I have a new band and they are called Time Machine, we travel all over the world in and out of different decades. Tonight The Strypes played a sold out show in Dublin, it was well lit and sounded great. Backstage the stats. 46,000 albums in week one World wide. Everyone seemed in a good […]
I have a new band and they are called Time Machine, we travel all over the world in and out of different decades. Tonight The Strypes played a sold out show in Dublin, it was well lit and sounded great. Backstage the stats. 46,000 albums in week one World wide. Everyone seemed in a good space, although its been a busy week and tiredness is creeping in around the edges. The usual rider of Skittles and milk. Back stage the families who had driven down from Cavan. Proud Mums and Dads all in a row. Back stage Niall and his band the Fireflies, reunited for the first time in ten years. Niall and the boys posed for pictures, it was like a wedding, everyone joined in and proud wife’s and daughters snapped away. I could have been that spare prick but felt like part of the guest list. Its all taking off and in the time machine we,/they travel, back from the music of the 50’s back to the music of their Father’s past. And in that journey the web that weaves itself around the pure joy of music and what it can bring to young hearts. I watched the front row of girls singing, words that did not belong to the songs the band were playing, in this time machine they were being transported to some other place. Its complex and wonderfully simple all at once. In my time machine i was once on that stage, there in the heat of youth, a gentle swagger across the amp line, a moody glance at the front row, a back stage filled with smiling friends and family, all mostly now gone. Tomorrow im back across the Irish Sea and the boys take off for Germany and another show at another festival, the last this year. Arms link in an imaginary dance, the high of teenage power over the mighty sword of reality, the shard of experience daggers down from the light of yesterday into the now and this dressing room. Congratulations Niall and the band, you have worked so hard for this, hold on to your hats, its going to be a fabulous ride into the future. The Doctor has his scarf trapped in the door, excuse me while i kiss the sky!