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Little Nicky Cave

I had the very good fortune to get to see Nick Cave last week.  It was billed as ‘an evening of readings, music and conversation with Nick Cave’. And that’s what we got. Cave has a new book out – The Death Of Bunny Munroe and the evening opened with him doing a reading.  Then […]

The rules to gig-going coolness.

The live music experience is a complex social environment.  Forget about your years of torment at the hands of the cool kids in school – veteran gig goers will roll their eyes and nudge their mates if you fail to conform to a thin line of cool.  Scratch that, it’s actually if you do conform […]

It’s not right

Dear god.  While flicking through the channels, I just found Celine Dion singing, in thigh-high boots, a cover of George Harrison’s ‘Something’, as Joe Walsh plays guitar. So many things wrong.  So many things Still though, thigh-high boots…

I’m going to see Tom Waits

I’m going to see Tom Waits. I’m going to see Tom Waits. I’m going to see Tom Waits. I’m going to see Tom Waits. I’m going to see Tom Waits. I’m going to see Tom Waits. I’m going to see Tom Waits. I’m going to see Tom Waits. I’m going to see Tom Waits. I’m […]

More rambling nonsense

I feel another semi-drunk stream-of-consciousness post coming on. Can’t be good. Really. It’s Saturday night though, you see. My wife has popped off to visit her folks and taken my daughter with her. Free gaff! So I made a (spicy as fuck) chilli for dinner and settled down to have a few beers. After watching […]


I’m just having a listen to some Leonard Cohen as I write.  Splendid stuff.  I’ll admit that I’m a relative latecomer to Lenny, having only cottoned on in the last four or five years (all of the ‘real’ fans are scoffing so hard that they’ve probably hurt their throats now – fuck ’em). Anyway, I’m […]

I’d like to be under the sea

Ok, my dreams are becoming a little worrying. Last night, I dreamed that some friends were having a bit of a party. It was a fine affair with booze aplenty and there seemed much merriment. There were a few famous musos there and I remember noting them, although I can’t remember who they were now. […]

Job done

Well, I’m back from a few days helping some friends record their new album. Excellent progress made – 10 songs tracked and a couple of jams recorded too. Drums, guitar and bass all recorded. Good work. Long days and very long nights. Pretty grueling sessions. Lots and lots of beer. Late nights, no lie-ons. Well, […]

Let’s rock

Well, for the next few days, I’m off down the country. My interesting life means that I’ll be helping some friends record an album. Rather than a proper Led Zeppelin style, tiny picturesque cottage in Snowdonia or huge, fuck-off, tumbledown mansion however, I’ll be heading to wonderful, sunny Roscommon and a crappy, rented holiday home […]

Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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