The intrepid few (if any) among you who follow my blog or what I post on Facebook or
what I contribute to www.state.ie will be aware that I am in the midst of something of a
gig-going frenzy. It wasn't premeditated, but it looks as though, by Sunday night, I may
have attended eleven gigs in eleven consecutive evenings.
To recap: Pere Ubu last Thursday, Cian Nugent last Friday, Willie Nile last Saturday,
Queens of the Stone Age last Sunday, Pixies on Monday, Julia Holter on Tuesday, Shellac
on Wednesday (last night). Tonight it's Television, tomorrow a toss up between Dan Baird
and Homemade Sin in Whelan's or Elaine Conway doing some jazz singing in the Wild
Goose Grill, on Saturday it's White Denim, and then just because I'm on a roll, on Sunday I
might head down to the Dublin Blues Cartel in Whelan's front bar.
So, what's the record in the Guinness Book of Records? I think this is my personal record,
as long as it's fulfilled. Should I start a Fund It campaign togo for the record, when I find
out what it is? Happily, I don't have to pay for all of these gigs, although I did have to pay
for a fair few that I wasn't reviewing.
Also, to preempt any accusations of self-indulgence or downright hedonism: you think this
lifestyle is easy? It requires gut, energy, passion, commitment. And a love of music…
Wish me luck.