THE GARDEN OF IZZIE KLINGELS
September 28, 2008
I’ve never met Izzie Klingels but I have a great fondness for Garden. In fact if it wasn’t for dear Izzie I wouldn’t even be aware of Garden. It was she who brought me ‘into the garden’….I’m listening to Agnes Bernelle as I write this , she’s spinning around on my record deck and it seems appropriate that I should be listening to her when writing of Izzie…
I am , I suppose , what might be best described as a sad old man with no friends….that’s not self pity just simple plain fact. I live on my own and sleep on the floor of a one room flat here in Dublin. I have better things to do with my money than buy a bed and apart from that I have not got the room for one and so I sleep on the floor…..and I sleep like an innocent……
When I get out of bed every morning , which is to say when I get up off the floor and have my morning coffee I find that I have nothing to do so I wander out my front door and head for the record shops of Dublin.. If it wasn’t for the record shops I would go mad…. I put one foot in front of the other and eventually end up in one of the few vinyl emporiums left in this city. I’m an old time record collector….My hair is grey and as the song has it ,” I ache in the places where I used to play”. My clothes are all worn and shabby as all my spare money goes on vinyl and I am I suppose well known in these shops…..and I’m always on my own. But then again , who needs friends when you’ve got the vinyl ? But who cares about any of this…
To get to what I wanted to tell you…There is a shop in Dublin called Road Records which specalises in independant (!!) record labels and I was in there one day about a year ago ( I’m in there every day of course ). It’s a small shop which sells a lot of unremarkable modern music. And it sells this to unremarkable people. People who live in modern apartment blocks on the river. You know the sort I mean. No lost rebels here . No rebels without a cause or otherwise. The economy is doing well (even with the recession) and so are they….they all want to be just like daddy ( and they are , they are ).
Well , like I say , I was in there one day looking for something special. I was leafing through the shelves of Indie (!!!!!) vinyl as I had done a thousand times when I came acrosss this 12 inch ep by someone called Garden. It was the cover that caught my attention of course. I held it in my hand. I turned it around and looked at it from different angles. I put it down and then picked it up……and then I looked at it again.
I bought the record needless to say. Four hippy/psych type songs that might have been THE hippy anthem if the record had been made 40 years ago. It’s a gem. A classic of the first order. Four wonderfull songs with titles like , Yew Tree and Dandelions…..
” I am the yew tree
I am the yew tree
I am the yew tree
yes.”
I play it over and over. And when I’m not actually playing it I’m holding it in my hand , wondering who that girl is. She has her back to us and yet seems somehow sad…… She’s the child , the brainchild of Izzie Klingels. She came out of Izzie Klingels head. How long was she there ? And how did she get there in the first place ? When Izzie was going about her business , standing in the supermarket checkout , chatting with her facebook friends , was this little girl locked up in her head all the time. And late at night when Izzie was asleep and all was dark and quiet was the little girl gently tapping , tapping … “Let me out , let me out “
And why Izzie , why do you abandon your children in indie record shops. There is a myspace and web site but these tell us nothing. Why have you sent this sad garden child out into such a cruel cruel world ?
TUBBY HAYES LONDON JAZZ QUARTET TEMPO/EMBER VINYL LP
September 25, 2008
This LP was originally released on the Tempo Label. This then is a reissue on the Ember Label. There is no date on this reissue but it would have been pressed within a few years of the original probably in the late sixties. I picked this up on Ebay just a few weeks ago but I have forgotten what I paid for it (I buy a lot of LP’s) but I’m sure I handed out a little over 100 euros.
The music is not quite typical of Hayes. It’s not driving heavy jazz or anything like that. It’s the sort of music you might have heard on the soundtrack of many British kitchen sink movies of the sixties. If you were not a fan you might brush it aside as library music. All the tracks are arranged by Tony Crombie and as far as I can remember about half are written by him also. The line up is….Tony Crombie , Tubby Hayes , Alan Branscombe and Jack Fallon.
The music is ‘tight’ and very sixties and distinctly British and as I’ve said it’s not unlike British film music of the period….but it’s quality stuff and if you like classic ‘modern’ jazz you will love this. It’s the sort of album that will grow on you. You might feel it’s rather conservative for sixties jazz and that it’s not particularly exciting but you will find yourself putting it on the turntable more and more…..just to try to make up you mind if you like it or not…and it will grow on you in spite of it not being ‘progressive’……
Check out my other posts on Vinyl HERE.
Vincent Browne Cathal O’Searcaigh The Three Card Trick
March 22, 2008
Vincent Browne , writing in the Irish Times has entered the O’Searcaigh debate. He writes of the general exploitation of those who live on the minimum wage , those who are marginalised in our society. He also raises the question of the movie itself and wonders if that was exploitative. In short , in spite his liberal credentials he repeats what most other journalist have said on the matter. His interpretation is the classic liberal one and it’s hard to fault it. He presses all the right buttons and is , I would imagine quite sincere in his argument. And yet it has all left me cold. I feel an immense tiredness. It’s hard to put it into words. ……But I’ve been here before …..And I suppose that most of all I am conscious of the fact that I cannot win , that I will be proved wrong in the long run….As I say , I’ve been here before. And the truth is of course that I’m not going to win this argument. I never was going to win. ….And less someone say that this is not about who wins or who loses let me make it quite clear here and now that that is exactly what it IS all about. That , boys and girls is what it’s always about. And there are winners and losers. There always are. And the winner of course gets to write the final chapter.
And the truth? Well , that doesn’t matter either. He who wins gets to dictate what was or was not true in the first place. You may say , in fact I’m sure you will say that all this is very cynical. But no , it’s not cynical it’s just the truth. But wait …..at this point the liberal will be heard insisting that there is indeed a thing called truth. He’ll say it loud and clear. He will declaim it from the rooftops. …..If he’s a journalist he will use all his skill and eloquence ….he may well bring a tear to our eyes and a lump to our throats.
In the movie , “In Cold Blood” there is a scene in which one of the killers is being interrogated by the police and is asked if he feels guilty. His answer is simple. “Guilty , that just a word the man (judge) say’s when your luck runs out.” And of course he’s right (from his point of view). Which only helps to underline the fact that words can and often do mean different things to different people. And that there is always a winner and a loser. In fact it’s all about who wins and who loses.
Vincent Browne would have us believe that it might have been better (more just) if the movie “Fairytale of Kathmandu” had not been made. And you have to stop here or at least pause a moment because this is where it gets …….well , confused. The movie , he feels was unfair , unbalance even hypocritical ……Like I say , this is where you have to go very slow. This is where you have to start thinking. As they used to say in the old war movies , “Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes”. And in this instance , forget what I said about truth or anything else , just keep watching….because this is how the trick is done. Now , watch closely and don’t let yourself be distracted by anything ….And remember that Browne is a journalist and words are his tools …..
Vincent Browne would , as I’ve said have preferred the film was never made. He would rather we were not having this debate. He may try to square that circle by telling you that it’s the manner of the debate , the way in which it came into the public realm that he’s got a problem with but the bottom line remains that he didn’t want this film made. Now keep watching and remember what I said , “Don’t let yourself be distracted!” And in case you didn’t hear me the first time let me say it a little louder , “DON’T LET YOURSELF BE DISTRACTED!”.
Browne would have liked it better if we were not having this conversation. He feels that O’Searcaigh was used by the director of the movie , that we were all used , exploited by Ni Chainain. That the whole thing is in a sense a sham. He makes the point that we live in an unfair society where the poor and underprivileged are exploited daily , he expresses concern …..He puts forward as I’ve said a classic argument. …..He would have liked this whole issue to be debated in a proper manner and in the absence of that he would rather there was no debate. Or at least not this one. He has a perception of what a fair and honest debate is and this is not it. He aims for an ideal and this debate does not meet his rigid standard……that the issue should be presented and examined through the medium of popular television makes him very unhappy. The medium that is , with which the great mass of underprivileged feel most comfortable with , this popular media is the last place he wants the issue discussed. And yet this very media is used every other day in this manner. It is the norm for investigative journalism and has been for years without Browne having any problem with it.
He is a bit like the Socialist Worker Party who demand revolution but usually end up critical of anyone who starts one on the basis that it’s not quite pure enough. And like the SWP he has a fundamental distrust if not fear of the great unwashed especially when they start making demands of any sort. He (and all the rest) feel that they know best and they don’t like loosing control. They , the artists , poets and journalist stand shoulder to shoulder protecting their ground. From their privileged position (their near total control of the media) they lecture us on ethics and even philosophy. But they also judge us. And they judge us to be unlearned , unsophisticated in thought and intellect , little short of drones. They look at us and see the mob…..a howling mass of unthinking humanity that must be protected from itself. Trial by media they shout in disgust …..like magistrates of old they set their faces against the very people they would claim to be serving. They pride themselves on their liberalism but in a different age might have been writing for The Catholic Herald.
As I keep repeating over and over again all this has little to do with O’Searcaigh and it has even less to do with any concept of truth. This is about power. And power is not an abstract concept. Power is covetous. It is the powerful who dictate the terms of debate or if indeed there is to be a debate in the first place. But once in a very blue moon something goes wrong…..somone somewhere breaks rank….this is the ultimate sin against power. This way lies anarchy. But anarchy of course is one of those words which can mean different things to different people. It’s largely a matter of geography and politics and of course who exactly is telling the story.
For 20 years the working class have been subjected to trial by media/conviction without due process without as much as blink from the Brownes of this world. Daily , weekly and monthly they are and have been slandered as racists or homophobes if they dare to raise their heads above the parapet. Entire communities damned as ignorant or just plain stupid and worse still if they have the temerity to express an opinion. And this is never done to our faces but from the safe refuge of their ivory towers , their insulated fortresses. Whole communities marginalised and disfranchised and slandered and not so much as twitch from our modern liberals. Gombeens and hypocrites putting the boot in……and always from that safe distance. Like Mandelstam and his Lutherans, they mourn the fate of their poet (he’s no Mandlestam -and they known it) but they are really mourning an attack on one of their own class. Like intellectual schizophrenics they will stand by O’Searcaigh before lunch and after a hearty meal will be just as eager to stand by some mad mullah who would be more than happy to castrate him. Happy to praise the banality of Bowling for Columbine , delighted to raise it to the level of art ………but that was yesterday…..and a long way from home.
No , this has nothing to do with truth. This is war , class war and it’s vicious. Remember the first rule of war ; know your enemy. And this enemy all have one thing in common , none of them work for the minimum wage. They take a salary that most can only dream of and often supplement that with an Arts Council grant. They would try to convince you that this is about Truth or Justice and other such abstractions but there’s nothing at all abstract about an Arts Council grant or a journalist’s wage. Privilege always attempts to dress itself in fine clothes. And privilege can afford them.
Free speech is dead and it died on their watch , with their collusion but they didn’t even have the integrity to write it’s obituary. Browne’s article is both subtle and devious parading as he does his concern for the masses but we must not loose sight of what he is really saying. And he’s telling us to ‘look at the big picture’ ( he assumes , in his arrogance that we have not already done this). He asks us to consider the greater injustice ( but we’ve been saying just that for years ). He would like to divert our attention. Browne is the ‘reasonable man’ but as I’ve said elsewhere and often the reasonable man is always the one with the full belly. The more property/wealth a man acquires the more reasonable he becomes. Empires (once established and consolidated ) demand reason and order. Before we know it these words themselves have acquired an almost mystical quality , a pseudo- religious quality which may not even be questioned. It happens in the blink of an eye. As Dylan wrote , “It’s done with the flick of a wrist” and we never see it coming. “Words are power” and it’s the powerful who controll the media…..and the words.
To read my other posts on the O’Searcaigh affair click here and scroll down.
NIRC New Irish Recording Company LP. Bernadette Greevy Brian Boydell Gerard Victory. Irish Classical Vinyl.
December 2, 2007
These two LP records are the latest addition to my record collection.
Record1 Bernadette Greevy .Berlioz “Le nuits D’dte” , Berkeley “Four Poems of St. Teresa of Avilia”.
New Irish Chamber Orchestra. cond. Andre Prieur. Nir 013. LP
Record 2. Brian Boydell , “Symphonic Landscapes”. Gerrard Victory “Inscapes”.
RTE Symphony Orchestra.
NIR 011. LP
The New Irish Company ( NIRC) issued a number of LP records in the 1970’s by Irish composers and musicians such as Boydell , Victory , Bodley and Duff. They are long since out of print and are very rare and almost impossible to find. If you have any information about this label please let me know through the comments and the end of this post.
Elvis Presley Last Concert Fat Elvis Video
November 26, 2007
I suppose this youtube video has been posted many times before but never mind. Elvis ‘s last ‘official’ concert and he’s in pretty bad shape , but his voice never let him down He was dead within a few week of this performance. There will never be another like him.
Painted in 1775 this is one of the more popular paintings in the collection of The National Gallery of Ireland. Measuring 145 cm by 173 cm and originally called “The Pictorial Conjurer displaying the Whole Art of Optical Deception” the picture is a direct attack on Sir Joshua Reynolds the then president of The Royal Academy.
In 1774 Reynolds in a lecture to the academy at a prize giving ceremony argued the importance of copying not just from nature but from the old masters as well. A year later Hone produced this picture but it was rejected by the academy although it had originally been accepted until a complaint from the artist Angelica Kauffman in which she claimed that she had been represented as a nude in the top left of the picture. This however was really just a ruse and the real complainant was Reynolds. Hone later painted out the nude figures and went on to exhibit the painting at no.70 St. Martins Lane in London where it probable recieved more notice than it might have if it had been exhibited at the academy. This is believed to be the first one man show in Britain. A sketch in oils for the painting is to be seen in The Tate Gallery , London.
This is not the only time that Hone had trouble with the academy over one of his pictures. In 1770 The Royal Academy asked him to make changes to one of his paintings in which a Capuchin Friar while seated at a table could be seen stirring a bowl of punch with a crucifix.
Top picture is the sketch in The Tate Gallery and the bottom is from the book Irish Paintings in the National Gallery of Ireland. (see previous post). See also Fra Angelico.
This large heavy book is volume one of a three volume set , volumes 2 and 3 as yet unpublished which are to make up a catalogue of the entire collection of Irish paintings in the National Gallery of Ireland. Running to over 400 pages much of the information contained in this volume has never be published before. With full scale illustrations on almost every second page this is an impressive book and an absolute must have for anyone with an interest in Irish art or any art for that matter. Quite apart from it’s very real value as a guide to Irish art the works shown here give a great insight into the social , political and cultural life of Ireland in the 18th. century.
At 70 euros in hard back it is excellent value. It may be purchased directly from the gallery or from any good book dealer. Hopefully they will make this available on a computer disc ’though the gallery has not been very foward looking in this manner in the past. Only one video featuring Irish paintings in the gallery has ever been released but this was some years ago and it has not been released on DVD which is a great pity as it is really very good.

The Piping Boy by John Camillus Hone. 1769. (the artists son).
I spent about two years looking at this book in my local book store before buying it the other day. The reason I was hesitant in purchasing it is that as much as 50% of the painting included here have no merit. They seem to have been included simple because they are Irish. Many of the portraits included are not the sort of thing you would want on your wall as the persons portrayed are for the most part not unlike the sort of person that you will see on the streets of any Irish city now. In fact I have to almost force myself to look at them. A nasty vain vacuous breed the lot of them. If you wanted to prove that the Irish were an inferior race then you might well use some of the images in this book as they really are a gallery of throwbacks. This is an excellent book in spite of everything but it’s not a great advert for Irish art nor does it show the Irish as a very attractive race.
Apollo Gallery Dublin Art and Business Ethics
May 13, 2007
Some time ago I decided to sell a picture I owned to someone I knew. They gave me a small deposit and to make a long story short that was the last I saw of it. Until that is I saw it in the window of The Apollo Gallery in Dawson Street in Dublin. I went in to the gallery and explained that a couple of week previously it had been on my wall and asked who gave it to them. I further identified the picture by telling them what was written on the reverse. The picture was a pencil portrait of General Owen O’Duffy by the irish artist Sean Keating. I left the shop within perhaps a minute and was not in any way argumentative but just mentioned the above facts.
It was in their window for quite a long while with a price tag of several thousand euros but just recently it has gone from there so I assume they have sold it. As you can imagine I am not very happy about any of this. The picture had been in my possession for many years before it was stolen ( and in spite of the circumstances it was actually stolen) and I was hoping they would just return it but I heard nothing from them since that one day I went into their gallery shop.
The normal ethical thing for the shop to have done would have been to simply return it. Let me explain. Very few people have any proof that an item which was stolen from them was ever in fact their property. And even if they had a receipt this does not prove anything as of course they may have sold the item at some point. So if you have something stolen from you you cannot actually prove that it has been stolen in the first place. But if it has been robbed by a common criminal then that person has to satisfy the police that it is his and if he does not or can not explain where he got it from then he can be charged and you can have your property returned. So far it’s simple. But what if your property is either sold to an auction room , art gallery or second hand shop either directly or indirectly.
Such businesses may or may not have receipts but most important they have a legal reason to have , let say in the case of an art gallery shop, x number of paintings at any given time. So if you find something that was stolen from you turn up in a shop window you are in a very vulnerable position. Thousands of items of stolen property are sold in these kind of place and while they may do all they can to check that these items are legally obtained there is a limit to what they can do. And as I said very often you cannot prove that the item was yours in the first place.
The solution to this is quite simple. A reputable shop or business will just return the property. You might think that this leaves these people open to being fleeced big time but this is not so. The reality is that most people are honest. But there are of course the ‘con’ men but usually these people will have been involved in this kind of thing or some kind of criminal activity before so it’s quite easy to check this out. As for those who might not be known to the police suffice to say that it is not too difficult to figure out who you are dealing with once you are so to speak on your guard. In my case for instance this gallery could have asked the police who I was and they would very soon have reported back that at sixty years of age I had no criminal record and was quite well known in the secondhand business and had been selling and buying works of art for years with no complaint from anyone. And then they could just have returned my property. It must be noted here that all business of this sort budget for this as there ultimatly is no way to avoid buying or selling something that was not legally yours to sell in the first place. This then is the actual reality of how this kind of thing is dealt with on a day to day basis by reputable businesses. But of course a business does not have to do this. It can , and some do , just shrug it’s shoulders and say nothing and put the money in their pocket in the knowledge that there is after all nothing you can do about it.
In the case of my picture I was able as I have said to say what was written on the reverse inside the frame. Also I could explain where I had got it as it had been purchased from a well know reputable Dublin auction firm and there would have been a record of the sale.
What all this means is that if you have a picture stolen or taken illegally from you and it turns up in The Apollo Gallery then it’s just your bad luck as there is no chance that they will do as any reputable business would do and return it. And keep in mind that very few thieves steal for their own personal use but do so in order to sell the item on and every or just about every work of art that gets stolen is sold on the open market soon after.
I have no reason to believe that The Apollo Gallery deal in stolen property and have not implied , nor do I wish to imply that they do in any way. But I do say and say it openly, that their general ethic leaves much to be desired. Theft is a legal concept but honorable people are prepared to go beyond this and where possible do the right thing. The alternative to this is to say , “I have not broken the law so it’s just your hard luck”. Most people thankfully do not take this attitude.
It’s 12:30 and I’m sitting in the cafeteria of the National Gallery of Ireland. It’s a medium size room with plenty of natural light. And it’s busier than you would think. The gallery itself is perhaps twenty minutes walk from my flat. I have been here many times , sometimes several times a week over quite a few years but this is the first time I find myself in the cafeteria. I don’t like it , it’s noisy and a little too full and I have just now spilt my tea all over the table. It’s the tea pot , not me that’s at fault , it’s one of those that looks nice but isn’t practical. I’m dying for a nice hot cup but I’m afraid to even try pouring another one.
There are families here. Men with their wives and children , young men , the sort who bring their kids to the local gallery. You know the sort. You can tell their politics at a glance.
I had the idea that I would come here and write my blog. I figured that the atmosphere would be conductive to good writing but I was wrong. It’s much , much too noisy. There is a drone of what passes for conversation all around me. The proletariat are noticeable by their absence and in their place…. As a very dear and departed friend of mine would say…
”Wallpaper , wallpaper . It’s all just wallpaper”.
They could be anyone , characterless , interchangeable types that you pass on the street every day. They are one short step away from their working class roots and have mastered the art of amnesia. Their children are healthy and will attend good schools. They are better educated than their fathers and mothers or so they think. They believe in multiculturalism even if they are not quite sure what that means. They are ‘inclusive’ in outlook. They are part of the mainstream. It’s was an easy transition.
…wallpaper , wallpaper.
This is all a bit too familiar. It’s reminds me of those images on tv . The cafeteria , the faces , the background noise and then the gun shots and cups falling to the floor. I can understand how these things happen. “The jungle is never far away”.
There’s a book shop here and they have a small volume ,’ erotic sketches by Kokoschka and I’m tempted. Edith Piaf is gently moaning in the background and I’m still dying for a cup of tea. Outside the bookshop I stand facing the cafeteria. It’s full now and they are having dinner. Dinner!. Dinner! They obviously came here to eat. They will mention this visit to the galley in casual conversation.
As you enter the gallery the bookshop is on the left , the cafeteria to the right. There is a flight of stairs up ahead and at the top of these you walk through three large rooms , hung of course with paintings. In the far left corner of the last room , almost hidden and hung in what’s almost a recess is a small painting. To see the detail you need to get right up close like a man who is shortsighted. It’s Fra Angelico’s ” The attempted martyrdom of Saints Comos and Damien”. It was acquired for the gallery in 1886 and is part of a set the rest of which are scattered about in galleries throughout the world. The artist died in 1455 but it looks as if it might have been painted just a few years ago. If we didn’t know better we might think it’s the work of a child.
It’s my favourite picture in the entire collection but I could not for the life of me explain why. There is something naive in it. It’s almost cartoon like. Five hundred year old and the colour is as fresh as it was when first painted. This is what keeps bringing me back to this gallery. There is no need for a lesson in art appreciation here , all we need are our eyes.
I will walk home by the Grand Canal. Then I will look through my art books and relive the day.
The Earl of Guilford
August 28, 2006

This is a portrait of the Fifth Earl of Guilford by Hugh Douglas Hamilton.
He moved to London from Dublin in 1764 or 5. In these early years he was
quite famous for the small oval portraits as seen above . The one reproduced
here is of The Rose Family (?) 1775.
“The Watercolours of Ireland 1600-1914″ by Anne Crookshank and the
Knight of Glin. Barrie Jenkins 1994.
I have no particular reason for this post except that I spend a couple
of nights a week leafing through my art books and I like this picture.
On Sundays I usually go to the National Gallery of Ireland which is
a short walk from where I live. The one thing that is worth thinking
about if you find yourself in such a place is that you could own one of
those works of art….art , paintings that is , are a lot cheaper than
many people realise. Prices for lesser known painting by even famous
artists are really cheap…..£1,000 or less will get you a decent one.
And it will give you a lifetimes pleasure.














