Articles tagged ‘Flannery’s’
Irish Session rules
By Seán | September 20th, 2007 |
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Since the first day I started Irelandlogue I have been blogging about Irish music sessions.
At least twice a week I attend a live Irish music session and post an mp3 and photo from the session. Regular readers of Irelandlogue.com will be familiar with The Shack, Sean’s Sunday session, Brideswell, Flannery’s, Shine’s, The Green Olive, [...]
Hardy’s farewell party
By Seán | June 26th, 2007 | Add a Comment »
Once in a while you come across a person who seems so intrinsically a part of someplace that you almost can’t imagine it without them. Indeed, without them things just wouldn’t be the same; the place wouldn’t be the same. Athlone had one of these people and he left for France to continue his life [...]
Flannery’s Friday Session
By Seán | April 21st, 2007 | 1 Comment »
It’s been a bit of a slow burner, really. Hardy started it, suggesting a gathering on a Friday in Flannerys - a night that would otherwise go session-less.
I piled into the car with the bean, angel and their German-raised Polish friend. We arrived and settled into the corner, some fitful tuning and setting out of [...]
Flannery’s Session
By Seán | February 27th, 2007 | Add a Comment »
I’ll tell ya, last week will go down in history as a great week of sessions. There was a session every night of last week, with me skipping out only on the Saturday evening. Well, tomorrow wifey and the munchkin return so my days as a session superhero will have to come to an end [...]
Flannery’s Session
By Seán | October 30th, 2006 | Add a Comment »
It’s been a while since my last post about Flannery’s and this last Saturday night I made it a point to stop in. The evening was well-attended as usual and music was varied. I was especially pleased to capture this rendition of the transit van song, as it is one of my favourites. One of [...]
Flannery’s
By Seán | September 16th, 2006 | Add a Comment »
So this evening I headed out to Flannery’s for the Saturday session. The roads were wet with rain and the streets were full of celebratory Junior Certs in search of The Pub That Does Not Check For ID. I met a friend for a couple before heading across town with the bodhrán in search of [...]
