Yesterday was astonishing. Two and a half thousand comedy fans out enjoying themselves. You could feel the Festival ramping up towards the long weekend.

Out of 11 shows, 8 were completely sold-out, including 2 appearances from John Bishop at the Black Box and a completely rammed Róisín Dubh.

Today we have 13 shows, 8 of which are already full houses. But if you move fast, you can grab a ticket for some sweet sweet laughs.

Source: Galway Comedy Festival

See you soon, friends!

15 May | Róisín Dubh, Galway

18 May | Grand Social, Dublin

20 May | MOTH Club, London

21 May | Gullivers, Manchester

23 May | Mono, Glasgow

24 May | Voodoo Rooms, Edinburgh

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Storia Di Musica #272 - Thin Lizzy, Black Rose: A Rock Legend, 1979

Phil Lynott non è alla vista il classico irlandese: carnagione scura, capelli afro, figlio di Philomena, irlandese, e Cecil, guyanese di passaporto brasiliano che all’età di tre anni si trasferisce a Dublino. Avrebbe una voce perfetta per il soul, ma si innamora al nascente hard rock tanto che a 17 anni fonda la prima band, siamo nel 1968, insieme all’amico batterista Brian Downey, a nome Orphanage. Quando si unisce un signor musicista, Eric Bell, che faceva parte dei Them di Van Morrison, il trio sceglie come nome un ricordo d’infanzia: la scelta cade infatti sul nome di uno dei protagonisti dei fumetti The Dandy, uno dei più antichi almanacchi di fumetti del mondo, che si chiamava Tin Lizzie, cambiandolo in Thin Lizzy, con quella “h” a sottolineare l’accento irlandese che pronuncia tin come thin. Il trio comincia a farsi notare e va a suonare anche a Londra. Nel 1971 pubblicano per la Decca il primo album, Thin Lizzy,  e nel 1972 pubblicano il primo singolo di successo, un traditional irlandese, Whisky In The Jar, che diventerà poi una delle canzone dell’heavy metal nascente (si ricordano le numerose versioni dei Metallica per esempio). Bell se ne va, e viene sostituito prima da Gary Moore, poi dal duo di chitarristi Scott Gorham e Brian Robertson, e con la formazione a 4 pubblicano il primo grande disco: Nightlife del 1974, che ha due singoli di successo in Philomena (dedicata alla madre di Lynott) e Still In Love With You. Iniziano i tour di spalla ai grande gruppi del rock, e lo stile inizia a delinearsi: un hard rock venato di blues ma che sa pescare anche nel folk e nella musica tradizionale dell’isola verde. Dopo Fighting del 1975, è Jailbreak del 1976 che li fa conoscere in tutto il mondo: contiene infatti uno degli inni rock degli anni ‘70, The Boys Are Back in Town, che ancora oggi passa frequentemente nelle radio. Pressati dai fan e dalla casa discografica di sfruttare il successo, pubblicano nello stesso anno di Jailbreak addirittura un altro disco, Johnny The Fox, che ha un’altra canzone mito, Don’t Believe A Word, ma il clima cambia pesantemente: problemi di alcol e droga, Robertson che dopo il disco non parte in tour, e viene sostituito da Gary Moore. Bad Reputation è prodotto in Canada da Tony Visconti (1977) e vende moltissimo, e l’apoteosi si conclude con un live, Live And Dangerous (1978), che arriva al numero 2 in classifica inglese ma passa alla storia per essere considerato un “finto live”, manipolato ad arte in studio da Visconti per passare come tale. Vanno a Parigi, con Moore che prende il posto di Roberston anche in studio, e registrano in 3 mesi al Pathé Marconi EMI Studios. Se dal vivo si presentano come una pirotecnica band heavy metal, con tutti gli eccessi del caso, dal vivo sono molto più sperimentali e il disco che ho scelto oggi lo dimostra in pieno. Black Rose: A Rock Legend che esce nell’aprile del 1979, in piena scossa punk, prende il nome dall’ultima canzone, Róisín Dubh, un traditional irlandese (dove la rosa simboleggia l’Irlanda, martoriata dall’invasione inglese) che mette in medley con altri canti tradizionali: Shenandoah, Will You Go Lassie Go, Danny Boy e The Mason's Apron, ovviamente arrangiato con il piglio di Lynott e Moore. Il disco si apre con il rullante potente di Do Anything You Want, rombante, e che mostra ancora una volta il timbro vocale affascinante di Lynott, che a fine brano canta “alla Elvis Presley”. Toughest Street In Town è il loro lato più radiofonico, S & M ha un ritmo funky, Waiting For An Alibi è il singolo del disco, che arriva in classifica in UK fino al numero 6. Sarah è una dolce ballata dedicata alla neonata figlia di Lynott. Got To Give Up e Get Out Of Here sono due brani che fanno esplodere tutta la bravura chitarrista di Moore e Gorham, che si trovano a meraviglia, e davvero da riscoprire è soprattutto la seconda, maestosa. Chiudono il disco With Love, che è il brano più furbo, e si chiude con i 7 minuti spettacolari di Róisín Dubh. Lynott, con gravi problemi di droga, inizierà una carriera solista, che destabilizzerà la band, che perde Gary Moore per l’ennesima volta: viene sostituito prima da Midge Ure, che diventerà poi famoso con gli Ultravox, e poi da Snowy White. I risultati sono scarsi, ma c’è l'ennesima svolta: nel gruppo arriva John Sykes, giovane e talentuoso chitarrista, con cui Lynott rinasce, e lo dimostrano due grandi dischi: Thunder And Lightining e Life\Live, entrambi del 1983, con quest’ultimo che in un brano vede la presenza sul palco di tutti i chitarristi precedenti. Sarà il canto del cigno, perchè la band si scioglie e nel 1986 Lynott muore, per abuso di droghe, dopo 10 giorni di coma. Il nome Thin Lizzy continuerà a esistere, ma diventerà una sorta di band commemorativa di un decennio vissuto a tutta velocità da un irlandese che non sembrava un irlandese, che aveva un gran talento.

Rules: “spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.”

thanks so much for tagging me @yanwushi !!! 💖💕💚😍 buuut here's the problem: i haven't actually listened to modern english music in about errrrrr.....a while. SO. i'm gonna make this a special folk music edition!!! crediting folk songs is uhhh difficult tho, so i'll just include the artist whose cover i currently like best!!

thus prepare urself for: URL SONG TITLE SPELL OUT......

✨✨✨AS GAEILGE✨✨✨*

(*and also in gaidhlig bc i like highland folk music too, lads, yes i do yes i do 😌)

Bímse Féin Ag Iascaireacht - Lasairfhíona Ní Chonaola

i ....do not actually know any songs that start with 'i' sorryyy 😅

Ribinnean Rìomhach - Julie Fowlis

Barr an tSléibhe - Mairéad Ní Fhlatharta

Fodor dha na Gamhna Beaga - Julie Fowlis (...again 😅)

Eleanór a Rún - Eamon Mac Donncha

Eilidh - Calum Kennedy

Dá Bhfaigheann mo Rogha de Thriúr Acu - Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh

Eleanór a Rún - ok listen to it again but by Róisín Elsafty pls

Róisín Dubh - hey look it's Róisín Elsafty again!

Sadhbh Ní Bhruinnealla - Liam Ó Maonlaí (THIS ONE IS MY FAVOURITE OK I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT SO MUCH ;A;) (all versions are good ofc but the one from the highland sessions in like the 80s or sth is 🔥FIRE🔥)

ok i will tag...... @brigwife @korre @shockingheaven @fractured-ice @ashinlae @orchisailsa @there-and-back-again @sugarbabywenkexing @pastelcheckereddreams @rainsfalling @antique-forvalaka (uhhh oh god is that everyone?? I'M SORRY IF I FORGOT U ;A;)

Share 10 songs you have on repeat lately and tag 10 people. Thanks so much for tagging me @mykonossalome !!! Parts of this list are Heavily Influenced by ted lasso...

1. Róisín dubh - thin lizzy

2. Oh thou that tellest good tidings to zion - händel

3. Three little birds - bob marley

4. Rockstar - a great big world

5. Centerfield - john fogerty

6. This kiss - carly rae jepsen

7. My father's a homo/everyone tells jason to see a psychiatrist - falsettos

8. Half of my heart - john mayer

9. Dreams - the cranberries

10. Dandy in the underworld - trex

Anyone who sees this and wants to do it, please do so and tag me cause i need new music to listen to ❣️

how about róisín dubh a rock legend by thin lizzy :-)

9/10 the drums in that were absolutely phenomenal

i like this entire stanza its neat

A Past Echoed in New Beginnings

Róisín Dubh, the Black Rose of the Feywild, was settling into her dorm room - it smelt of dust and aged stone. Ink stained fingers meticulously placed her belongings in their place on the provided desk and within the set of draws. She placed her small collection of herbs in the window sill, taking time to tend to each of them and thanking them for making the journey. Her connection to the natural world was not as strong as that of a druid but she was not without her affinity for it. She thanked each of the herbs for being so brave as they traveled amongst the giants for these last few months. She took a seat on her bed and allowed a sigh of relaxation as she fell onto her side, closing her eyes and allowing her thoughts to drift. She saw visions of her past life. 

Ruadhán Dubh, the Red-Haired, was the eldest son in a noble Faerie bloodline stretching back to a lover of Titania, the Queen of Light and Summer - cousin to Lady Shandria, the current leader of the great Eladrin city, Astrazalian. This is where Ruadhán had spent most of his days, in the city between realms - splitting its time between material and fey. Knowledge of both worlds forged his education of the realms, giving him a wide perspective on the connections between them. He learned of magics, trades, history, and tales of the domains, regions, and realms that made up the World Axis. Another feature of this divided upbringing was the difference each realm had on time and distance, making it rather difficult for Ruadhán to be sure of his own age - though he knew himself to be an adult. It was an ideal life of luxury and privilege but it was not a life that Ruadhán felt joy in - the Feywild would make colors, emotions, thoughts, feelings, and magics so much more vibrant due to its very nature being suffused with magic. However, in recent years Ruadhán only felt a growing despair and that feeling only felt amplified during his time in Feywild. It wasn’t until he began seeking his purpose, did he gain the knowledge that would permanently shift the course of his life.

Róisín rose from her bed and began to organize the last few of her possessions. The half dozen or so books she’d taken with her, mostly filled with her sketches and unfinished poems along with a few more informative tomes. They didn't even fill the first shelf of the small dark wood bookcase that sat in the corner of her room. She sorted and resorted her papers, quills and pens on her desk in some attempt at organization. The only other spare robe she had brought with her was hung in the closet, leaving most of the space empty. The room felt…cold and bare. It filled Roísín with a sense of discomfort and she committed herself to finding some decorations to bring life to this stone box. At that thought she remembered the last rooms she’d called her own…

Ruadhán had always taken a fascination in magic of all kinds and was also dedicated to the study of combat. Lady Shandria had inspired him to want to protect what was important to him. She was often referred to as a warlord, though rarely to her face, but he had always seen her as the protector of Astrazalian. He admired her and had taken every chance in his upbringing to study her work and speak with her on rare occasions. One day he dreamt of being able to protect what was important to him, though he was not sure of what that was. However, he knew he admired her and wanted to be like the mighty leader of Astrazalian. As Ruadhán delved further and further into his study of magic, weaponry, and the realms; in an attempt to escape the fear and despair that grew in his heart with each passing year, he learned of the magics of the Shadowfell. It too served as a mirror of the Material Plane much like the Feywild, but the magic was twisted, dark but undeniably alluring to the young faerie. He became fixated on the study of this place and found mention of Hexblades, an arcane spellcaster who combined magical power with martial skill. Interest led to fixation which quickly turned to obsession as Ruadhán believed becoming a Hexblade and dedicating himself to the Raven Queen, the Dark Mother of the Shadowfell would allow him to be what he truly wanted - to be a blade to protect what was important to him. He would ask her to give him this, he would ask for what his heart most desired and this was what he most desired, right? It had to be. So, as the cycle to the half year in the Material Plane grew closer, he made his preparations to contact her. He knew that there was no connection to the Shadowfell from the Feywild so he must take action while in the Material Plane. On the first day of Astrazalian’s presence in the material plane, he called upon the Raven Queen asking for her to give him what he most desired in exchange for his service, but he heard no reply. Again and again, he would repeat his pleas for answers but she did not offer him any sign of interest. Ruadhán had come apart at the seams, unsure of why the Dark Mother would not grace him with her presence so that he may be right by her. On the final night of that cycle in the Material Plane, Ruadhán took drastic measures and placed himself at the brink of death. He had stopped eating, leaving his room, and had become entirely dedicated to the study. In an act of desperation he attempted the ultimate act of loyalty - there he sat in a pool of blood, the world growing darker around him. caw A noise. What was it? caw caw There it was again, somewhere in the hazy and the gloom. His heavy eyes drifted to the window, illuminated by a night sky sat a raven with piercing red eyes. “I will have you as my Blade, serve me well, my Black Rose,” it echoed as a lost melody that sent a chill through Ruadhán and everything faded to darkness. The pact had been forged. 

Róisín listened but it seemed that her roommates had not yet arrived. She took a seat at her desk, dipped her long black raven feather quill into the ink bottle and began to write a poem…or would it be a story, she never knew what it would end up being when she picked up her quill. However, she still began to write all the same.

Ruadhán awoke the next morning, feeling more alive than he ever had. As he came to, he took note of the dried blood that covered the floor. Looking toward the window he saw no messenger, only the twilight of the Feywild. It was only when he turned away from the soft light that the long soft red, no - pink locks entered his sight. In a moment, he came to his senses. He ran to the shards of shatter glass that once stood as a full length mirror. A stranger looked back at him, from the shard in his hand. She had soft features, long pinkish hair, gray skin slightly speckled with black freckles. But his eyes…her eyes? They were the most distinct feature, large gray windows into this world - he…no, not he…she knew their purpose. She was to be the eyes for the Dark Mother. Next she came to realize his…her height, he had shrunken though only slightly. Then there was the matter of his…her wings, which had been those of a beautiful blue butterfly, had been replaced by ones of a pale green with small circular patterns, the wings of a Luna moth. He…she had asked to be crafted into a Blade to protect what was important…no, she had asked for what she most desired. Slowly, she walked on new legs to the center of the room which had been torn apart by her descent into maddening darkness - she took hold of the blade she had used to take her old life. It was stained red but she could still see herself, her true self, reflected in it. She swore herself to the Dark Mother and it felt as though this blade was perfectly made for her hand - she twisted it around with ease and felt a smile creep across her face with delight. This would be her first thorn. “Thank you my Queen,” she uttered softly, “I shall prove to be a loyal Blade, never shall I falter, bend or break. I shall be your Black Rose~” 

Róisín wrote the tale of a lost prince of the Feywild - a noble who had given everything for happiness. You see, a noble ‘falling’ to dark magic and desires, rang too similar to the Queen of Air and Darkness - the sister of Queen Titania who stood to symbolize the corruption that they feared awaited all fey. They said that, ‘Once, the Queen of Air and Darkness was the sister of Queen Titania, ruler of the fey, in the land of Ladinion. But one day a group of dwarves, who had been mining in a mountain to the south, brought to the Seelie Court a great, ten-faceted black diamond they had found as a gift for the fey queen. However, Titania was away swimming that day so her sister accepted the gift. This diamond began to corrupt her, transforming her nature, and one day she took the diamond and other magical treasures and left in a chariot of smoke and fire that was said to have appeared out of the sky. Some time later the mountain that the dwarves were mining exploded, slaying the dwarves and causing sickening smoke to cover the land.’ The noble was stripped of their title and left under threat of violence. The last remnants of their family saw them only through the lens of disgust, confusion and pity. Those stares and comments would haunt the noble for many nights to come. However, no longer would the noble waste away in the dark, instead taking to exploring the Feywild, Feydark, and eventually the Material plane. They had been gifted with new eyes and with them saw beauty in these worlds. Traveling amongst the common folks, learning from the peoples of nature, finding comradery amongst thieves in the darkest of places, and most recently exploring herself amongst the artisan Stone Giants. A desire for knowledge and a letter of acceptance fueled the noble to seek out a place of proper study. And finally, she had arrived.

Róisín stopped her writing at the sound of the door to the common area opening, it was time to meet her new roommates.

Irish Tour Dates 2024

Do not miss Gemma Hayes live in Ireland in the coming months. More European to be confirmed soon.

REPUBLIC OF IRELAND

APRIL 12 - WATERGATE THEATRE, KILKENNY

APRIL 19 - INEC ARENA, CO. KERRY

APRIL 20 - DOLANS WAREHOUSE, LIMERICK

APRIL 21 - CYPRUS AVENUE, CORK CITY

APRIL 27 - RÓISÍN DUBH, GALWAY

MAY 10 - RCC, LETTERKENNY

MAY 18 - VICAR STREET, DUBLIN

MAY 19 - SPIRIT STORE, CO. LOUTH

JUNE 29 - NIGHT AND DAY, LOUGH KEY FOREST

Check local venue for tickets and more information.

Róisín Dubh, Galway, 2016

The stars all seem to come out for us tonight as we arrive in Galway. Wednesday, June 28, 2022 @ 11:10 PM (at Róisín Dubh) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfd7AYIKTJI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

“Róisín Dubh” (pronounced Ro-sheen dove or Ro-sheen doo, meaning “Dark Rose”), written in the 16th century, is one of Ireland’s most famous political songs. It is based on an older love-lyric which referred to the poet’s beloved rather than, as here, being a metaphor for Ireland. The intimate tone of the original carries over into the political song. It is often attributed to Antoine Ó Raifteiri, but almost certainly predates him. Originally translated from the Irish language by James Clarence Mangan, this translation is credited to Pádraig Pearse.

Róisín Dubh (Black Rose) by Phil Lynott

Róisín Dubh (Black Rose) by Phil Lynott

The song was inspired by Phil Lynott’s fascination with Irish history and Celtic mythology, and ironically was to become his epitaph. Go dtuga Dia suaimhneas da anam. ‘Róisín Dubh (Black Rose)’Phil Lynott Tell me the legends of long agoWhen the kings and queens would danceIn the realm of the Black RosePlay me the melodies I want to knowSo I can teach my children, oh Pray tell me the story of…

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a literary trend that i’m GLAD is gone is long expressions of love to a woman who’s a metaphor for ireland

legs mcgee and the róisín dubh

Róisín Dubh - Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh and the Irish Chamber Orchestra

Róisín Dubh (Irish: [ˈɾˠoːʃiːnʲ ˈd̪ˠʊw]; "Dark Rosaleen" or "Little Dark Rose"), written in the 16th century, is one of Ireland's most famous political songs. It’s a love song... for Ireland!  This version is performed for the project "Róisín ReImagined."