuesday to win the race. To drop the cliché, this weekend was the final fuckin’ hurrah; the best excuse to party this town has ever had.
           On the pier where the boats arrived, businesses and individuals had set up to sell anything and everything, from the sea shepherds and their save the whales t-shirts, to actual Vikings selling metal helmets, animal skin ponchos, and wooden spoons. In the backdrop of these stands were the typical rides you’d see at fair: a ferris wheel, the orbiter, and a gravitron. I got into the festivities and made a drawing of a JMU sailboat in an art exhibition tent. Afterwards, I ate a burger from one of the food stands, walked back to the house to change clothes and collected money from the girls to buy some rum. The streets were so crowded I ended up waiting fifteen minutes outside a liquor store for a bottle of Captain Morgan and a six pack of Bavaria. It took us just about the same amount of time to drink it and we were on our way to Galway’s downtown strip.
           We ended up at the three story“Kings Head” where we had a few more drinks and I made friends with an Irish girl who gave me all the local pubs and grubs to hit. She also told me to listen to “The Coronas” (don’t do it), I think I told her to listen to some Phish or Dr. Dog. A live band came on and covered some Pink Floyd before we rolled back down the main strip. The group had to lock hands in crack the whip fashion because now the streets were more crowded then.. china? It was really fucking crowded. The original fifteen or so in the group got split up after this and half of us ended up at the Roisin Dubh, a bar with a club sized dance floor about a block from our apartment.
           At this point it gets a bit hazy but what I remember starts with some kind of Hispanic jive. I remember buying more then one drink for a few friends and busting my ass more then a few times on the dance floor. At some point I strayed from the remaining group and ended up at the entrance of a casino across the street. The bouncer at the front asked for my ID, gazed at it for a few seconds, and as he handed it back to me remarked, “here you go, mister pen-syl-vania”. I stared back at him for a few seconds Clint Eastwood  style and drifted inside.  
           Now inside, I stood next to one of two black jack tables and for 10 or so minutes began studying the hands players were dealt in an attempt to intimidate the dealer. Once I stepped up to the plate I put down 20 euro, was dealt a 17, asked for a hit, and busted hard. Afterwards I decide to head back on the streets and bummed some loose tobacco and a rolling paper from a gang of teens tripping Mushrooms on the corner. I knew they were tripping because, well they told me. I remember one of the kids saying, “I feel weird, but I don’t feel like I’m coming up”. All I can say is that lad was in for a helluva surprise.
           After I got back to our apartment, which was situated on the canal, I grabbed the six pack of Bazaria and hit the streets again in hopes a selling a couple to make back the euro I had just lost at the casino (At least I think that was my logic). I ended up this time on the other side of town and paid a bike trolley three of the pounders to bring me back to the canal. 
           When I got back for the second time I began jamming on the front steps with my ipod and the Djemebe I purchased at the Cliffs of Moher earlier that day. I don’t remember exactly how many people came up to me but it was a lot. Some asked if I had any weed (goddamnit no!), some asked if they could try out some beats, and others just came by to shout and dance. I kept playing what I thought was good music until my neighbor asked if I was deaf. I apologized, notified him I was not deaf and went inside to skype a beautiful girl who told me everything would be ok. Overall it was a craic’n first night in Galway.





This House Ain't Got No Roof


July 6, 2012





We took a day trip to one of the three Aran Islands (Ishmine) about thirty minutes off the West coast of Doolin this day. We Biked through a stone valley, found a rocky beach covered with mussels,  and explored a shipwrecked boat from the 1950s.
The day came to an end when I strayed (got lost) from the group and sat down to have a rest along the pier. After five minutes of sketching a bit of the coastline I began to hear the voice of a cynical Irishman screaming in the distance. 
After walking towards the sound I stumbled upon a killer pub with some outdoor seating and discovered the man wasn’t cynical, he was just throwin’ down on the geetar and singing about the devil.



Side Note- I thought the lady in the foreground of the video was annoying too, until I sat next to her and her two sons on the ferry back to Doolin. They’re from Eindhoven and her boy with the black jacket is an Ajax (Amsterdam) fan. Cool in my book. 



Monday, 9 July 2012

The Bad Man

July 3, 2012


Setting: Boozing at a bar lounge in London with my three friends Colin, Carlin and Colleen. I walk over and stand next to a girl in a white dress. Guy she is with just left her for  an extended period.


Me, “Hey! I saw you guys dancing and pointing at us during that last song!”


       (Girl nods her head with a big smile.)


Me, “Are you from London?”

Girl, “No.”

Me, “Where are you from?”

Girl, “France.”

Me, “Oh, sweet! Je parle petite Francais…Qu’est qu tu elle dans le matin?”


(Girl with confused look, but still smiling, nods head. Boyfriend then walks back, glares at his girlfriend, and back at me.)


Me, “Hey man. I was just saying whatsup."


(Boyfriend continues to stare at me, then back at his girlfriend.)


Boyfriend in a quipping French accent, “What is this?”

Me, “I was just telling your girl I speak a little French."


(Girl nods head.)


Boyfriend, “No, I say what are you doing?”

Me, “Um, I’m being friendly?”

Boyfriend, “Uhh huh.”


           (Boyfriend awkwardly rubs by me as I get up to sit back down with my three friends. He continues to stare at me so I put my arm around Carlin, a girl who also happens to be my friend. I point to her as if to say, this is my girlfriend. He grabs his girlfriend, his jacket and storms out.)


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Setting: Fifteen minutes later on the street outside of the bar. With perfect timing, Frenchie is on the other side of the street walking towards us.




Frenchie, “So. Are we ok?”

Me, “Yeah, I’m ok”

Frenchie, “You like my girlfriend?”

Me, “No, this is my girlfriend" 


(I point again to Carlin.)


Frenchie, “You ever touch my girlfriend, I kill you.”

Me, “Woah man. I just saw you guys dancing, having a good time. You seemed like a good man.”

Frenchie, “I, am not a good man.”

Me, “Ok…”


(We begin walking away.)


Colin, “Are you fucking kidding me? You think your tough!?”


(Frenchie turns around as if disturbed. I keep walking.)


Colin, “What is that!? Has anyone ever gone blind from all that fucking gel in your hair!?”


        (With force I push Colin down the street and Frenchie makes a universal hand signal at us. For a few seconds I regret not trying harder in French class.)


London Sketchy

June 30, 2012
       
           Earlier in the day I sat across from a hipster girl on the tube and on her left shoulder a pretty vivid tattoo caught my eye. I needed something to occupy my mind so I sketched it sketchily as I stretched my legs. This was what happened when I colored in the lines: