IrishRover: Baby, first do something, mean something, instead of talking big shit and maybe, someone will listen to your drool of essence. You didn´t meet enough irish music to understand it.

But it´s typical - it´s that fox and vine.

I understand - if I was complexie and there was some accomplished band, I´d learn how to hate them. Weak fools tend to meet other fools and they boost egoes to each other, so they feel like the best guys under the sun. Yet, they still hardly mean something.

As mr. Z said - be someone, do some quality stuff instead of imitating (bad imitating) of Shane's intonation and voice, and then say some stuff about poseurs
Have a nice day.

DzM wrote:They seem to be having a good time. Good for them.

For 15 years the guys perform, record CDs, enjoy creativity and themselves and do not give a flying fuck about whining wannabes who take others’ success as a personal offence.
Of course they can't get away with this. And the fact that some band members have been to the land of Rover’s dreams while others have met Rover’s idol in person on their home grounds only adds to their "poseurship” and "sell-outism" and aggravates their “guilt”, obviously. So indefatigable fighter against censorship pronounced judgement - they should not be either listened to or discussed here! Dot. Medusa has to be free, democratic and full of monopolized essence. Poseurs are stigmatized and lashed. Devotion and tolerance triumph.

DzM wrote:And what are these "poseursheep," and who is putting prices onto them, and how is that relevant?

Must be another sheep breed - Polwart, Portland, Poseur… You are a breeder, you should know better and be able to price. Just don’t ask how is that relevant.
And to get back to our sheep, erm.. subject.
Another funny song by Orthodox Celts – cover of Thin Lizzy’s Sarah.

IrishRover sort of wrote:

DzM wrote: no gift comes without a price

You must know a lot about those prices. One can always put a price tag on poseursheep.

I have no idea what this means. I know a lot about prices because I am beset by gifts? And what are these "poseursheep," and who is putting prices onto them, and how is that relevant?

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IrishRover sort of wrote:True Medusans don't come in many, it's hardly something that meets the managerial eyes..

I have no idea what this means.

As you say, this isn't worth arguing about. You're using my pointing out a fun song as an opportunity to bitch about me and the Janitors again. I don't feel like playing any more, so I won't. Get that chip off your shoulder.

thois thread doiesn't even deserve the spoilloin' of me woirds
so these go foir the foinals..

DzM wrote: I may end up listening to non-essence-filled noise

doin't ye woirry aboiut that, yer already there..

DzM wrote: no gift comes without a price

ye must knoiw well aboiut em' proices, oi mean,
oine can always put a proice tag oin poiseursheep

DzM wrote:Keep up the good fight

oid be a sad man oif oi started gatheroin' suppoirt froim
manageroial establoishment; ye, maccash & zubana shoiuld
save manageroial phrases foir soimeoine who actually cares;
oim here foir the essence, meanoing Shane, Philip, the Pogues,
as well as foir me froiends oin essence; true Medusans doin't
coime oin many, tois' hardly soimethoing that meets the
manageroial eyes..

IrishRover sort of wrote:So nothing. God gave people the freedom of choice. Some kill, some lie, some make poseurs' music, some listen to poseurs' music, some sell out, some practiced censorship & promoting poseurs’ music...

Ah. My bad. I didn't realize that your tastes are the only ones that matter.

For a moment I considered consulting with you on all of my listening choices. That seems unscalable for both of us though. I've decided that I shall continue to make up my own mind about what music I enjoy listening to. I'll just have to accept the risk that I may end up listening to non-essence-filled noise made by people having a grand time performing it.

How lucky for you that you alone, in all of South-Eastern Europe, have inherited the gift of True Essence and avoided poseurship when you heard Irish music and decided to perform it. Or perhaps not so fortunate given the tribulations the gift has brought down on you, but no gift comes without a price.

Keep up the good fight.

so noithoin', oi mean Goid gave people the freedoim of choice..
so, soime koill, soime loie, soime make poiseurs' musoic, soime loisten to poiseurs' musoic, soime sell oiut, soime practoise censoirshoippoin’ & proimoitoin’ poiseurs’ musoic..
stuff ois, there ois a loine between the art & crap, between punk & poiseursheep, between expressoion & fakeaction, between OIroish musoic & the lack of oine oin essence terms; oi doin’t apprecoiate people erasoin’ the loine and creatoing a “so what, tois’ all fun basket”; ois thois fun.. no fun!!! and moixoin’ whats not be moixed; oi beloive thoings shoiould be called by theoir real name, as they really are; so gooid foir em’ oir gooid foir yerself and rest of manageroial maccash establoishment; point ois, oif thois ois the Pogues’ shared gloiry thread.. doin’t throiw a penny to the phrase, oi beloive ye moight be roich but not that roich!.. oi doin’t loike seeoin’ trash, poiseurs and non-OIroish musoic proimoited as Pogues’ shared gloiry, oik; oi remember twas’ so so easy to censoirshoip meself and me entoire musoic stoiry from thois thread, yes soir, ye probably remember that, ye had no problem woith declaroin’ me as unwoirthy, that was probably fun categoiry oin yer moind; but thats not even the woirst what ye doid, woith an attoitude “so what, tois’ fun”, yer oipenly proimoitoin’ of what has noithoin’ to do woith Pogues noir shared gloiry, yer oipenly proimoitoin’ trash and that ois an ultoimate doiscrace; shame oin ye..
essence to Medusa!

IrishRover wrote:

a bunch of Serbian poseurs

So what? The song is fun and they play it well. They seem to be having a good time. Good for them.

MacRua wrote:and so on.. Somebody wrote it down by ear, being half deaf.

Should probably have taken that ice-pick out of their ear first.

you'll find a set of (different) lyrics at http://www.lyricsdownload.com/sean-o-se ... yrics.html

This "Sean O'Se" version is based on Little Red Fox, a poem by Francis Fahy penned in 1893 or 1894, but adopts chorus from traditional irish song Maidrin Rua, which inspired both - Fahy and The Clancy.

And the lyrics on that page contain tons of fuck ups:
mussel --> morsel
A dog says he has a chance for me like 'why's the young cock crowing' --> ''A duck!'' says he, ''has charms for me, likewise a young cock crowing"
old fireside --> own fireside
he rakes his foes but meanly --> he rates his foes but meanly
and so on.. Somebody wrote it down by ear, being half deaf.

The Clancy Brothers do a pretty good version and you'll find a set of (different) lyrics at http://www.lyricsdownload.com/sean-o-se ... yrics.html

I seem to recall the song being a metaphor for the English rule of Ireland, anyone?

A friend has just pointed me to a entertaining cover of Maidrin Rua by Orthodox Celts. It's a little on the "oil-pay" side, but fun. I never even suspected this song had lyrics.

The Orthodox Celts (an entertaining eastern-European band playing Irish stuff, or a bunch of Serbian poseurs?) has been noticed by The Dubliner magazine:
http://thedubliner.typepad.com/the_dubl ... g-o-t.html
Including a fun video for one of their songs.

and Laura MacGhee

In the absense of a cute fiddle player, then I turn to the music. I'll grant that James Fearnley is a handsome man, but he pales in comparison to Ana from this band, Bridget from Flogging Molly or any of Gaelic Storm's revolving door of fiddle-playing babes.