Pet Peeves

[Eoin McLove]

I don't know which I find worse, both are equally cringey, but you know when singer songwriter types (Springsteen, Waits...) ramble on between songs with some aimless, unfunny, completely invented anecdote while jangling a few chords on the piano or guitar.

Ah was in a barrrr, and I met an old mayn laaahked his scotch neat. He had a scruffy little old dog beside him who smoked a pipe and could fart the alphabet.... chuckle chuckle... Fuck up and get on with your stupid song you retard!

In pole position is the same culprits talking the lyrics of their songs rather than singing them. I KNOW there's a melody that goes with these words. I fucking KNOW there is! Sing it you fucking deadbeat! You're not a bard, you're not a modern day story teller, you're a singer. Now sing, cunt!

[Carnage]

Thanks lads.

That's tough goin, sorry for your loss, our dog finally passed away 2 weeks ago, we had booked the vet to come to the house to do the needy but he died unexpectedly an hour before the vet arrived, I watched him take his last breath and he was gone, I couldn't talk for 3 days to anyone, gutted,  but at least his troubles are over and I hope we gave him a good life...

This is it, until his health dipped - it was sudden and we had hope for a month or thereabouts - he was healthy and happy. You can't hope for any more than that for them.

Sorry to hear that you've lost your lad.

[Bürggermeister]

Being able to hear triggered drums in older albums which I was oblivious to as a young man. Gated snares too, it really pulls you out of the listening experience. Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

[StoutAndAle]

I don't know which I find worse, both are equally cringey, but you know when singer songwriter types (Springsteen, Waits...) ramble on between songs with some aimless, unfunny, completely invented anecdote while jangling a few chords on the piano or guitar.

Ah was in a barrrr, and I met an old mayn laaahked his scotch neat. He had a scruffy little old dog beside him who smoked a pipe and could fart the alphabet.... chuckle chuckle... Fuck up and get on with your stupid song you retard!

In pole position is the same culprits talking the lyrics of their songs rather than singing them. I KNOW there's a melody that goes with these words. I fucking KNOW there is! Sing it you fucking deadbeat! You're not a bard, you're not a modern day story teller, you're a singer. Now sing, cunt!

In a word - fucking Hansard.

[StoutAndAle]

Being able to hear triggered drums in older albums which I was oblivious to as a young man. Gated snares too, it really pulls you out of the listening experience. Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Are triggered drums a cymbal of wokeness?

[Eoin McLove]

Ah here. Hansard... I remember flicking around the channels one evening years ago and Other Voices was on so I stopped for a gander. As whatever song was on finished it cut back to him sitting on a step in the hallway reading a book of poetry, then looking up as though he just noticed we were there, patiently waiting for his attention- "Oh, hi".
Ridiculous 
I love that song he wrote for Once so I'll let him off the hook a little bit. Plus The Commitments...

[Black Shepherd Carnage]

Is Once any good? Sing Street was great, but the most recent one with Eve Hewson was a cringe OD.

[Eoin McLove]

Once, the film is grand. Worth a look if it's on telly some evening but hardly essential viewing. The song from it is beautiful though, and there is a great, if completely unrealistic,  scene in the film where they jam/ compose it in Waltons.

[StoutAndAle]

"Oh, hi".
Ridiculous 
 

Plus The Commitments...

"My ma'd bate the shite outta Mickah Wallace any day!"



I saw The Frames in Cork a million years ago around the time that "Dance The Devil" came out. Even then Hansard was at it.

After the frist few songs - "Howyis, Cork. You know playing this venue reminds me of {insert story the length of "Goodfellas" here}" followed by a song.

Song ends "And do you know what, Cork?" starts Glen whilst fucking around with the tuning pegs on his guitar "that song was partially written about {insert another story the length of "Pulp Fiction" here}"

Few more songs and Glen starts in on another story. Somewhere in the darkness a Cork accent ripped through the air;

"Glen! Glen!"

To which Hansard looked out into the crowd, cupped his hand to his ear and chuckled "Someone thinks this is a conversation. Go ahead." 

"Glen! Would you ever just play the fucking songs, please!"



It was the "please" that made it.

[Black Shepherd Carnage]

  

[astfgyl]

Being able to hear triggered drums in older albums which I was oblivious to as a young man. Gated snares too, it really pulls you out of the listening experience. Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Ah lad leave the gated snares be, they've done no wrong to anyone

[Black Shepherd Carnage]

Once, the film is grand. Worth a look if it's on telly some evening but hardly essential viewing. The song from it is beautiful though, and there is a great, if completely unrealistic,  scene in the film where they jam/ compose it in Waltons.

Sure since, as far as I can recall, I know neither the song nor the film, I may as well discover them together!

[Bürggermeister]

Being able to hear triggered drums in older albums which I was oblivious to as a young man. Gated snares too, it really pulls you out of the listening experience. Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Ah lad leave the gated snares be, they've done no wrong to anyone

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I'm not letting it lie, no chance!

[Carnage]

I saw The Frames in Cork a million years ago around the time that "Dance The Devil" came out. Even then Hansard was at it.

After the frist few songs - "Howyis, Cork. You know playing this venue reminds me of {insert story the length of "Goodfellas" here}" followed by a song.

Song ends "And do you know what, Cork?" starts Glen whilst fucking around with the tuning pegs on his guitar "that song was partially written about {insert another story the length of "Pulp Fiction" here}"

Few more songs and Glen starts in on another story. Somewhere in the darkness a Cork accent ripped through the air;

"Glen! Glen!"

To which Hansard looked out into the crowd, cupped his hand to his ear and chuckled "Someone thinks this is a conversation. Go ahead." 

"Glen! Would you ever just play the fucking songs, please!"



It was the "please" that made it.

Brilliant.

Earnest is the word, they're ever so earnest man... I'm a fan of both The Frames and Hansard's solo stuff but yeah, just play the bloody songs lad.

Once is alright, harmless enough. Good music alright.

[Ollkiller]

Aye that rambling between songs stuff is nonsense. I like the early frames stuff. Talked to Hansard once. He was sound out, nice to talk to.