Sunday, August 17, 2008

Ah, bollocks...

Ronnie Drew RIP:

The 'grouchy' Dubliner who never lost his sense of humour

Ronnie was never my favorite of the Dubs--Luke Kelly was my great hero, both for his politics and for the astonishing intensity of his singing (he was either the whitest R&B singer or the blackest Irish ballad singer I'd ever heard),--and I kind of agreed that Ronnie's sounded like gravel being ground under a sheet-metal door, and his quasi-flamenco guitar playing always sounded incongruous beneath it. But Ronnie had absolute brass balls and, despite the Italian suits and pointy-toed shoes, you always felt like he could handle himself in a barroom whenever the crack might deteriorate into a set-to. And he never backed down an inch.



Best quote in the above article:

"You can take the hardest rock band on the earth and they sound like bunch of girls next to The Dubliners," said Bono of U2.
You got that right, Paulie. And don't you forget it.

Fare thee well.

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