by Gurrier Fri Sep 14, 2007 3:19 am
My old man grew up there and the only image I have of it is set steadfast in memories of accounts and stories about it from the 1950's and 60's that he told to me. A romantically idyllic pinhole version filled with fields and boyhood frivolity compared to what it is like now I assume. Doesn't bother me though as it gives credence and shape to all these Irish songs about the place that I grew up hearing sung that seemed like they were written about some other planet. Ballyer from what I can gather seems like it retains this intangible duality between gutter and soul. Sometimes with great darkness and despair there comes great fantastic arrays of light and creativity you know.
He grew up on Ballyfermot Parade and the stories he used to tell me always remind me of the song, Danny Farrell. He even used to replace Danny Farrell with my name in the song when he used to sing it. I got to get back there one day
My old man grew up there and the only image I have of it is set steadfast in memories of accounts and stories about it from the 1950's and 60's that he told to me. A romantically idyllic pinhole version filled with fields and boyhood frivolity compared to what it is like now I assume. Doesn't bother me though as it gives credence and shape to all these Irish songs about the place that I grew up hearing sung that seemed like they were written about some other planet. Ballyer from what I can gather seems like it retains this intangible duality between gutter and soul. Sometimes with great darkness and despair there comes great fantastic arrays of light and creativity you know.
He grew up on Ballyfermot Parade and the stories he used to tell me always remind me of the song, Danny Farrell. He even used to replace Danny Farrell with my name in the song when he used to sing it. I got to get back there one day
