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Hollywood Rhapsody at Dublin’s National Concert Hall


Performed by The RTE Concert Orchestra with their New Principal Conductor John Wilson

Tickets courtesy of my generous Mum while all clips are of Conductor John Wilson & his own orchestra, not the RTE Concert orchestra!

I’ll listen to classical pieces on the radio or even on CD but I would rarely be drawn to a full classical recital… unless, of course, it had something to do with the movies.

I was lucky enough to be invited to Hollywood Rhapsody at the National Concert Hall on the first night of John Wilson tenure as Principal Conductor with the RTE Concert Orchestra (though they have performed together many times in the past).

There is something special about watching the orchestra file onto the stage and take their seats. The members chat to each other and their instruments do the same producing a lively jostle of sociable sounding strings, winds, all percussive and discursive.

Conductor John Wilson arrives and the orchestra bursts into one of the most familiar of studio intros written by Alfred Newman for 20th Century Fox. (since 1979 the fanfare’s association with Star Wars is etched into my memory).

The second piece is also from Newman is called “Street Scene” from How To Marry A Millionaire. Apart from the title I have no recollection of the film but when I hear the familiar piece of music I am transported to a black and white suburban America of the 1940s/50s. I check the programme and see that the piece of music was used repeatedly for about two decades. If you have watched a handful of movies from the era you’ll recognise it as well. (even the first few bars).

There is no sign that this is John Wilson’s first night as conductor conductor and RTE Concert Orchestra play like the are old friends that they are.

They break into Bronislau Kaper’s “Confetti” from Forever Darling whose playfulness reminds me of the 1960s television series Bewitched, after a quick IMDB search (after the recital of course) I find that he did not compose that but he did compose more than half a dozen scores with which I am familiar

David Raskin’s “Laura Suite” is again another piece of music that grew more famous than the film from which it originated. Wilson and his Orchestra handle it beautifully.

The unmistakable composition “Suite for Strings” by Bernard Hermann for Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho has the entire film flashing before my eyes, the score for the shower scene has the string section jabbing the air like a bunch of the titular Psychos.

For the purpose of Citizen Kane “Salambo’s Aria” was performed badly, we were not so unlucky as Wilson explains, really, it wouldn’t be fair. He and the orchestra accompanied by  Venera Gimadieva‘s beautiful soprano voice through the melancholic taste of opera.

We were then treated to Erich Wolfgang Korngold’s March, Love theme, The Fight, Victory and Epilogue from The Adventures of Robin Hood which moves descriptively through each phase.

Wilson & Co. launched into Jerome Moross’s Main Title from The Big Country which seems to conjour up any western from that time. (Here is it preceded by the aforementioned 20 Century Fox Fanfare).

Before the break Max Steiner’s Suite from Casablanca had me sipping whiskey in Rick’s, shopping in the Bazaar while I nervously waited for my letters of transit.

Wilson apologised for the length of next section, a  Medley of Move songs from the 1950s, it was a time when hits had suddenly become a viable money spinner. So even thought he was right about the length of this section, he was also tight to include them with the scores.

We listened to both Matthew Ford and Anna-Jane Casey‘s renditions of songs from An Affair to Remember, Something’s Gotta Give, Young At Heart, It’s MagicThe Tender Trap, My Foolish Heart, Three Coins in a Fountain, Love is a Many splendoured Thing, The Caddy and The Man Who Knew Too Much.

The only complete stranger to me was the next score by Franz Waxman for A Place in the Sun but after I had experienced the moody and alluring taster it is now firmly on my to-see list.

Wilson, the orchestra and their wonderful sound effects skills brought the audience back to child hood with the plate smashing fun of Scott Bradley’s Tom and Jerry score.

And finally we trudged to the end accompanied by the score by Miklos Roza of Ben Hur’s exhausting trek through the desert, the difference here is that we, the audience arrive, at our destination fulfilled and revitalised.

Thank you John Wilson.

Thank you RTE Concert Orchestra.

Thank you National Concert Hall.

Thank you Mum.

You can see their next film related night here – That’s Entertainment.

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West Side Story at the Bord Gais Energy Theatre


Thanks to a tweet from writer Sarah Webb I voted in the Bookshop of the Year competition and a month later received a call to say that I had won tickets to West Side Story, I hardly remembered there being a prize for entering so it was altogether very pleasant phone call.

If you haven’t been to the relatively new theatre (opened in March 2010) designed by Daniel Libeskind and situated in Dublin’s Grand Canal Square I would urge a visit. It was my first time in the building so I arrived early to lap up the atmosphere.

From the outside it looks this impressive.

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But there is a different type of  impressiveness from the inside looking out and especially at night. The glass front rises up at various different angles and is criss-crossed with white beams which gave me the impression of being at the bottom of the bow of a glass boat. The modestly lit waters of Grand Canal Dock silently lapping in front helps to secure this image. Red lights that flicker and dance upward on angled columns which protrude out of the angular plaza between the entrance and the water gave me a sense of haphazard pilot lights guiding us into hazardous waters. Overall I was left with a peculiarly satisfying nautical feeling. But once you enter the auditorium it has the all classic feel of being inside a traditional theatre albeit bigger than any other in the Ireland.

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I shall leave the architect’s son behind as the curtain rises and we are transported to New York’s West Side in the 1960s where two gangs are preparing to square off to claim dominance over their meagre slice of territory. The Story begins.

This musical reminds me that I have not seen a professional production with standards higher than teenagers in love for a very long time. The gangs almost glide across each other’s paths like professional ice skaters, Joey McKneely’s choreography is sublime. he mixes ballet, swing, salsa and probably a handful of other dancing styles styles I can’t identify as the gangs and players face off with each other.

The singing, especially from the two leads playing Tony & Maria are literally top notch. Massive fire escapes of New York flank either side of the stage and move in and out on their invisible axis when the scene demanded. Colourful to brilliant white costumes adorn the players who perform exquisite moves under such technical use of lighting that suits the moods and tone of the individual scenes.

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Familiar tunes “America”, “Maria”, “Tonight”, “I Feel Pretty”, floated over and invigorate the audience, while “Officer Krupke” provides the welcome light relief from the tragic modern re-working of Rome & Juliet and all at a dizzyingly breakneck speed.

If you can keep up with it follow the international tour dates here.

For more about what is on at The Bord Gais Energy Theatre click here.

“Othered Voices” Dublin 2013: Music and Poetry


I jumped at an opportunity to join an audience at one of the “Othered Voices” events as part of Dublin’s Tradfest in January 2013. It promised to be a representation of marginalised groups’ artistic interpretations of contemporary Dublin.

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Othered Voices was organised by Dublin Counsillor, writer and poet Mannix Flynn.

I had been at a poetry recital last year where some established writers bemoaned the lack of writing in contemporary Ireland.

So I was ready to be enlightened about my country, eager to see how the marginalised artists grappled with the state of our poor country, dying to be roused, moved and optimistic that the contemporary writers would have their bemoans unbemoaned.

I was faced with two female  Hip Hop Rappers and an almost inaudible and angry male Punk Poet.

Ophelia McCabe belted out hardcore Hip Hop tunes and to be quite frank I knew she was angry but about what specifically? Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe she didn’t like her synthesiser.


Temper-mental MissElayneous was somewhat more coherent. Her rhythmic message nearly kept to the beat of her off and on accompanying music. Her accent wavered from inner city Dublin to somewhere west of Blackrock, Co. Dublin. She was clever enough to string together and hurl out tried and tested anti-establishment sound bites. But her words came across as empty echoes of archetypal ideologies stolen from oppressed and bygone decades.

The last performer was Jinx Lennon, a Punk Poet from Dundalk who was a little more to my taste than the previous two. Still he either whispered or shouted most of his poems into the microphone, dealing with unemployment and youth violence in a melodic fashion.  He painted Dundalk as some sort of dystopian nightmare you would find in Orwell or Burgess.

Mannix Flynn provided me with the highlight. While he spent most of the evening as compere, he did recite a catchy poem where he described contemporary Dublin and wondered where the ‘Joyces’ have gone.

I believe that everybody has a right to express themselves within the confines of the law. The second part of my sentence belies my own ideology. I believe in the system but unfortunately the system is currently fueled by greed whereas it should be fueled by goodwill.

I believe also that you don’t have to like something because it is true. There are parts of both anarchy and the establishment that need to be changed but it is not by replacing one with the other.

Some say art is whatever you want to be and any reaction is a result. That is a cop out. 

I want my Art to  give me food for thought. 

I applaud Mannix Flynn’s attempt to give a platform to these marginalised voices, everybody deserves a chance.

For me “Othered Voices” seem to trade on rotten lemons and all they cannot have. I was unable to find any answers here only despair and bitterness accompanied by loud and often random noises. At its worst it was was unoriginal and under-rehearsed. I was left wanting a pint.

This Art isn’t for me.

It is too easy for artists to complain, it is easy for anyone to complain, you can hear it everyday on the radio, or read it in the papers or listen to it with your eyes on social media.

But it is not easy to complain constructively and with style, neither is producing great art an easy task.

People are bitter, people are on the dole, people hate the government. It was the worst of times, it was the worst of times… yeah, yeah.

If we don’t start being optimistic and producing a healthy petrie dish for cultural and economic growth, especially and particularly at the margins, our national identity will become warped and twisted.

It has to start with us.

Culture in Dublin – Summer 2012: 3 of 3: Music


Dalkey Jazz & Lobster Festival

I thought my weekend was full already with a wedding on a Saturday (that’s a full one for me anyway) until I heard about the New Dalkey Lobster & Jazz festival.

I grew up Dalkey, still live close by and I visit it at least once a week for a business meeting or an evening pint with friends…  sometimes I jump off the train and stroll through for the sake of it.

So even though it made my weekend now bulging at the seams, I planned to sandwich the Saturday wedding with the opening and closing events of this new festival.

The Discovery Gospel Choir

I sat in the Church looking at the familiar altar and remembered the dusty transformation from it’s predecessor.  My faith used to lurk in a dark and empty room but was exposed by Catholicism which shone through a chunk  of my teenage years as an Altar Boy. When that light shone into the room, it was bright and empty, the only shadows held the doorknob and sat on the window ledge, they didn’t hang about either.

Ollie McCabe of Select Stores introduced The Discovery Gospel Choir who arrived into the church and danced their way on to the altar. Instantly the mood of the audience was lifted. The hour sped by as they chose a mixture of African rhythyms, classic soul tracks and their own original rap prayers which reverberated so energetically I was afraid that the Church was going to need to build another Altar. While the building stayed together, it was the pews that had difficulty keeping the audience sitting down.

They sung and danced. Their colourful costumes filled the altar and mesmerised the people who watched with awe.

It did nothing to make me want to believe in God again but intricate and positive sensation certainly reinforced my belief in music.

Then it was time to go to the lovely wedding in Wicklow where I witnessed (for the first time) a marriage take place in front of a massive stone hearth and burning log fire.

Sunday proved to be seedy. I was armed to the teeth with tea and a dog as my companion when I made it back to Dalkey to see The Camembert Quartet play in the same Church Car Park.

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I had seen them on television but never live. They are an incredibly tight band and played familiar tunes with professional ease, the sharp dialogue they had with the crowd  consisted of the lead singer not letting a gap between songs pass without taking a swipe at the affluence of Dalkey and the people who lived there. As good as they were the only time people started dancing to them was with the addition of Catriona O’Sullivan as she joined them and belted out a rocking rendition of “Proud Mary”.

Dalkey was packed and the Lobster Festival seemed to be a huge success.

Congratulations to The Dalkey Business Group who spearhead the obviously attractive event.

The Discovery Gospel Choir.

The Camembert Quartet

Caitriona O’Sullivan

The Dalkey Business Group

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