Christy Moore is right up there in the Pantheon of Heroes® And it's so exciting to be playing this the day before visiting the Ancestral Home in County Clare. But, I have to say, even somebody so god-like as Christy Moore should be thoroughly ashamed of Fairytale of New York. I'm sorry but if this was the only CM I had heard, I would rank him beneath Cliff Richard and Daniel O'Donnell.
One of my most enjoyable evenings ever was in Blarney, in a room above a pub, where a guy, whom Helen swore to be Christy's twin brother, was playing. It was so weird, because the audience was nearly half Irish, nearly half British (he said you can spot the Brits because they always ask for Black Velvet Band...!) and the rest were Scandinavian.
Yet the next day, the Blarney Woollen Mills were over run by Americans. I'm not being funny, but exactly were they doing in Blarney of an evening if they weren't at Christy Moore's twin brother in concert?
And before you ask, no we didn't kiss the Blarney Stone. Like we needed to! Besides, it was the year that small boys found it amusing to be pissing on it.
What I really like about Christy is that he gives the impression of being a whimsical Oirish folk singer-songwriter, but, actually, most of his songs are pretty apposite commentaries on current affairs and history.
