I got cabin fever last night in my hotel room in Galway, so decided to taste the fresh air and some beer and head down to the Roisin Dubh. To my delight, Fight Like Apes were playing. I was going to go see them on Wednesday at Antics, but had to head wesht, so I was lucky lucky I guess.
Anyway, they were awesome. SO glad I saw them sooner rather than later because I would actually go and see them every night of the week based on their performance at the 'Dubh. Fun, experimental, great vocals, lively, energy, weirdness, just brilliant. And also hawt. Loved the tunes; Lend Me Your Face (which they played last), the one about fish and chips, and Jake Summers. SO GOOD, check out their MySpace (linked above.)
Rulers Of The Planet were on after. They were fun, but a bit WE ARE MEN, WE ROCK, LOOK HOW FAR WE CAN SPREAD OUR LEGS WHILE PLAYING GUITARS. Which I'm not really a fan of, unless you're completely awesome. And few people are completely awesome.
I was at my own at the gig and loads of people were staring at me which was weird. I go out loads on my own in Dublin, but my wonderful (Galwegian) flatemate Ro Ro O'Dea explained to me over the phone last night that this is not the done thing in Galway. The crowd was pretty crap (apart from Fight Like Apes' friends, who were having fun and who I secretly wanted to be friends with) everyone stood really far back and didn't dance or anything: too cool? or too unsure? What the fuck is that all about Galway? Just get into it!
Also, just a word for how disgustingly manky student-drunk everyone was when I was making my way back to my hotel (at about only 11pm). Absolutely gross - these kids need to drink less (or at least change their poison) so they don't seem like a bunch of assholes on the street. I thought (and think) Temple Bar was bad, but Eyre Square is a complete disgrace. I'd hate to be a tourist in the place during college term, you literally aren't able to walk down the street without being shouted at, sung at, avoiding smashed bottles, puke, totterring orange tits 'n' ass drunk birds, angry young men in dodgy shirts and fucking Supermacs rubbish and messy Abrakebabra packaging. Horrible stuff. When I walked to the train station this morning at around 6.30am, the place was a kip with rubbish everywhere. Plus there is no coffee machine / shop / cafe in the train station - what the fuck is that about.
On the way back though, the countryside was lovely (I am such a Dub - I got ridiculously excited about seeing sheep. So cute though, all the lambs hanging out with their mammy sheep. OK, I'll stop) especially all of the early morning fog around Athenry.
So, back in work now.
Una
listening to: Macy Gray - 'Big'
reading: Jim Carroll's blog - woot!
drinking: Red Bull
eating: sangwich
Anyway, they were awesome. SO glad I saw them sooner rather than later because I would actually go and see them every night of the week based on their performance at the 'Dubh. Fun, experimental, great vocals, lively, energy, weirdness, just brilliant. And also hawt. Loved the tunes; Lend Me Your Face (which they played last), the one about fish and chips, and Jake Summers. SO GOOD, check out their MySpace (linked above.)
Rulers Of The Planet were on after. They were fun, but a bit WE ARE MEN, WE ROCK, LOOK HOW FAR WE CAN SPREAD OUR LEGS WHILE PLAYING GUITARS. Which I'm not really a fan of, unless you're completely awesome. And few people are completely awesome.
I was at my own at the gig and loads of people were staring at me which was weird. I go out loads on my own in Dublin, but my wonderful (Galwegian) flatemate Ro Ro O'Dea explained to me over the phone last night that this is not the done thing in Galway. The crowd was pretty crap (apart from Fight Like Apes' friends, who were having fun and who I secretly wanted to be friends with) everyone stood really far back and didn't dance or anything: too cool? or too unsure? What the fuck is that all about Galway? Just get into it!
Also, just a word for how disgustingly manky student-drunk everyone was when I was making my way back to my hotel (at about only 11pm). Absolutely gross - these kids need to drink less (or at least change their poison) so they don't seem like a bunch of assholes on the street. I thought (and think) Temple Bar was bad, but Eyre Square is a complete disgrace. I'd hate to be a tourist in the place during college term, you literally aren't able to walk down the street without being shouted at, sung at, avoiding smashed bottles, puke, totterring orange tits 'n' ass drunk birds, angry young men in dodgy shirts and fucking Supermacs rubbish and messy Abrakebabra packaging. Horrible stuff. When I walked to the train station this morning at around 6.30am, the place was a kip with rubbish everywhere. Plus there is no coffee machine / shop / cafe in the train station - what the fuck is that about.
On the way back though, the countryside was lovely (I am such a Dub - I got ridiculously excited about seeing sheep. So cute though, all the lambs hanging out with their mammy sheep. OK, I'll stop) especially all of the early morning fog around Athenry.
So, back in work now.
Una
listening to: Macy Gray - 'Big'
reading: Jim Carroll's blog - woot!
drinking: Red Bull
eating: sangwich
19 comments:
you were in my class in college and I'm sure you got utterly manky drunk plenty of times! it's what good students do! you should be encouraging these future ginsbergs
loads of really great weed has been available recently in galway which is probably why everyone was kind of lurching around monged in the roisin last night it was the same when i was there on tuesday normally its great craic but i agree with you about eyre square its minging
yes, Ronan, I did. But now I am old and boring.
HOWEVER
Jill is right, it's manky beyond belief - way worse than the minginest purge in Temple Bar, and far worse (well, maybe just on a larger scale) than any of my performances in the DCU bar ever could have been. It's just that you rarely see a city (ok, Galway's tiny) completely taken over in the way that it looked like to me. I guess it's a small place and there's loads of drunk students so that's how it appears.
They could've at least taken the evening off drink and covered the path in rose petals as I walked back to my hotel for fucks sake.
*runs off to Talk To Joe*
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by Abrakebabra.
I dunno...I think it's just being sober the sheer terror of so many people drunk is too much to bear. It's not just young people though, on a Saturday in Dublin pretty much everyone is like that.
Being sober breaks the spell!
YOU WEREN'T THERE MAN! YOU DON'T KNOW!
Yeah, being sober around drunk people shows bad things. I presume you're sick of drunkies like me assaulting you at Backlash ;)
in fairness unesh....you're just gonna get into trouble giving out about such antics. You're absolutely right, it is disgusting, dear god, being hungover on Paddys day was a bad idea as the poor guy who tried to drunkenly chat me up can testify (sorry for YELLING fuck off loser boy, centra was far too contained an environment for my wrath) drunkeness is disgusting but UNA, remember when you drank 19 coronas that time I had a kidney infection and was sober?????? you can proudly state, YOU'RE NOT ONE TO TALK. EVER. SIN E. XXXXXX
I know. I am a GIGANTIC hypocrite. But that's why you love me, right? Right?...
Also, now that I'm not a student, I hate students, so they feel my wrath on quiet a frequent basis when I come across the little mites.
god bless their 2 years younger than us cotton socks
Una, remember the time you were so wasted that you had to be physically lifted into the taxi and then were unable to make enough use of your cognitive abilities to pay the man, so he kept your phone as collateral?
Or remember THAT night in the Red Box?
Because I do.
And many more besides!
There are no gentler inclines than that on the ascent to the moral high ground, just make sure you don't get stuck up there.
I love you in spite of these things, although perhaps these young Galwegians were fans of your blog and simply indulging in your doctrine of the philosophy of drunken escapades?
Ok CW, ok.
I am officially alighting down from the moral high ground. Especially since this weekend, everyone has been giving out to me for blogging like a nerd, yet acting like a drunk.
Henceforth, I apologise to the students of Galway - go forth and drink Buckfast, my children.
(PS: which night in the Red Box? There were billions. Although, maybe I shouldn't ask that question.)
THAT night.
Although, now that I think of it, it could have been the Pod.
one in particular stands out, though I don't know how I remember it since I wasn't arrested.
sorry Una, better now than on the front of the Herald when you've your own show on RTE.
if youz were in any way smart, you would keep all the historic Una carnage goss to yourselves and then make money at a later date for selling stories to the Daily Mail when I am famous from being on Charity You're A Star or something.
What kind of friends would that make us?
rich friends
"rich gougers now our biggest fear"
evening herald 2005
Hey Una,
Thanks for the nice words. You should of come over and said hi or something. Especially since you were on your tod! We're lovely people really :)
Adrian
Fight Like Apes
I was there weekend before last, and the amount of fights was incredible... I thought it was because everyone has various diseases due to the manky water but clearly not!
thanks Adrian, next time :)
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