TRADITIONAL DUTCH TILE DESIGN FREE IMAGES
September 12, 2010
Today I wandered into the National Gallery of Ireland which I do on a regular basis and while rooting around their bookshop I came across this wonderful catalogue of Dutch Tile Design.
There are over 400 images in the catalogue and there is also a cdrom of all these images.
The book is called Traditional Dutch Tile Design and is published by Pepin Press.
The images on the cdrom can be copied quite legally on to your blog or web page.
By the way , the pictures look far better in the book which is beautifully illustrated.
SEOIRSE BODLEY CEOL – SYMPHONY NO. 3 RTE
June 4, 2010
Seoirse Bodley’s , Symphony no. 3 ( Ceol) recorded 9 Sept. ’81 on the opening of the National Concert Hall. Also featured on the LP is A. J. Potter’s , ” Sinfonia de Profundis’. I’ve never seen this on cd and indeed this is the only vinyl copy I have ever come across. A full list of Bodley’s works can be found HERE. You can see his Chamber Symphony LP here.
CATHAL O’SEARCAIGH A FAMILIAR VOICE
April 29, 2009
Now that O’Searcaigh is back in the news I thought some might like to hear /see the man himself.
The body language , tone of voice it’s all too familiar. It sounds much the same as those statements from church leaders telling us that they knew nothing….We’ve seen a hundred Catholic priests and Christian brothers use that same tone…..Fairytales were used in the old days to warn children of dangers …….ironic isn’t it .
….mind you , if it were you or I it would be different….it would be very different.
For further posts on O’Searcaight you’ll find more here.
Twenty Major Stole My Bike NGI Revisited
April 21, 2009
About six weeks ago Twenty Major stole my bike. I had locked it just at the bottom of Georges Street and had only left it for maybe ten minutes. The lock was still there lying on the ground , he had obviously used some kind of bolt cutters. I didn’t actually see him rob the bike and indeed have never met the man but I still believe it was him. A man who weaves bad language into the very fabric of his blog as he does is capable of just about anything.
But that’s not what I really wanted to write about. When I had my bike I used to call into The National Gallery of Ireland (NGI) once every ten days or so. I would wander about looking at the picture of course but most of the time I spent in the gallery’s bookshop. I’m one of those people who comfort buy. As I’ve said elsewhere , I live on my own and have no friends ( I’m unwanted and unloved ) so comfort buying is one of the few pleasures left to me. I have a small collection now of NGI fridge magnets , stuck of course to my fridge. ‘ Having nothing to do all day I spend a lot of time in my kitchen staring at these magnets while I listen to my old valve radio. If I still had my bike of course I could be out getting some fresh air. Be that as it may the magnets do bring me some little pleasure. I’ve also bought a small wooden puzzle , a jigsaw puzzle that is of a painting by Cranach the Elder ,”Adam and Eve , 1526″.
None of this might strike you as particularly interesting but it’s major league stuff when you live (exists) as I do. And at least I do occasionally visit an art gallery which is more than can probably be said for Twenty Major. And I doubt very much if he’s the sort of man who has a valve radio either. I bought my own valve radio ( in fact two radios ) in Bray market which is just south of Dublin and overlooks the Irish Sea. You really haven’t heard radio if you don’t have a valve operated one. On top of one of these radios I keep my mini collection of Irish Dresden ballerinas.

It’s terrible that you cant leave your bike anywhere in the city now. I thought of buying another one but this is the third in succession that I’ve had stolen and there is a limit to my wallet ( especially with all the comfort buying I do). The moral of this story by the way is that Irish bloggers are not to be trusted. They are , all in all , a bad lot, racists and bike thieves the lot of them. The world would be a better place without them.
So now I have to walk everywhere. I can be seen on a daily basis walking the city streets like some lost soul, head down and hands in pockets and going nowhere….. Unwanted , unloved and ignored….. And who cares ? No one cares.
But I’ve still got my blog. I’ve got my fridge magnets , my jigsaws , NGI coasters and best of all my NGI Mousemat….. Roderic O’Connor’s ” Reclining nude before a mirror“.

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.
NB. THE ORIGINAL VIDEO POSTED HERE WAS PULLED FROM UTUBE.
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.



















