In July I had a story published in The New Quarterly (yay me!) and the marketing team asked me to write a few posts for their "Online Exclusives" blog. So, here's one I wrote about some of my recent readings: What is Laurence Lumsden reading?
P.S. And just for the hell of it, here's another of the "Online Exclusives". This is me reading the opening paragraphs of the story they published.
Yesterday was a wild and raucous Friday evening at MTELUS. The Pogues were at full throttle on stage, the fans in the standing area at full throttle too (beer launching, pogoing, crowd surfing) and Louis and I had a great time in our comfortable seats on the balcony.
The occasion was the 40th anniversary of the release of Rum, Sodomy & the Lash, an album which I only came to enjoy in retrospect. At the time it was released I was a bit of a sniffy purist about Irish trad and didn't really appreciate where the Pogues were coming from. But now, as a long-term emigrant myself with sons who have grown up in Montreal but are culturally Irish, well the Pogue's songs of the Irish diaspora hit home.
But the Pogues in concert are not really about listening to the songs. They create such a din that it's hard to hear words or individual instruments, but they also create a powerful energy that grabs hold of everyone. So, while we couldn't really hear the lyrics to The Irish Rover, or Sally MacLennane, we belted them out at the tops of our voices and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
Spider Stacy was on front man duties and was quite brilliant, and a lot more coherent than the late-lamented Shane McGowan would have been. Stacy added smatterings of French to his anecdotes, even launching an incendiary "Vive le Québec libre!" at one point in classic republican fashion, then indulging in a few bars of La Marseillaise. Several Irish tricolours appeared in the crowd at the end, but thankfully there were no calls of Up the RA or anything hateful.
Lisa O'Neill was the most impressive singer. She has a sharp voice that can cut through any noise which was handy for the night that was in it. She also recounted visiting Leonard Cohen's grave earlier in the day, which I shamefully have to admit that I've never done (though I pass his childhood home all the time on my evening walks around the block).
Daragh Lynch from Lankum was also a Pogue for the night, sang a few songs and joined in with the crowd's Olé'ing at the end. I'll be seeing him again soon when Lankum comes to town in a few weeks. September 2025 is turning into a month of Irish music in Montreal.
Mike Scott brought his latest version of The Waterboys to Montreal last night and I thought it was about time that I saw him again. It's been almost forty years (since 1986 in Dublin's Croke Park) but I've kept up to date with his music, having a particular fondness for his album of Yeats' poems set to music.
It was an excellent gig and, in a good way, quite the loudest I've been to for a while. This incarnation of the Waterboys is a powerful and tight band, Mike Scott charismatic and witty as always.
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| Mike Scott. Picture from my phone |
The audience was a real mix, men and women of all ages, most of them familiar with the old songs and ready to listen to the new ones. Fisherman's Blues came up early for a singalong to get everyone going; This is the Sea had some updated and hard-hitting lyrics for the times we live in and was a highlight. Prince's Purple Rain was a surprising and brilliantly performed encore that went down well with the crowd. The last song of the evening, of course, was The Whole of the Moon, and Scott encouraged the crowd as we roared out the lyrics. This song would be in my personal top 10 favourite songs of all time: musically it's joyous, lyrically it's poetry, and I tear up almost every time I hear it. In particular the lyrics in the bridge part just get me every time:
I spoke about wings,
You just flew.
I wondered, I guessed, and I tried.
You just knew.
I sighed,
But you swooned.
I saw the crescent,
You saw the whole of the moon.
Twas indeed a lovely September evening in Montreal.
We're so busy with work and studies that it's become increasingly rare for us to go to events together as a family of five. Consequently, Martine and I are always on the lookout for things that we would all enjoy, then planning them well enough in advance so that we can align our schedules. So a few weeks ago, we had a beautiful evening together at the famous Montreal restaurant Le Mousso, and we're all still marveling about the nine courses of haut cuisine and head chef's witty presentation of each. Then last night we all went to see the musical Hamilton in a stunning production at Place-des-Arts.
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| Hamilton at PdA (screen grab) |
There's not much I can say about Hamilton that hasn't already been said so I don't think I'll try. We were all just blown away by it, the energy from the stage at the high-octane moments, the depth of the feelings at the quieter ones. It was an American cast, and they were all outstanding. Little no-longer-at-all-little Philou and I especially loved the performance of Christian Magby in the roles of the Marquis de Lafayette and Thomas Jefferson. Philou and I used to watch the TV series The Flash together and we remembered him from that - we wouldn't ever have thought of him as a hip hop artist. But wow, he was so charismatic on stage as Lafayette in the first act, delivering a few lines in French to the delight of the Montreal crowd, and then as Jefferson his rap battles with Hamilton in the second act were, literally, mic drop moments.
We had a great evening together.
