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nialler9: Two Door Cinema Club’s new single Sleep Alone.

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 10:55:49 +0100

Two Door Cinema Club’s new single Sleep Alone.

Limericks newest radio station! Get on it!

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 00:59:13 +0100

Limericks newest radio station! Get on it! :

Run above a bar in Limerick city by Ray Fennely and Fintan Moloney, it’s gaining popularity every day. Bringing you new and exciting tunes from around the globe, this radio station is sure to take off! :)

The Garden and Maraschino Bar, Zadar, Croatia

Sat, 07 Jul 2012 17:09:12 +0100

First stop in Croatia and we head to Zadar. One of the first things we notice here is how SOUND the people are…its nice to be somewhere people act the same as we do at home. Last night we checked out a place called THE GARDEN. Everyone we met was telling us this was the place to be, and I can see why. We arrived and ordered a pitcher of Long Island Iced Tea which was strong enough to knock the head off a Kerry man. House choons playing in the background but not the place to be if you want a dance and a laugh. Excellent mixing though…the dj knew his crowd. We would have stayed there longer with the promise of good drink and music had the place not finished at 1am so on the dj’s advice we ventured over to the MARASCHINO CLUB…open to 5am. Situated on the extremely chic docs/waterfront across from the old town lies Maraschino bar/club and this is the place to be if you want to dance into the early hours. An excellent club with amazing views over the waterfront boasting a nice soundsystem, good resident djs and warm and friendly bar staff…not to mention a sound out resident house cat! When in Zadar do The Garden and Maraschino.

Dali out

http://www.maraschinobar.hr/zd/

http://www.watchthegardengrow.eu/

Stop Making Sense, Croatia (making perfect sense)

Fri, 22 Jun 2012 17:26:25 +0100

You know you’re at a pretty lavish foreign festival when a water taxi arrives to whisk you off to a private beach which is to play host to this year’s Stop Making Sense festival in Tisno in Croatia. I’ll have me some of that thank you very much!
After hearing the rumors of Croatia having a pretty serious dance and electronica scene we decided to investigate these claims a little further. Being thrown onto the scent by a group of Croatian esteemed techno promoters and label known as ‘Machine Whisperer’ we made the decision to up stakes and travel our way around Croatia for the Summer of 2012 just to see what al the fuss is about.
After ploughing through the multitude of festivals available to the novice music lover such as ‘Dimensions Festival’ and ‘Outlook’ to name but two, one of the big hitters on our to-do list this Summer is without a doubt hitting up ‘Stop Making Sense’. This particular festival was born back in 2010 and featured headliner sets from artists such as Carl Craig and Subclub (Glasgow) in 2011. This year it’s back and it’s bigger than ever before with an inspired line-up featuring heavy hitters such as Jimmy Edgar, Dark Sky, Secretsundaze and one of my personal favorites, George Fitzgerald.
Boat Parties with pumping choons and blasting sun is just one of the extras on offer, and if you tend to get a bit sea sick one can always opt for some early morning beachside Yoga to ease your way into the day’s musical anarchy.
As your Irish correspondents for Croatia 2012, we’ll be giving you the lowdown throughout the Summer months on this festival and others alike. Doing the legwork so you don’t have to!
If this sounds like your cup of tea and you fancy traveling a little bit further for a little bit more check out the Stop Making Sense Website, here: http://stopmakingsense.eu/
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On the beautiful Croatian coastline, halfway between Zadar & Split, lies Tisno and The Garden: a magical secluded bay with its own private beach and on site accommodation. Welcome to paradise!

Phil Source @ Macronite, Dolan’s Warehouse, 9th June

Thu, 14 Jun 2012 14:33:00 +0100

When the sun goes down, the gain fires up.

The afternoon proved to be a fruitful one. Sunshine, barbequed burgers, cans in a bright back garden. On the vine, suckling grapes blush in the balsam glow of summer.

As the sun ascends towards that unreachable vault, we find ourselves at the final night in the season as Macronite takes its leave for the summer break with little intention of going gentle into that good night. Instead, the warehouse tonight plays host to its final bacchanalia, which has been left in the more than capable hands of Source Direct head honcho Phil Source in what promises to be a firecracker of a set, who tonight will focus on the finer old school classics the label has to offer.

On the terrace, Adam Bentley is playing some light, groovy garage, which complements the rather chilled out and relaxed vibe up here at the moment. Revellers trickle up the stairs while others sit around, sup away and get stuck into the banter before things invariably shoot up a gear. At the bar, the mercury in the pub’s barometer is steadily, consistently climbing up the glass tube as a finger tugs at a shirt collar; things appear to be heating up.

Waiting for people to reach the top of the stairs, I descend to the warehouse.

The last number of instalments have afforded the Void rig ample opportunity to grunt out some Techno, so now that Flynn is pushing some decent Drum’n’Bass through the rig, the change in tone is a welcome one. The snares and hi-hats have an especially crunchy quality to them tonight, a three door hatchback suddenly side-swiped by a white transit van. Teddy takes to the stage and when he does, a leg slips over the side of the bed, jolting you out a dream; saturated bass lines mumbling through a sewer.

By my own admission, I don’t know as much about D’n’B as I probably should, although I know enough to be assured that when Teddy is at the decks then you’re going to have the pleasure of listening to someone who is more than capable of blowing the roof off any venue. The track list has the kind of edge one could expect from a diamond drill bit.

Although I have only been in the warehouse for but a moment, things upstairs appear to have really gotten out of hand: the terrace blisters like a second degree burn – ready to burst – as unsuspecting revellers fill a sardine can. The simple act of climbing the stairs reveals an unsuspecting set of horrors as people spill over the railings and plummet to the ground floor smoking area; to say it’s wedged here would be an understatement.

The tumultuous tide of dancers break against the stage, assailing the railings with feint and danger and the storm-throng ruptures as you shoulder your way through the crowd, as if navigating your way through a trifle. The fact that Greaney is playing some well tempered Dubstep only serves to accentuate the floating motion of plotting your way through this flotilla of faces; a storm of torsos and failing arms immersed in the deluge.

After being jostled around the terrace in a manner similar to what I can only imagine an unborn infant must know as his mother contracts all around him before the life-cry, I find myself reborn and spat out at the foot of the stairs; weeping, covered in goo and ripped away from the woman I love [?? – Ed.] Um… back to the warehouse…

By now, Source has taken to the decks and with his choice of Source Direct tracks from back in that most hallowed of epochs known as “The Day,” we find ourselves being offered a glimpse into something older than life itself; we listen with adulated expectation for the very beginnings of the world…

Despite my earlier comment, I know enough about D’n’B to know that the hardcore old souls of the scene cradle the early years of the last decade of the twentieth century close to their chest, a golden era when this music came to maturity, flourished and defined the sound of an entirely original mode of Being in which EDM could manifest it’s new compositional ideas; it’s untapped desires.

This same raw, primordial energy is currently flooding through the warehouse and grabs the attention like the moon bending tides to its will; Source’s tracks truly have this elemental capacity to them. Revellers rush the stage, breaking in waves as crude amens break through the rig.

By now, the dance floor has congealed into a primordial goop of arms and torsos grinding against one another, each body a molecule in the collective assemblage of water, tides flooding into waiting arms; the sensual adulation of hips, grinding in the brine.

Fanning my collar, condensed, salty droplets rain through the artificial atmosphere of the warehouse, the club transformed into the Royal Botanical Gardens. Sweat congeals on glistening brows as we venture, collectively into the rainforest. Vines clasp as the heels and as they tug, your elbows pivot, unhinged in flailing, exulted motions; everyone here is dancing like there’s no tomorrow.

From the balcony, you can see the art students sitting on the stage, this fertile promontory affording a view as if I am the Man on the Moon, dancers casting shadows of thrown shapes against my pallid, blinking face and the music ensures there’s no possibility of anyone nodding off during the set; this feast of D’n’B is too good to be missed.

Indeed, it is the peculiar quality of D’n’B that it is firmly rooted in those early years of the nineties to the extent that that raw sound will perennially remain frozen in stasis; sustained in a specific period of time. And in a climate where the evolution of production values in genres like Techno has become manifestly apparent, where one can spot the difference between a techno track produced in ’92 and one from ’02, it is a testament to D’n’B’s primordial energy that twenty year old tracks can still sound as fresh and vital today as when they were pressed.

That’s probably how you should put a D’n’B set together. Judging by the way that the satisfied crowd hollers and yells for more, it seems like they enjoyed it too.

The house lights are up. The warehouse has been cleared out as the lads begin to disassemble the rig and Macronite has come to the end of one season, only for us to look forward to the Bump festival, and in the autumn, the start of another round of superb bookings. With baited breath, I can’t help but wonder what we can expect in the coming months…

Chrons Stock 2012, Mogeely, Co. Cork

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 12:52:00 +0100

While driving through Middleton in what can only be described as the fattest rain I have ever seen I turned to my festival comrade, begging him to pull over for more booze and the prospects of purchasing a cheap rain jacket. I was clearly not dressed for the occasion, having left sunny Limerick wearing merely a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and my dancing tackies. This could be an absolute wash out I thought to myself, however never folks to let a splash of water get in the way of the shneer we drove onwards and upwards (or downwards?) to a little place called Mogeely in Co.Cork, took an extremely sharp right and found ourselves spiraling down into what can only be described as this amazing little valley packed with pumping choons.

On arrival we were greeted in the production office, which resembled a grassroots version of the spiegeltent. Pretty nifty. Wristbands on, cans in hand we head off to explore the organic farm which was to host the weekends festivities. First stop, yurt on the hill, where we were met by the smell of organic sausage rolls and the sound of raw guitars and bongos being banged out by familiar faces. Really chilled out, relaxed vibes with everyone in good spirits despite the weather, a subtle fxxk you to the rain, drenched in Irish sweet optimism. A group of us decided to take shelter in what was to be the bands tent, and in true sound fashion, the punters roped in to make sure the bands got going, assisting in the lifting of a makeshift stage consisting of planks of wood. Nice. Class acts, good fun.

Roll on the dark and with the darkness comes techno, or the sound of machines having sex with each other as it’s been so lovingly described in the past. The army tent was popping, bopping and body locking into the early hours of the morning with people going mad for this one strip of plastic tape that ran the whole way down the middle of the tent. Don’t ask, no point.

Swing, Dub and 80’s choons eased us right into the middle of Sunday morning and as the day progressed so did the weather. Having run out of booze we decided to take the long trek back into town before the looming 10pm watershed and thank god we were picked up on the road by two sound fellow Chrons Stock goers. UNREAL! Thank you again whoever ye are! Sunday evening was spent grooving and enjoying the sounds coming from the bands tent (unreal choons, great energy) followed by some exploring down to the babbling brook by the fairy fort and then some essential chilling on the hill before the complete and utter madness that followed at the late night stage! Got my shneer on big time!

Laptopless but wanting to hear some choons I somehow found myself on the platform picking out songs that were expertly mixed by somebody that wasn’t me! Props man! Good craic. Meanwhile people elsewhere were chilling out by the bonfire and we all then watched as the sun began to rise and manifest itself into a cracker of a morning.

All in all the best of times were had with some of the soundest bunch of people any festival would be blessed to have. I’d like to thank all the organisers and helpers for putting on such a great show that will be remembered by all who attended for a long time to come. Fair play!

(For the sheer sake of not forgetting anyone in this article I have decided not to mention any names, but I commend all the acts, bands, helpers and contributers who assisted in making Chrons Stock possible for all their efforts and talents).

DayLee

For more info on Chron’s Disease please visit: the ISCC: http://www.iscc.ie/ Irishhealth.com: http://www.crohnscolitis.ie/

Olivia Interviews Ilenkus

Mon, 28 May 2012 13:52:46 +0100

Olivia Interviews Ilenkus

Lough Weekend, Waterville, Co. Kerry Part III

Wed, 23 May 2012 20:48:00 +0100

It is a far, far better thing to hang out in a room that’s too warm than too cold. The heating has been on since last night from what I can tell and the room is nice and toasty on this Sunday morning. I’ve dropped down here for a few moments to myself, having earned the Nobel Prize for Sessioning, along with some of my cohorts and close friends on the second floor. Simon, my roommate for the weekend, has returned from one of his excursions around the hotel with a slice of toast. Breakfast is going on at the moment, I’m informed, although at this stage in the weekend I’ve little interest in eating.

Since it’s a Sunday, I decide that the best course of action is to get a bit of a film in for a little while; doing justice to this most venerable of days. A little cinema room has been set up in one of the free rooms, replete with armchairs and comfortable looking couches. A nice little touch, if you ask me; one that appeals to the part of me that relishes good movies and sitting alone in the dark.

It wasn’t until I heard something cackling away during cake shop scene in Withnail & I that I realised I wasn’t actually alone in the cinema room. And judging by the guttural, spine-chilling nature of the laugh I’ve come to the conclusion that I must be in the company of one of the hotel’s permanent residents.

“At least you’ve got good taste,” I tell the creature, residing in the shadows; only to be treated to a coarse grunt for my efforts. Suit yourself…

Pleased to have gotten some quality time in the cinema, I decide to head towards the games room where Roots Factory residents Frankie and Macca are prepping the decks for an afternoon of reggae. By my own admission, I’m not as fond of reggae as these lads, although I can think of worse ways to spend a Sunday afternoon than panning out in front of some nice, loud speakers and vegetating to some chilled out beats for a little while. There are some armchairs lined up a nice distance from the speakers and behind me there’s a pool tournament going on that has gotten everyone into a jovial spirit. Let it not be said that the lads don’t know their stuff when it comes to good reggae, at least, and the music is pleasant and relaxed and compliments the chilled out vibe that has settled on the Games Room on this bright, windy Sunday afternoon.

It’s a shame the same can’t be said for the monsters. Some of the deamons are banging their heads against the walls and by the looks of it, it’s clear that they’re in no way enjoying the reggae. This sentiment is confirmed when a glass whizzes past my ear and hits the speaker. Turning around, I discover that the glass has been thrown by a creature of inconceivable evil who’s staggering around the place. Clearly this monster has overindulged, however I’m far too terrified to confront the fecker, who looks like it could banish me to hell with a single glance from his manifold eyes.

An instance this bizarre calls for the suite [sic] embrace of the suites [… – Ed.], so I decide to tear back up to Number 8 to see if that one man session known as Barry is still horsing into the shneer. He’s there, and while the decks which were brought up to the suite yesterday morning have been returned to the pool for tonight’s Junglist pool party, there’s still a crew of hardened sessioners to be found in the room. The banter is ripe and it is clear the company of Galway heads know what they’re playing at.

I drop in next door to Shiv’s room to see what’s going on. I’m getting into a discussion with Silvia and Andrea, although the raging discourse between the ghosts of Leo Naphta and Ludovico Settimbrini going on at the suite’s dining table is a little off-putting. I ask them if they can take their dialogue outside, only to be greeted with a less-than-gentlemanly gesture from the interlocutors.

Time moves pretty quickly here in our makeshift Berghof and conforms to laws of its own devising. The singularity at the heart of this immensely beautiful wilderness can reduce the flow and ebb of time to a crawl, only to spit time out at an accelerating rate like the furious eruptions at the heart of a quasar: in what seems like a matter of moments, twilight has descended once again on our weekend sojourn as we find ourselves facing into the final night of celebrations the hotel will offer us.

Might as well go out with a bang!

Returning to my room to grab the last my whisky, I’m handed the Evening Edition by a paperboy dressed in Victorian attire as I stroll down the stairs. Examining the paper, I’m shocked by the headline I read on the paper’s nicotine-yellow front page:

Outrage Grows as Hotel Construction Begins

Waterville’s Native American community has been expressing its dismay at the construction of a new hotel in the town upon one of the community’s sacred sites. The hotel, which is being built on the site of an ancient Indian Tesco, has brought nothing but consternation to the locals ever since planning permission was granted in a whim by gormless local authorities.

“The construction of this hotel on our sacred land is an insult to generations of my people who have been here since we emigrated from Belmullet,” says Native American community leader Big Chief Mossy Rock.

Oh right, so that’s where this is going… I think as I turn the corner to the ground floor rooms. The light outside my room is still flicking menacingly and truly comes into its own when I notice a monster that’s all limbs flailing around outside my room… it looks hammered and I’m not sure whether it’s worth my while getting too close to the thing, although when I discover it’s holding the last of my whiskey, I suddenly become incensed.

“Ai, you, you ugly bastard, what were you doing in my room? Gimme back that bottle of booze!” I yell, lunging for the last of my hooch, only for the agile monster to avoid the direction of my thrusts. Smiling at me with a grin that could have tormented even the most stalwart hero, the monster starts running back down the corridor into the empty wing of the festival, with me following at the heels.

I cannot begin to describe the kind of terror I’m feeling, foolhardily chasing that abomination into an abandoned wing of this veritable Overlook… I can hear the monster breathing in the darkness before a dull, balmy light suddenly becomes noticeable in the corridor: the door to Room 237 swings open before I tentatively step inside…

There is a lamp in one of the corners of the room, standing behind an armchair in which Pan, whom I met in the forest yesterday, is sitting. Beside him stands what I can only imagine is a wrestler. As it stares at me, there’s a look on its elongated face like a homeless guy staring at a three course meal. That look gives me the impression that I’m just after dropping the soap in a prison shower…

“You just didn’t listen, did you?” stresses Pan as he strokes the snow white kitten in his lap. “We gave you ample opportunity to get out of here, but you stayed –“

“Have you not seen the festival that’s going on out here?” I interject. “It’s too much fun to be missed. Besides, I’m in a dream up here, how the hell am I supposed to get out of it?”

“You had more than enough time to consider that. Unfortunately for you my patience has run now. Ambrose, if you will…”

“Hey, wait a minute!” I yell while backing away from the incubus who’s slowly, menacingly edging his way towards me. “There’s only one night of this festival left! By tomorrow evening the place will be empty. Can’t you just leave me off one more night?”

Pan stares at me with vacant, disinterested eyes. “It’s too late for that, I’m afraid. My head is wrecked from all these antics. There’s drunk people everywhere, the stank of chlorine is burning my eyes and there’s been Techno blaring out of the bar all god-damned weekend! I fucking hate Techno!”

“Ai,” says I, “I’m not gonna stand here and have you disparage Techno, I don’t care what you’re setting on me. Besides, Flynn and Teddy are gonna wang out some serious Drum’n’Bass later on tonight, so every taste is getting catered for.”

A spark flashes in Pan’s eyes. “Oh yeah, is there going to be some Drum’n’Bass going?”

“Yeah, definitely! And the lads know their shit as well, it’s going to be immense!”

“Ah, that’s fair enough so. Will get a bit of Drum’n’Bass going for the night. Ambrose, leave him be,” he says; much to my delight.

“Do, sure. We’ll get a bit of a rave going for a bit,” I add, doing everything in my power to ensure that Pan doesn’t change his mind. “And if you’re into that sort of thing, the resident Junglists have taken over the pool.”

“Jungle I can take or leave, to be honest,” admits Pan.

“You had better not let the lads hear that, there’ll be war!” I add, hoping to lighten the mood. Fortunately it brings a little bit of a smirk to Pan’s lips.

“Go on sure, get out of here,” Pan tells me. “Will see you at the Drum’n’Bass sure.”

“Yeah, nice one… there’s one more thing, actually. One of your crew robbed the last of my liquor out of my room and that’s not sound. Could you have a word with it? It was mostly limbs, from what I could make out…”

“Oh that’s Felicity. Yeah, will get her to leave it back in your room.”

I leave the room and walking through the impenetrable darkness of the hotel’s abandoned wing I quickly find myself back in the lit corridor. Shiv, Silvia and Andi are leaving their room a few doors down from mine and I ask them to wait a moment while I gather my provisions. In my room I find the bottle has been returned, which is nice.

And now, armed only with the tail end of a bottle of Jameson and a silly hat, we make for the Junglist pool party.

The honk of chorine is noticeable from the ground floor, although your average raver isn’t exactly known for their high standards of hygiene, so it’s probably a good thing that the place has been disinfected to high hell beforehand. There are a few people in the pool, although the only swimming that I want anything to do with at the moment involves all the whiskey swimming around in my system… to combine the two probably isn’t the safest option. Health and Safety and all that…

There are a few groups scattered around the pool, lounging around and at this point in the weekend, you become aware that’s there’s only one more night of the lunacy going, so while you want to make the most of it, the body is beginning to feel the burn; the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.

Although that’s as much of a hindrance as you want to make it.

The man they call Bellows O’Brien appears to be enjoying himself as he plays some solid Jungle, and the buzz around the place is enjoyable.

Even Moby Dick is in the pool, slagging the shit out of Captain Ahab as the literary allusions come on thick and fast…

There’s much banter to be had as Niki takes to the decks. Out of nowhere, there are some ridiculous booty bass lines unleashed on the pool; Niki’s lashing out some serious Ghettotek. AND she’s not even being ironic!

What a treat I think to myself, due to the fact that it’s such a rare occasion that one actually here’s Ghettotek being played on a big system. Somewhere in the deep and cavernous chambers of my heart there’s a black woman with a great big booty wiggling about a dance floor. She’s delighted.

Once the music stops and some humorous photos have been taken the pool party comes to an end, only for things to get started in the bar once again. Tonight Rob of DubCulture fame is getting things underway and with what he informed me earlier would be a techno –ish set; a pretty damn good one at that. Rob’s background in Dub related materials really shines through the set and keeps everything interesting while the techno elements are distinct, yet unusual. An enjoyable outing.

Following a brief soujourn and stepping into the bar, I’m pretty sure I’m after leaving the festival and am currently staring into the lobby of Pandemonium itself. I can safely say, without hyperbole, that Flynn is playing some of the most aggressive, cynical, someone’s-getting-their-head-slammed-through-a-brick-wall Drum’n’Bass I’ve ever heard in my life. It’s sensational and suits the monstrous theme of the weekend, seeing as how a good deal of the hotel’s permanent residents are also getting stuck into the fray. Everywhere revellers are giving it socks while monsters are ripping one another’s limbs off and throwing them at the stage. Lots of the creatures I noticed in here last night who were banging their heads off the wall are now throwing any amount of shapes.

Abominable, hellish monsters love outrageous Drum’n’Bass.

Who’d have thunk it?

I notice Pan on the dance floor and wonder up to him “Are ya well, sir?”

“Fucking flying it,” Pan exclaims. “This shit is absolutely animal!”

“You’re not wrong there, Pan my Man!”

Although I’m grooving away, my body is clearly wrecked from having gotten into the weekend with such gusto. Moderately grooving around the place, I get into the set like no other D’n’B set I’ve ever heard and am genuinely frustrated when the house lights come up and the music ceases.

And so far as the music is concerned, that’s that.

Talk about going out with a bang though, one of the monsters actually exploded; there’s ectoplasm everywhere… would remind you of a bukakke movie… if you don’t know what bukakke is, don’t find out.

Reeling from the music and with a head full of oxytocin, I leave the bar with everyone else and am invited back to one of the suites. I agree to head up, but would like to return to my room first… the heating is on still and the room is especially toasty… and that bed is looking fairly comfortable at the moment… maybe I’ll just lie down for a moment… rest my eyes…

* * * * * *

Looking at my watch, I discover that it’s ten-thirty in the morning. Resting my eyes took about five hours. I guess I needed the sleep; feck knows there wasn’t much of it done over the last three days.

Session on.

The lobby reminds me of a more high spirited version of Dawn of the Dead: some people are walking around in circles, zombified following the weekend’s festivities while other people are sitting around and the banter is still most certainly being had. Mikey, in fairness to him, is still failing around the place like a nutter. While the music might have stopped, the session certainly hasn’t. There are still cans going that will be finished before people have to leave and although things are coming to an end, spirits are high, seeing as how it’s universally agreed by Lough’s patrons that this was an absolutely fantastic weekend in the country.

I tear up to the restaurant where breakfast is being served and join some of the lads at a table. I decide to forgo a fry up but there’s some toast going which seems like it wouldn’t offend my stomach too much. People are a little subdued, but you can’t be on the whole time.

Deciding that there’s no time like the present, I return to the room and get everything in order, knowing that things have to come to an end at some point. It’s unfortunate, but the beauty of an experience like this coming an end ensures that it will only leave most wonderful of memories to recall in the future; not can last for ever. Indeed, did Mephistopoles not warn Faust of the dangers of such a desire?

Et illud transit, as a wise old poet once said

The clothes have been returned to the gear bag. What rubbish has been accumulated in the room has found itself gathered up and dropped into a bin bag. The key is returned to the organisers and now that the bus has arrived and everyone has trundled on board, we can begin our journey back to the flatlands and to reality, waking up from this rather extraordinary weekend…

“Has anyone got any Stilnox? I’m going back to sleep…” someone on the bus asks absently.

Not me, my friend, I’ve had my laugh and I intend to remember it as it was, not how it could have remained. And now that the weekend has passed into the realm of memory, the time has come to get down to the task of preservation…

Fetch me my quill and some vellum, this calls for something a little different…

Postscript

This review would not have been possible were it not for the generous offer of the Lough Crew, who organised this very special event. The kind sentiments of the organisers were touching and for this kindness, I will remain forever grateful.

Lough Weekend 2012, Waterville, Co. Kerry Part II

Fri, 18 May 2012 18:13:00 +0100

It’s a cold morning in this wing of the hotel. The kind of morning where it’s so cold you know that throwing off the bed covers is tantamount to committing suicide. The throbbing headache that has chosen to rack my ailing brain justifies the hyperbolic tendencies of my previous statement… Christ, it’s probably too early in the morning for so many big words in one sentence… and looking at the time on my watch, I find it’s still just 10:30AM. Lying there and in no mood to get out of the bed just yet, I recall last night’s events.

The stage was devoted to Techno for the night. Hollywood set the bar fairly high in starting the weekend off and Dublin Duo Lakker were more than capable of maintaining this exceptionally high standard with their hard hitting set. Things were left with Ruán Flood to finish out the night, whose undeniable talents and distinctive DJing capabilities need not be mentioned by this commentator yet again.

Drinks were imbibed. Raving was had. At some point in the blur of the night’s festivities I found myself standing in the Overlook Hotel wonder how in the hell that had happened.

Once the music in the stage had shut down for the night, it was unanimously decided by a great many of the revellers that proceedings be brought to one of the many rooms scattered throughout this session plaza. We found ourselves Suite 8, Barry and Francie’s suite, where a great many revellers where in full swing when I decided to go for a lie down in my own room. Indeed, before I left for a little alone time, I noted how the ontological imperative that brought everyone of us to this hotel for the weekend was being drawn out of the stillness of Being. Everywhere, strangers and friends alike where sharing drinks, swapping stories and getting into the spirit of the festival: everyone knew exactly why we were here and in a spirit of common union and community we all came to a mutual agreement; one that would ensure we would share this exceptional feeling together.

With dreams of such hippy-laden gibberish in my mind, I finally threw off the bed covers and allowed the Second Law of Thermodynamics to work its magic on the room, my body heat evaporating with similar dejection of a lover’s broken heart.

Doing a little on the spot jogging helps to get the blood flowing and before long, I’ve buried myself in a number of my preferred black hoodies; vanquishing the cold to the inhospitable climes of memory. Throwing open the curtains, the bright light of this blue morning streams through the hillside cliffs, finding itself reflected in the tranquil waters of Lough Currane. The head is a little sore, although that’s nothing some coffee won’t sort out.

Leaving the room, I decide to venture towards the restaurant nestled behind the hotel’s games’ room. There aren’t many people to be found in the lobby, which only accentuates the sound of the grand piano in the games’ room; some delicate chords from Bohemian Rhapsody dissolving through the air. There’s a part of me that’s delighted that there’s no one else to hear this, that I have this one moment to myself; an oasis in the heart of the desert. Such sweet music I think while threading lightly through the games’ room; in no mood to disturb the pianist. A door leads out onto a balcony overlooking the lough where some lads are smoking fags. I join them out there and we exchange pleasantries while I regard the view. As gorgeous as it is, the wind is far too blustery out there at the moment to consider going for a walk and opting to put my rigorous constitutional on hiatus, I decide to pay a visit to Shiv, who’s staying in the sweet opposite Barry’s session gaff.

Walking through the first floor corridor, one can hear the sound of music coming from a number of the rooms and it is clear the session is in full swing… and while everyone out here is having a superb time, one can only wonder what sort of madness would ensure if this place was filled to capacity. The entire event would be renamed to the Pandemonium Weekend, I would imagine. There is a part of me that wonders how it would look, with tides of revellers breaking against the corridors… I’d imagine it would look something like my first few nights as an undergrad in Galway… however, there is that other part of me that appreciates the intimacy that is at play this weekend. And while having a few more people around might be interesting, I’m certainly not complaining. The calibre of people out here is probably the most important thing, and it’s to an exceptionally high standard.

Climbing the stairs to the suites, I can already hear choons blaring out of third floor; it would appear that the party I left several hours ago is still in full swing. Good man, Barry! Choosing to check in on my friend Shiv, who is in the suite opposite Delta House, I knock on the door to the left and am offered an enormous hug for my efforts. Accepting a rum and coke, it becomes clear that the chances of me going off on a nice, long walk at some point in this unspoilt territory are becoming even more remote with each sip. Ah well…

The second floor of the hotel links all the suites together with one, long balcony that connects everyone from suite one all the way to eight, which makes tearing down to the boys all the more convenient. People are coming and going through open windows as many of the patrons migrate from suite to suite.

Deciding that the walk is a lost cause, I decide to return to my room briefly to fill up on Jameson, only to discover Ali and Maria chilling out in the lobby and we discuss how fantastically things are going out here.

Before long – whiskey and coke in hand – I find myself in Suite 1 with Hollywood, Matti and Greaney. There’s some of the most generic soul I’ve ever heard in my life playing from the speakers and before long, everyone is joining in in the fray by exclaiming a number of elongated Babaay’s and laughing our asses off.

The afternoon rolls on and before we know it, the opportunity to check out some of the activities scattered throughout the venue are beginning to slip by. Rather than waste the opportunity to get some outdoors sneering going, we head down towards the lake as I wonder how anyone can brave that cold, cold lake for some kayaking; wetsuit or not. Instead, we decide to check out the archery that’s occurring by the lake.

The instructor wasn’t sure of what type of group she would be dealing with for the day, so took the safe route and prepared her day’s activities with children in mind, which is fortunate, because at this point in the weekend the average mental age of all the lads down here is roughly six. Cans are being swilled before stepping up to the plate in order to take a shot at a not too distant target.

Having never fired an arrow before, I’m show the stance that should be taken and am told not to hold the actual arrow, but to draw the bow back with the index and middle finger before releasing. On my third attempt I hit the target, at least, but I still have to step into the forest to retrieve the arrows.

Digging around in the bushes, I uncover one of the arrows without too much hassle, but the other arrow proves to be a little more elusive. Venturing further into the trees, I’m startled by the sudden movements of some daft looking, pan-legged bastard picking his teeth with my missing arrow!

“Hey, that’s mine!” I exclaim as lung forward.

The creature spins around on his hooves with inordinate agility. “You people shouldn’t be here,” it tells me.

“What the hell are you on about?” I ask.

“Your presence here is disturbing the natural order. You are tampering with forces you can’t possibly comprehend.”

“That doesn’t make things any clearer, you know.”

“Ah yes, but you of all people should be aware of what you’re presence here has awoken…” says Pan; the image of those twin girls from last night flashing into my mind…

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave this place and you won’t look back,” Pan warns me before returning the arrow to me. You might not like what you’ll find here if you stay,” I am informed before Pan vanishes back into the forest.

I leave the trees and venture back into the archery range, waiting for the person before me to take their shot. A fell wind blows in from the lake as some invisible feather runs its way over my spine; sending a shiver throughout the entirety of my being.

I’ve missed the rest of the archery competition and am especially upset to discover that I missed out on the prize of chocolate bars for the winning team.

By now, the lads are strolling back towards the hotel and I catch up with them, wondering what to do for the next while. With the activities finished, the restaurant should be serving up dinner right about now, so I decide to get something to eat while the option is available.

A large group of my friends are sitting around a circular table in the dining room and I join them. In the middle of the meal, I notice someone tapping my shoulder from behind. Turning around, I am quite concerned do discover a skinless monster with pin-prick eyes and large, cheese grater teeth asking me if I’ll pass the salt.

“Not a bother, bud…” I say; beginning to take Pan’s warning a little more seriously…

Knowing full well that tonight is going to be even more full on than last night, I decide that nothing could compliment a full stomach than a shower; peeling a layer of session off the body and changing into a new pair of clothes is always a real life line when at a festival; regardless of whether you’re sleeping in a tent or a bed!

Strolling back towards the suites I greet the revellers I find on the stairs and salute the gigantic snail crawling along the ceiling, who throws me a look as if I was made from a pillar of salt.

The rather high standards of partying that have been going on throughout the day only seemed to have become even more raucous now that the sun has gone down and the second night of festivities has begun. In suites are crammed to hilt and while sipping from a bottle of Jägermeister, I wonder why no one seems to be too bothered about the monsters that seemed to have crawled from the woodwork.

At least they brought their own drinks.

* * * * * *

Well, that was a pain in the head! Damn near spoilt my evening.

I’ve found myself getting into an argument with this asshole with an asshole for a face about why Skrillex is the saviour of Dubstep. Things were starting to get a little heated until I realise what appendage he is taking out of and decide to take my leave.

Rather than indulging that feckless moron any longer, I decided to head down to the stage, where Kevin Blake is playing an impressive set, treating revellers to tracks by Martyn, Blawan and Death Grips. Some of the creatures that aren’t giving it socks with the rest of the revellers are brooding in the corner and some heart-wrenching screams meld rather unsettlingly with the music.

The Techno being played by Macronite resident Niki seems to have the room divided: while the humans in the bar are clearly enjoying the set from the talented DJ, the monsters appear to be far less receptive to the music as the vast majority of them are banging their heads off the walls.

Goes to show what that lot knows!

Listening to the especially gruelling Techno that fills the bar, it becomes more and more difficult to equate the music I can hear with the person playing it; it appears that Niki’s usually slender figure has transformed into that of a massive eight foot juggernaut. It’s only when I realise that Niki’s stage presence has suddenly manifested like some kind of simile caro factum that things once again make sense as an octopus hangs from the rafters…

With Ciaran’s unrelenting Breakcore following the techno and skeletons break dancing on the floor, I find myself getting a slap across the cheek by a flying hand and can’t help but wonder what madness tomorrow will hold…

Lough Weekend 2012, Waterville, Co. Kerry

Wed, 16 May 2012 09:09:00 +0100

To Shiv,

Without whose consideration this would not have been possible

The road threads through the coarse and beautiful terrain of south-west Kerry, ditches and stubby bridges over babbling brooks amid a crown of steep and brooding foothills. With each twist we are travelling into some place away from itself and with a yawning bend, we find ourselves skating along the rim of that coastline here at the end of the world. The Dingle peninsula juts into the north Atlantic and with each revolution, the coast opens its gaping maw even wider; the horizon bending around the water’s edge.

We are beyond Time here having reached this splendid little Berghof, nestled between the sea and a dream. Getting out of the bus, which has been travelling now for a lifetime, the first thing one notices is the harbour; giving way to a headland several kilometres away. The hotel itself is a three storey affair the colour of Thousand Island dressing and presides out over this especially pleasant view.

Before proceedings can get underway, one might as well get checked into a room and get the logistics out of the way. The lobby is saturated with the smell of chorine from the downstairs pool and makes the hotel appear as if has been cleansed especially for our arrival. The disinfected smell, coupled with the rarefied air of this unspoilt terrain mixes in the nostrils while some metaphysical squeegee runs itself over the soul, the spirit tingling with Dettol and anticipation. Having undergone the ritualistic cleansing and discussed with Niki just how fantastic things are going to be out here, a key is placed in my hand.

My room is on the ground floor. Walking through the lobby and turning left, I find myself standing at the top of a long corridor. Some lights in the ceiling are turned on, although the lights stop roughly halfway down; the rest of the corridor bathed in darkness. Niki says that there aren’t too many people in this wing of the hotel and that it should be fairly quiet down here. The room is about half way down the corridor and in the ceiling above the door the light flickers, wondering whether it should join the other lights along the corridor that have turned off, that alluring darkness washing against the shoreline…

I’m not out of room two minutes before I bump into Hollywood Sims, who invites me to check out his suite. We ascend the staircase set against one of the lobby’s walls. On the landing immediately to the right of the stairs is the games room and restaurant. On the opposite side of the lobby is to be found the hotel’s cinema room for the weekend. We walk briskly along the second floor corridor and ascend a narrow staircase to where suites one and two are located.

The vast, open space of the sitting room is accentuated by the windows that take up one of the suite’s walls. There are chairs and comfortable couches arranged around a coffee table and some cans resting on a kitchen table. The sun is only beginning to set and looking out onto the shores of Lough Currane as the night spreads its shawl over the distant hills, I cannot contain my excitement: this is going to be an exceptional weekend.

Handed a can by Matti, I join the lads in the bedroom and find myself staring back out to the ocean I regarded while getting off the bus: the ocean in one room and a lake in another! There’s only one thing to discuss and everyone is talking about how fantastically things are probably going to turn out here over the weekend. The excitement is palpable as laughter hisses through opened cans…

The music will be getting started at eleven and will be going on well into the early hours of the morning: a fantastic prospect. For the moment though, there’s nothing for it except to tear into a few cans and soak up these most astonishing surroundings as the sun declines behind the hills; drawing the blind and dragging the Nocturnals from their slumber…

Back on the stairs, people are beginning to arrive in their rooms. Crates of cans and suitcases are being dragged through unlocked doors and fucked into unsuspected wardrobes. That static, shiver-down-the-bottom-of-your-spine sensation is beginning to descend on the grounds, as if the hotel had suddenly transformed into an untuned television and you can almost smell the excitement.

Tearing down into the basement, I pass over the club, whose entrance is to my left, and walk straight ahead towards the hotel’s swimming pool where a Miami Vice pool party is in full swing. It looks like fun, although judging by the fact that I was able to smell the chlorine from the lobby, I think I’ll give it a miss, for the moment.

Instead, things have gotten started in the stage. Walking into the venue, you notice the venue is down a number of steps. To the right is a seated area that hangs like a balcony above the stage. On the ground floor, a stack of Funktion One are placed on each side of the stage with a bass bin sitting right before the DJ booth and once Hollywood Sims gets his set underway, it becomes clear that the crew has gotten this low ceilinged space sounding especially decent; an encouraging prospect for the rest of the weekends proceedings.

For the moment though, what’s Hollywood Sims got for us?

The short answer: Techno! Fucking tonnes of it.

Hollywood launches into one of his own live sets and it’s a tight and limber little affair, like a cross country runner stretching before a jaunt through familiar fields. The music is lean, yet muscular and Hollywood’s production standards at this point have grown incredibly refined. The Funktion One’s are in the more than capable hands of a producer who knows the capabilities of this system inside out. Everything slips into place and the music has that peculiar temperament that could astonish revellers in those places where techno is taken seriously. Finishing out his set with “The Path,” an exceptionally well executed piece of work, Hollywood demonstrates his capacity to put together some superb pieces of music. One of the bright stars in the Lough’s constellation of artists!

I notice that my glass is empty and decide to return to my room for a shmall one before getting back to the stage. People are scurrying to and fro about the lobby and you get the impression that that initial pyroclastic blast noted when arriving at the hotel is finally settling: Lough Weekend has established itself.

I reach the corridor upon which my room is situated and walk through the lit area before coming to my room on the borders of the festival. My hand reaches into my pocket to remove my key when I suddenly notice something tapping on my ankles. Surprised, I look to the ground, only to discover a little ball rolling against my ankle.

Picking the ball up and wondering where it could have come from, I decide to venture into the darkness and stroll up the corridor pensively… the corridor splits and connects with an adjacent wing through a passage of no more than three metres in length… the door connecting these wings shuts ominously behind me as I grope blindly against the wall for an elusive light switch.

When I finally do find the light switch and the lights in the corridor blink on, I discover a pair of young twin girls standing in the hallway and as an ice pick begins to stab at my spine I can hear the girls saying: Come play with us, Stewie. For ever… and ever… and ever…

What fresh hell is this…?

Continued in Part II

Ali Daly talks to Rest

Mon, 14 May 2012 07:43:24 +0100

Ali Daly talks to Rest

Northern Structures @ Dolans, Sunday May 6th

Fri, 11 May 2012 13:00:00 +0100

It was a bank holiday.

I went dancing.

On the previous Friday, Nathan Fake launched any amount of sophisticated remixes out of the Pavilion’s sound system.

On Saturday I recovered.

Now, having spent a particularly enjoyable Sunday evening throwing Techno out of a nice, reliable pair of KRK’s, I find myself back in the rather salubrious surroundings of Dolan’s warehouse. Niki’s grinding out some especially pleasant Techno (insofar as Techno can be pleasant!) and I find myself embedded right in the heart of another night of daring escapades, this time with things presided over by Danish Drum&Bass duo-turn- Industrial Techno whizz kids Northern Structures.

The balmy sunshine of the evening was unable to assail the biting cold hiding in the shade. As I walked up town this evening – at the tail end of the city’s magnanimous Riverfest – I couldn’t help but notice the considerable chill that existed in the shadows simultaneously alongside the sun’s warmth and secretly relished that dichotomy between warm and cold; the fact that things can go from extreme to extreme with little more than a step in a different direction…

Tonight, Ruán’s set has a certain indescribable charm to it. Not to say that Mr. Flood is usually incapable of delivering a top notch set; nothing could be further from the truth. But the manner in which the Void rig declares its agonizing yelp tonight is noticeable. The rig has done some vocal exercises before the gig tonight and things sound even more pristine than usual while everything glistens with the dewy, dawn-grasp of a new morning’s frost.

As NS set up their equipment and open the shades onto a cold, desolate landscape of uncompromising Techno, my breath condenses in the venue and I can feel the lymph in my glands crystallizing, as if I’ve dipped my toe into a lake, only to find my entire foot rendered frozen. A pristine brick flies menacingly through the session while something elemental whispers to you out of one of Ned Stark’s nightmares: Winter is coming.

I blow into my hands in anticipation before wiping the sweat from my brow.

Stepping up to the plate, NS’ Techno is taut and muscular, like a batter getting stuck into the first innings of the World Series. You can feel some metaphysical bicep flexing as things are sent into the stands by the singular swing of the arms. The impression that proceedings are in the hands of two professionals is unmistakable.

On the dance floor, things can tighten up pretty quickly, as if you’ve caught your entire arm in the complex arrangement of gears and cogs of an artisan’s pocket watch. There is little chance of letup here and if you must come up for some air, be sure to do so as fast as is possible; the oxygen is in danger of freezing.

Indeed, at this point in the night, before the water ends and the ice begins, all words dissolve and limbs take over. The act of allowing this coarse music to flood through me dissolves the consciousness required to cover the gig and allows me to do something I haven’t done in for a while during a gig and that’s dance my pretty cotton socks off; the ontological task of description transforms into the ontic reality of unfettered movement.

Hell, it will remain a testament to the enjoyment that NS were able to stir up in the warehouse that one of the guys actually performed a stage dive. And it’s not very often that the audience are able to see a DJ enjoying the night as they are.

In mathematics, it’s referred to as shneer2

Despite the cold, beautiful nature of the Techno played, Northern Structure’s time spent here was anything but frosty. Not only did the lads play a superb set, but I also found them to be very friendly and approachable; a combination that isn’t the easiest to come by in a world that is so often driven by egos and the transitory whims of the prima donna artiste.

To give you an idea of how down to earth these talented individuals are: it was one of those rare occasions I had ever chatted to the headline act in the audience before starting their set; a rare instance indeed.

Photos by Simon AK

Written by this guy, Mr Stuart Nealon

99 Reasons to Visit Limerick

Sat, 05 May 2012 01:21:00 +0100

Image by Ryan Nickel

Last week, while riffling through the Internet, as I normally do, I came across and article by Totally Dublin titled, 200 Reasons Not to Leave Dublin. I began to read it with mild interest but slowly and surely it began to irk me; I only got as far as number 30 before I was actually annoyed.

The article named various things and places about Dublin that it wanted to promote but seemed to fail to realize that the only things truly unique to Dublin, that it had listed, were physical landmarks.

Things like Guinness, Chippers, Viking Settlements, Deli Counters, Rugby are examples of reasons to stay in Ireland, not just Dublin, and I’m sorry but The Rubberbandits and Vincent Browne are from Limerick!

A mate of mine attempted to talk me down, she said informed me that the article was simply an update from an earlier 1980’s article on immigration but it got me thinking. Many Dublin natives generally disregard the rest of the country, seeing as they are natives of the capital, they have most of everything at their fingertips.

They fail to realize that Ireland, in all her glory is a remarkable place. I, a Limerick man, know my city well and am proud to be associated with her, I decided to write up my own piece on my city in hopes that people, the world over, would see that Ireland is not just Dublin, but a vast nation filled with many wonderful places, features, landmarks and people.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Dublin and have lived there in the past and chances are if I decide to settle in Ireland, Dublin will be my future permanent home and this isn’t a depressing idea at all but I implore the rest of the country to travel within its boundaries. Ireland is a vibrant place and places like Limerick have so much to offer, so here I’ve decided to list my 99 Reasons to Visit Limerick. Enjoy.

1. May Festival

Every May Bank Holiday weekend, Limerick shines brighter than ever before. The skies part and Limerick looks like something from a Parisian painting. European markets and stalls set up from Georges Quay right the way up to the Milk Market, offering treats from throughout the country and further afield. Various live music events are put on to bring a sense of pride to the city and with competitions, such as the Great Limerick Run, Limerick really does come off smelling like roses, rich in culture. The event is always topped off with a fire works display set up by Kings Johns Castle and a warm and icky feeling is sure to flow through the veins of all the spectators gathered with family and friends as Limerick glows with happiness, it is undeniably one of the best weekends in Limerick and not to be missed.

2. Milk Market

The weekly market stalls of the Milk Market hold some of the most delicious home made goods Limerick has to offer. Back in the long, long ago the Milk Market looked like something out of an ancient eastern fairytale, a free for all merchant trade area but in 2010 it got a face-lift, bringing a new lease of life and vigour the locale. Literally putting a top on the place has made it an all year round haven for weekend shoppers and also transformed itself into a live music venue, known as The Big Top, hosting some of the biggest acts in the country once in a while from the Coronas, Imelda May and The Saw Doctors.

3. Skate Park

Limericks, Steamboat Quay venue Skate Park was a long and hard fought after project. In my youth prominent Limerick skate boarders such as, Dave Hurley, Jay Red, Stephen Donnan, Rubin Short and Flip Its very own Shane Serrano, used to blow our minds weekly skating throughout the city, primarily with an audience down by the cramped confines of Georges Quay. The space was minimal, the ramps improvised and hand made but they made do with what they had because of the love of the sport. Surely enough a trend started to emerge and skateboarding became a main and prominent past time for many of Limericks youth and so they made the decision to ask Limerick City Counsel for a new skate park. Years later, with many trials and tribulations, funding was approved and Limerick now holds one of the best skate parks in the country.

4. Arthurs Quay Park

If I were to have compiled this list a few years back, Arthurs Quay Park would not have appeared. Once a gated park, it used to be a strong hold for many of Limericks young thugs but some 2 years ago Limerick City Counsel opted to remove the gates surrounding this park, opening it up to the city and making it far less intimidating to be around. Since then, Arthurs Quay Park has hosted various events, including ice skating at Christmas, a general meeting point for annual fire works displays, inner city concert venues and general sunny lounging. Its close proximity to the city centre makes it idea to take the edge off while shopping and watch the Shannon float on by.

5. Munster Rugby

How could I mention Limerick and not mention Rugby? Limerick is home to Munster Rugby, housed in Thomond Park, the team train extensively throughout the city. Anyone who has been in Limerick during a game, could not but agree that we do our city. The town and people are painted red for our much loved team and Munster, themselves, speak fondly of the time of the 2006 and 2008 Heineken Cup victories at the Millennium Stadium in Wales, when Limerick City Council opted to cut off traffic to the city centre and opened up the streets to the general public to view the victory on enormous television sets, these are some of my fondest memories of Limerick and it is something I, very much, hope I can live through again.

6. Thomond Park

Thomond Park stands as a beacon for Limerick, no matter what angle you come into town from Thomond Park immediately stands out within the city. With a capacity of over 25,000 in recent years the stadium has invited music talents such as Bob Dylan, Elton John and …JLS… (can’t win em’ all I guess) to play within. On game night, its pitch lights illuminate the area and screams and cries can be heard when home tries are scored but when conversions or penalties are up for grabs, you could hear a pin drop within its walls, an amazing sight to behold.

7. Dolans

Dolans Pub, Warehouse and Restaurant is a staple of Limericks entertainment sector. Its essentially the equivalent of Dublins, Whelans and Galways, Roisin Dúbh, showcasing some of the biggest acts in the country in a small and intimate setting but Dolans also opens its doors to big locally run nights that have gone down a treat in recent years (I’ll come back to these later). While at the front of house Dolans takes on the guise of a small tourist friendly bar and restaurant featuring fresh traditional Irish music nightly, Dolans generally has its fingers in a lot of pies and caters to everyone and anyone from locals, business people and tourists alike.

8. The Belltable

Limericks city centre theatre venue, The Belltable, has been in existence since 1981. Located in 69 O’Connell Street the medium to large size venue, provides a space for producers of entertainment of all varieties, with a preference for Drama, The Belltable also acts Limericks main space for the likes of live comedy stand up gigs, small operas, poetry readings, music events, magic shows and general performance art. Downstairs is a small cafe, Chimes, which is regularly frequented by the many performers of Limerick and the main foyer often displays exhibits making this venue a much treasured social area for all students of performing art.

9. Fresh Film Festival

The annual Fresh Film Festival entered its 16^th year this year and I was there front and centre eyeing up the future competition Ill be up against in years to come. The Festival is open to all of Ireland Juniors and Seniors filmmakers, with aims of getting youths interesting in film production. A lot of time and effort goes into these events and they provide an excellent place for encouraging young minds to be imaginative when it comes to producing film. The festival is growing yearly and promises to be a brilliant day of entertainment for all in attendance.

10. Thomas St./Bedford Row

I remember a time when both of these streets were as mundane as anywhere else. The only reason you’d head down there was to go to the Savoy Cinema, Termites or Lexus nightclubs. These days, Thomas Street and Bedford Row are wonderfully pedestrianized streets that house some of the best cafes, bistros and bars in Limerick. Its also home to a terrible statue of Richard Harris that for some reason looks like the Burger King mascot but provides hilarious snap shots and laughs for students on a night out.

11. Limerick: Irelands Sporting Capital

It’s a little known fact that Limerick is Irelands Sporting Capital. We were bestowed the honour, I’m sure, in part to Munster Rugby but Limerick has so much more going for it in terms of sports and activities. Limericks general size and location, that of being on the Shannon, makes it a prime spot for various activities such as running, cycling and rowing. The various off road paths that link throughout the city have made my transition of fat bastard to general tubby bastard much easier and enjoyable. Sporting activities have taken off in leaps and bounds in the past 3 years, in Limerick, one can hardly look out the window without seeing someone skirting on by. UL hosts various sporting events too from Tag Rugby (a very up and coming sport), to UL Vikings American football team, literally something for everyone!

12. Kababish

Many people will question why I’ve put Kababish on this list but those people clearly have never tasted Kebabish on Ellen Street. Its delicious Kebabs have kept the drunken youth of Limerick satisfied after a night out for many a year now and hopefully many years to come. Just be wide of the creepy security guard who watches the young ladies through the slit in the gates across the way… scared the be-jaysus out of me anyway.

13. Clare Glen

Located just inside the Limerick boundary the Clare Glens are a small nature walk, which takes on the guise of a valley separated by the Clare River. The Clare Glens, on a nice day, are definitely one of the highlights of Limerick and if you’re feeling adventurous then you are welcome to swim in one of the several natural inlets the river has to offer, the most enjoyable of which is located under a small 10 foot waterfall named ‘The Big Eas’.

14. Perry Square Complex

The Perry Square complex, for lack of a better term, is one of thee best venues in Limerick. It houses three separate buildings each linked and offering a different sample of tastes and choices Limericks diverse music culture. The Wicked Chicken is a small bar, it holds nightly DJ spots and is a perfect hangout for either quiet nights out or a build up to something bigger. Bakers place, right next door, is more of a live music venue offering local bands and alternative DJs the opportunity to show off their talents and downstairs, The Underground, is often opened up for big events ran by budding entrepreneurs of Limerick. After a good night out, Perry Square resembles something from a zombie film, as the masses gather outside till the wee hours of the morning waiting for someone to divulge the location of the house party. Always a pleasure, never a let down the Perry complex has gone through some tough years but seems to have bounced back to its former glory, particularly that of the Wicked Chicken.

15. Chicken Hut

As I said, I lived in Dublin for a few years, I know they have A Chicken Hut but trust me; they don’t have THEE Chicken Hut. The Chicken Hut fast food take away on O’Connell Street is a favourite of just about everyone in Limerick. When I lived in Dublin a co-worker of mine, upon hearing I was from Limerick, continued to regale me with tales of the Chicken Hut, she had only been there once, but what an impression it left. Its gravy is a mystery and no one dares asks what’s in it for fear of finding out the truth, ignorance is bliss. I’ve never known a chicken breast to be speckled with black dots and again, I don’t care to ask why. One thing if for sure, it’s delicious and a perfect way to cap off a night out on the town.

16. The Siege of Limerick

The Siege of Limerick, named lovingly after the actual siege of Limerick (a late 17^th century siege which lead to the Treaty of Limerick and thusly our landmark the Treaty Stone) is an all day metal music festival held TWICE a year. Classed as one of the biggest metal events in Ireland, the Siege entered its 6^th year this year and displays some of the biggest metal bands throughout the country and beyond. Even though in previous years it has been forced to bounce around the city due to complications with space, the Siege always goes ahead and by all accounts is one of the highlights of the Limerick calendar.

17. Monthly Bar Boot Sales

These events have become quite popular throughout the country and are fairly self-explanatory. Have an auld root through your old junk, finding bits and pieces you have no use for anymore, that old vase your aunt thought would go perfectly with your bohemian chic style, that yoga ball you’ve been using as an extra seat when your mates call over, the statuette of the pissing boy from Brussells your mate thought would be an hilarious gift (Miriam, I still have to give you that actually, you’re gonna love it), and the usual CD’s, DVD’s and books. Pay €10 for a stall and flog it off to punters over pints, keeping all profits made. You know what they say, one mans trash is another mans drunken impulse buy. Limericks monthly bar boots sales and are a great place to rummage through other peoples stuff without feeling guilty, always an enjoyable evening.

18. Tom Collins

Guinness is about as Irish as it gets, we all have our favourite bars throughout the country, I for one, when visiting Galway make it my business to frequent Tigh Neachtain’s on Cross Street and, when in Dublin, I try my best to make it out to Rathmines for a pint in Slattery’s but mothers milk always tastes the best and if you are in the market for a creamy one, try your best to make to Tom Collins Bar, on Cecil Street. This small quaint bar doesn’t go for the big thrills of many of the other bars around Limerick, music, while seldom on, is kept to a low volume offering an opportunity to chat and engage with friends over a quiet one.

19. I Love Limerick

I Love Limerick is an online initiative set up, primarily, by Richard Lynch. A promotional online video magazine, I Love Limerick is a brave initiative to reconfigure the general concept of Limerick as a dangerous and inhospitable place. Richard and crew, travel all over Limerick promoting charity events, artistic merits, cultural endeavours and whatever else is taking place within the city. Lynch is an exuberant figure in Limerick and his positive attitude and broad smile continually make it hard not to enjoy his broadcasts. The whole team of I Love Limerick goes above and beyond when attempting to show Limerick as a warm and friendly place for all those who live and visit.

20. Rubberbandits

The Rubberbandits, took the world by storm with Horse Outside in 2010 but these Limerick boys have been in existence since 2000, everyone in Limerick had heard of these guys and have raved about them since then. Their prank phone calls were legendary and everyone had their C.D featuring classics like ‘Car Stereo’ and ‘Terracotta Fount’ of them and quoted them daily during school. Everyone claimed to know who they were, even though many didn’t, unless you were in school with them. The Rubberbandits have been fantastic ambassadors for Limerick… I know your wondering how I could say that, what with them being thugs, gangsters and dangerous urban rappers but they continually opt to promote Limerick in everything they do, shooting a lot of their music videos and promos down here and acting as a pulling force for Limerick.

21. Macronite

Macronite is truly one of Limericks greatest nights out; I’m not entirely well versed on the history of it so forgive me if I get a few details wrong. Macronite started as Micronite a few years back, in Bakers Place, playing minimal techno, however as the interest in electronic music grew in Limerick, various other nights such as Drum n’ Bass and Dub Step nights, were invited to share the night for a more inclusive and all round interesting night. As such Macronite evolved, incorporating the multifaceted and ever expanding genres electronic music Limerick has to offer. Macronite now takes over Dolans, offering something different in every section, from the Warehouse itself, its Upstairs venue and its outside foyer. Macronite has now entered its 3^rd year and has even started incorporating weekends away, only last weekend did the crew and Flip It TV’s Ali Daly set up and run the Lough Weekend, a resounding success by all accounts. Not only is Macronite an event, it has since incorporated a fully fledge studio, Viva Music Studio offers courses in music production and gives a helping hand to potential electronic music producers of the future.

22. Kilkee, Co. Clare.

Limericks home away from home, I couldn’t leave Kilkee out of this list, even if it does belong to Co. Clare. Everyone in Limerick knows Kilkee, it’s our worst kept secret. As soon as the sun comes in for the summer and you have ways and means of transportation, Kilkee will surely be your destination. A small, but beautiful, bay in Co. Clare, Kilkee holds all of Limericks collective summer holiday memories since our grandparents era. A place of happiness and ice cream cones, it has many entertaining features including, pitch and put courses, diving boards into the ocean, the Pollock Holes (a place of sheer terror when I was a child), Georges Head scenic view, a few arcade venues, pubs, clubs, restaurants and of course, the beach.

23. Bock the Robber

Bock the Robber is Limericks most outspoken blog enthusiast, I am fairly late to the game with this guy and as such have no idea who he is (I’m sure many do) but in recent articles his voice has bellowed with communal thoughts and his blog posts are being read on a more national basis. The blog has been in existence for quiet some time, by all accounts, and here he discusses most of everything from politics, sports, society, technology and cooking. Bocks rants are something to be admired and discussed, his insist-ency on voicing unassuming thoughts from all spectrum’s of life, lead to insightful discussions and in my case, general agreement.

24. Daghdha Dance Company

Perfectly located in the renovated St. Johns Church, Daghdha Dance Company is one of the most original projects Limerick has ever produced. A contemporary dance company, it has been described as one of the most progressive dance outfits in Europe, staging events in Limerick and aiding young choreographers, dancers and actors in their bid to create artistic merit. Its shows are wonderfully choreographed and definitely worth a visit.

25. Costello’s

Costello’s could be considered my spiritual home in many ways, from the first time I entered those walls I have never been in a more relaxed nightclub environment. When I was in college, many moons ago, and working out in the Crescent, we used to head straight to Costello’s after work for Tequila Thursday… not that it was an actual thing held by the club, it was just something me and my friends used to do. Costello’s is Limericks premier alternative nightclub, with the lovable Flan Costello on the door, it’s only €5 in on the weekend. One of its best features is that it lets its customers purchase cans instead of pints, making dancing the night away on the dance floor a hell of a lot easier and less messy. Costello’s is a family run business with Big Flan on the door and (not so) Small Flan on the decks, its comfortable and familiar vibe makes it an easy going and always-pleasurable night out. Downstairs is a more relaxed general bar and with 3 Beer Pong tables in the back, there’s always an excuse for mischief.

26. St. Marys Cathedral

St. Marys Cathedral is one of the oldest, still in use, Cathedrals in Ireland. Run by the Church of Ireland, St. Marys Cathedral is open to the public, subject to church service and is another proud monument to the history of Limerick; founded in 1168 it is officially the oldest building in Limerick still in use.

27. Wired FM

Wired FM is Limericks student radio station, run by both Mary Immaculate College and Limerick Institute of Technology students, it has been the starting point of many of todays mainstream media presenters including Jacqui Hurley of RTE, Gavin Grace of Clare FM, Ruth Scott of 2FM and Cian McCormack of Radio 1. Wired FM is a student run community interest radio station, literally handing over the airwaves to volunteers of both institutions to produce content of every variety, be it music, current affairs, Irish language, documentary and news. I was a volunteer in Wired FM during my time at Mary I and can honestly say they were some of the fondest memories of my time in college. Community radio stations are few and far between, but to have a radio station run entirely by student volunteers is something Limerick should and is very proud of.

28. Hunt Museum

Originally based on campus in UL, the Hunt Museum was moved to the more central location of Rutland Street in the city centre in 1997. The new site is on the grounds of the old custom house and 18^th century building right by the River Shannon. The museum itself holds over 2000 different artefact’s from Ireland and further afield, some of its prided possessions being the Antrim Cross, a 9^th century bronze and enamel cross, drawings by Picasso and a bronze horse once thought to be a design by Leonardo da Vinci.

29. Casa Nova

Casa Nova, a taste of the Mediterranean… at least from an Irish prospective. Casa Nova isn’t what you would call fine dining but I wouldn’t classify it as fast food either. A small business it caters for the class of clientele that live within the structures of the aforementioned categories, people that want decent food but don’t want to pay through the nose for it. Casa Nova is the perfect spot us, located on High St., its prices, unbeatable and its food tasty.

30. Loft Venue

For many years, The Belltable had a monopoly on theatre events in Limerick and while for a time this wasn’t an issue. Over the years theatrical productions have become more prominent throughout Limerick and when it came time for smaller scale productions to go on stage, The Belltable simply wasn’t an affordable option. The Locke Bar then, seeing as niche in the market, opted to open up the Loft Venue, a small sized venue perfect for small theatre productions, poetry and open mic nights. The Loft Venue is growing with each passing piece it puts on and with its small size it will no doubt continue to grow in demand.

31. Music

Any fans of the FLIP-IT TV know that Limerick likes its music, much like I like my women, of all shapes and sizes and preferably loud when excited. As already stated, Limericks electronic pioneers continue to go from strength to strength consistently outdoing themselves at every juncture but long before electronic music was even on the scene in Limerick, music was a staple part of our diet. Growing up in Limerick was an exciting time, bands sprung from the wood work weekly with favourites like, FunBobby, 22, The Swarm, Rejee and The Hired Goons to name but a few and this history of live rock music, while waning for a time, has never left. Limerick still houses some of the greatest rock outfits this country has going for it, bands including Fox Jaw Bounty Hunters, Windings, We Come in Pieces, Theme Tune Boy, Last Days of Death Country, We Should be Dead, Hermitage Green and of course The Rubberbandits, continue to produce high quality music that the nation loves to listen to. Limerick doesn’t only cater to these two varieties of music, due to its Irish Music and Dance course in UL, Limerick also plays home to some of the most talented traditional Irish musicians on in the country.

32. LIT Film Festival

The LIT Film Festival is a relative new comer to Limerick, just after entering its third year; the festival was set up by lecturers and film enthusiasts of Limerick. It is open to second and third level students as well as the general public for submission of short films of any genre. The festival also holds master-class workshops, short intensive courses and also provides a general meeting hub for all those interesting production.

33. Curragower Pub

The Curragower Bar and Sea Food restaurant is nestled neatly on Clancy Strand, it, easily, has the best view of all the bars in Limerick overlooking King Johns Castle and Curragower falls. A popular Munster Rugby bar, this pub is always packed at match time, the atmosphere almost as if you were at Thomond Park itself. Serving some delicious and very well priced food, considering the huge portions, The Curragower also offers some of the finest pints of Guinness and some of the best live tradition music in Limerick.

34. Donkey Fords

The institution of institutions of Limerick city, I am willing to stake good money on the fact that people have purposefully injured themselves just so they could visit Donkey Fords Chipper after leaving St. Johns Hospital. Located on John’s Street, Donkey Fords has been in existence since the dawn of Limerick and it hasn’t had a facelift since then either. It still utilizes a wooden cash register and railed queuing system, upon entering you will notice the yellow walls… well, they used to be white or so my grandmother used to tell me (rest her soul). It all adds to the taste though and for those prices, you won’t argue, you won’t be able too, not with your face stuffed with greasy goodness.

35. Christmas in Limerick

Christmas is a very special time for me, up until 8 years ago, I hated it, happy people dotted about the city, I couldn’t understand it but once I came of age I settled into my own routine around X-Mas. Now it is my favourite time of the year, the city is a buzz and friends who have moved away return to enjoy the festivities. I have several yearly traditions and with every passing year I seem to add a new one to the list. In years to come I fear I might not be around, due to travelling or work prospects, for Christmas and this thought genuinely depresses me. Limerick at Christmas is a magical time filled with heavy doses of ceol agus craic.

36. Activities

I know a lot of people will be reading this and thinking, ‘what the hell kind of activities are there in Limerick’ but most of these people are stuck in their ways, refusing to acknowledge that Limerick has a very vibrant and active range of fun and entertaining past times. We have two separate Go Karting venues, one outdoor based out in Boherboy, one indoor, a stones throw away, based in Gillogue just over the Shannon in Corbally, Co. Clare. Combat Zone Paintballing is located out in Co. Limerick too, in Shanagolden, an indoor Put, Put arena is located in the industrial estate out in Castletroy as well as numerous Pitch and Putt courses dotted throughout Co. Limerick and Clare and these are just the big activities, we also have various cinema houses, bowling arenas, arcades and casinos. There is plenty to do in Limerick, you just have to have the motivation to get up and look into it.

37. Metalers

If music be the food of love, play on and as stated throughout this article we do it in spades in Limerick. Yes we have the wishy, washy masses who go to the Icon and Angel Lane, they seem happy, they stay with their own and seem content listening to the same mass produced sounds the music industry tells them they like, that’s fine, leave them too it I say. Limerick has a diverse interest in music and one of its oldest love affairs with the industry has to be with Metal music. I remember on my junior cert night, 16 years old getting into the, now long gone, High Stool and being terrified of the leather clad Metalers in the front bar, this was their patch but did they look down on us, probably a little but they certainly never voiced it. Metalers are still a constant fixture in Limericks landscape, they are an impassioned crew who talk candidly about their musical interests and with the advent of the Siege of Limerick it doesn’t look like they’ll be going anywhere for a long time.

38. Angela’s Ashes

You can’t really mention Limerick without mentioning Angela’s Ashes and its author Frank McCourt, the 1996 memoir tells the story of growing up in a Limerick long gone by. A harsh depiction of the city, at the time of its release, many people in Limerick felt McCourts representation of the city to be unfair, my father however, a much younger man than McCourt, is adamant that it is the best depiction of Limerick he has ever come across. McCourt is not the only author to come from Limerick and our love of story telling lives on to this day with many local and prominent writers finding safe lodgings in the various establishments throughout Limerick. If you are interested to read a more modern portrayal of Limerick, I would recommend local author Stuart Nealons fiction work, A Guide to Self Defence.

39. Golden Vale Milk

A piece of Limerick I assumed in my youth was a national treasure. Golden Vale milk is the staple diet of the growing youth of Munster; the Golden Vale plant is located on the north circular road. They used to have tokens on them, depending on the size you bought you saved ½ tokens for the small carton, 1 token for the litre carton or 2 tokens for the 2 litre carton. We had a drawer full of these and once every six months or so my mother would get a leaflet through the door that showed what you could get for the tokens you had saved. Of course you could get nothing within the first six months, having to amass some 10,000 tokens to be able to afford something as small as a lamp but if you saved for like 2 years you could get a kettle, we always got kettles. I was never aloud buy that football for 5,000 tokens, that’s probably why I hate football… my mother never fostered a love of the game…

40. All Colleges

Limerick is home to some 4 certified colleges as well as many other institutes of learning. The University of Limerick is probably the best known, its campus, a joy to circumnavigate, grows every year. Limerick Institute of Technology is often known as one of the finest technological institutions in Ireland. Mary Immaculate College houses the future teachers in the world, off-setting the imbalance of nerd to bum ratio by also holding the only Arts course in Limerick and Limericks School of Art and Design has churned out some of the most remarkable artists and fashion designers Ireland has ever known. These four college, while often taking the piss out of each other, work in tandem to provide some of the best craic you can hope to come across. Due to their separate locations, there is always someone new to meet and another house party elsewhere, within the city to attend… and if you’re lucky, you might just get an education along the way also.

41. Limerick Hurling: Ultimate Heartbreak

I was discussing this article with a few of my friends before I started typing it up and while I know very little about hurling in general, it can’t be denied that hurling is an integral part of our city and so I was implored to say something about it. By all accounts Limericks hurling team should be something of great merit, given the size of our population and the many small teams we hold in our boundary, we should be able to make up a solid team well capable of taking on the best throughout the country, and every year we tell ourselves that, ‘this is our year, this will be the one…’ but unfortunately, it has never come to fruition and Limerick hurling leaves nothing but a sour taste in our mouths. We are, however, a county faithful to our own and every year the bellowing cheers of The Shannonsiders fill the stadium at the Gaelic Grounds.

42. The Gathering

The Gathering, on Lower Gerald Griffin Street, seems as though it has been in existence forever. A games and hobby shop, it is a home away from home for the ever growing fans of role playing games, tactical battle board games and general comic book fandom. I’ve only been in there a few times but always found the staff more than helpful and open to a bit of banter.

43. Nancys

Nancy Blakes mid way up Denmark Street is Limericks leading late bar. Its atmosphere is relaxed and with various nooks and crannies throughout offers a prime spot to gather and chat with friends. It has become a regular jaunt for cinema buddies and I to discuss what we’ve just seen. The only problem with Nancys is that it is too popular. The surrounds, while not necessarily small, are always busy and on a weekend it can be tough to get a spot to stand, let alone sit, also getting to the 3 bars can be difficult too, especially when live music is on offer. Generally speaking though, if you head to Nancys mid week you’ll have a more than pleasant time.

44. Limerick (Poetry)

The wonderful humorous limerick poem, there has been much speculation as to whether or not the limerick actually started in Limerick itself but once you get to hear and listen to the lyrical qualities of the locals you’ll be under no doubt whatsoever… especially given the basic nature of its formation, AABBA… simple, straight to the point and not overly complicated, that’s got Limericks stamp all over it, not to mention the fact that its primarily used in a dirty and obscene fashion… Limerick might be a lady, but she’s always up for the craic.

45. Peoples Park

Peoples Park is another recent prided feature of Limerick, while the park itself has been in existence since 1877, the place was none too inviting. However in the past decade people have come to utilize Peoples Park, for the enjoyable wide-open space that it is. Several prominent theatre companies have held outdoor plays within its confines and with the advent of a new children’s playground Peoples Park has become an enjoyable place for families to congregate throughout the year. Its large green fields and various seating areas also make it ideal for people to picnic on warm sunny days.

46. Roller Girls

A relative newcomer to Limericks sporting scene, Limericks Roller Derby Girls are as enthusiasm and spirit as the Munster Rugby team. The Roller Derby Girls are a strong confident crew with their eyes set firmly on victory. In recent times they have supported many of the major events listed on this list, often times found fund-raising at bar boot sales. Formed in 2011 the girls are getting stronger with every passing week and given that this is a full contact, high-speed sport, they frighten me a little. Although I have yet to see a game, I look forward to doing so in the coming months.

47. Crescent Shopping Centre

The old saying, Ireland would be a great place if you could only put a roof over it. Well, back in the early 1970’s Limerick did that with the Crescent Shopping Centre. Located out in Dorradoyle the Crescent is Limericks largest indoor retail centre, housing all major stores any city would want but in the comfort of the indoors. Aside from shops, the centre also houses a cinema complex, all in all its perfect for not seeing a horrible day wasted.

48. D.I.E.

D.I.E. is another music nightclub similar in vein to Macronite. A night that tries to satisfy the diverse musical interests of Limerick it features music ranging from Alternative, electro, live bands and hip-hop. The great thing about these nights are that they bring together so many people, it is often the case that mates with different interests generally drift apart over the years but with nights like D.I.E. there is something for everyone and no matter what your musical preference you can be sure it will be satisfied at these events.

49. Limerick City Gallery of Art

Occupying the Carnegie building, pretty much on the grounds of Peoples Park, Limerick City Gallery of Art is a wonderfully modern art installation, which displays various art exhibitions throughout the year. Its permanent collection, which aims at collecting various works from well known Irish born artists, presents over 800 historic pieces, while ever changing exhibitions keep the gallery fresh throughout the year. In 2012 the gallery was granted permission to extend its boundary and has since gone under renovation breathing new life into the historic building.

50. Willie O’Dea

Immortalized forever in The Rubberbandits, Song for Willie O’Dea and in their resident DJ being named Willie O’DJ, Willie O’Dea is by all accounts ‘a gas c@*t’. Everyone in Limerick knows him and he can be seen daily, running and racing from one side of the city to the other, always greeting members of the general public with a smile and that glorious tash. Willie is so trusted in by Limerick that he managed to escape the big Finna Fail cul of 2011. He is, however, not without his faults and many fell out of favour with him when he refused to make a stand on the closing down of the assembly line of Dell in Raheen. A gentle man by all accounts though, Limerick has a soft spot for Willie (smirk) and his tash is nothing shy of legendary.

51. River Shannon

Limerick you’re a lady, your Shannon waters, tears of joy that flow. The beauty that surrounds you, Ill take it with me love where e’er I go. The wonderful River Shannon flows from the Shannon Pot, in Co. Cavan, through the country right down to Limerick where it gentle flows out to sea. A stunning fixture of Limerick city it has become, in recent times, an attractive selling point for incoming tourists. Limerick City Council is trying to invest more time in the pulling power of the Shannon, providing ample seating areas around the town to sit back and watch it flow right by.

52. Bourkes

Bourkes Bar, just off Thomas St., is growing a great reputation since it opened only a year or so ago. Plagued with a sordid history of the pubs it used to be, people were sceptical to enter it at first, however in recent times, Bourkes has opened its doors to various live music outfits hosting regular free gigs from respectable acts such as Jape, RSAG and David Kitt. Bourkes also hosts some fine Trad music nights and is perfect situated in the city centre for pre-session boozing.

53. Limerick Football Club

Limerick Football Club has really pulled up its socks in the past few years. I am in no way a football fan myself but all of my proper male friends seem to be and it is on a weekly basis that I hear about the latest games and matches that take place in Jackman Park. The team recently opened up a new store displaying their, quiet impressive jersey and sports wear, in Arthurs Quay shopping centre.

54. O’Mahonys Book Store

When I was growing up O’Mahonys was a magical place, so large and housed in such a unique building, I thought O’Mahonys was a book giant. It wasn’t until I was old enough to travel when I realized that O’Mahonys Book store is something unique to Limerick. With some five levels of books of all genres, O’Mahonys is honestly something quite original, the architecture of the building alone sets it apart from anything else I’ve seen and even though it has been around for many a year, I still enjoy taking the time to stroll within its confines.

55. Poormans

Poormans is a spot just behind the new Dunnes store (I call it new but its been open years now), just on the bank of the Shannon. It’s a little green patch that’s original name was Poormans Kilkee after the beloved hot spot of all Limericks natives. Poormans is synonymous with underage drinking but please don’t let this put you off, its not a bad place filled with horrible kids, it’s a gathering space where youths come to blow off some steam and enjoy each others company just far enough away from the populated city for it to be called their own. Poormans also serves as a general lounging area when weather permits.

56. The Lodge

The Lodge of Castletroy, we’ve all been there, don’t deny it. It’s a hole, a hovel, a cesspit but it also acts as more than that. You haven’t really experienced Limerick until you can complain about the Lodge, it’s a right of passage so to speak. Its doors are open to all… and why not, it is a business after all, its dance area looks like a pit where a local fight club initiative might set up, spectators circling the boundary and drinks are robbed by everyone (if you take your hands and eye off it, its fair game). The Lodge is home, primarily to UL students who either couldn’t be arse to head into town or are mad for banter any night of the week. I once went to a Debs there, a very strange occurrence, all of us dressed in suits and fine clothing surrounded by tatty wooden features, it was an enjoyable night, like we were all children of respectable business owners being held for ransom. Ah the Lodge… what more can I say.

57. Friendship – United for Dean

Bar a few years of college and a long period in Dublin, I’ve lived in Limerick a majority of my life, over the course of this time I’ve forged many friendships, all of which I hope to hold on to forever more. We all have friends and we all know we feel about them, so instead of me waxing on about how great my mates are (I tell them this regularly, they are often victims of expressions of love. Honestly, ask any of them, they’re sick of me telling them how much I love em, I love you guys!), I’m gonna tell you the story of friendship that has little to do with me. Back in 2009 a young man that I went to primary school with named Dean O’Carroll passed away from Sudden Adult Death Syndrome. Dean was an avid soccer fan and his friends, who missed him dearly, wanted to honour his memory and did so in the only way they saw fit. Every year, his friends gather and hold a charity soccer tournament called United for Dean. The tournament is growing every year and this year, due to immigration, a separate United for Dean was held in Australia. How wonderful the people of Limerick are, that friendships forged here outlive the lives of people themselves. United for Dean is a charity event, which fundraises for Bóthar every year and can be found on Facebook.

58. Gaelic Grounds

The Gaelic Grounds on the Ennis Rd is another crowning achievement in Limericks sporting legacy. With a capacity of 49,500 (nearly twice as much as Thomond park), it is another site to behold on game night. Cheers from the ensuing crowd can be heard at least from my house located some 3 miles away from the grounds. Home to the Limerick Hurling team, I have had the pleasure of taking the pitch in my youth… although, I never really knew what I was doing in hurling, I generally dug up the pitch when attempting to hit the sliotar.

59. Blind Pig

The Blind Pig is Limericks latest alternative music venue. Previously Bakers place was the principle location for local live music, however, once this was hit in the recession, a new location was needed to house the vibrant music scene. It took some time but in the last year The Blind Pig has opened on Foxes Bow Lane. A small venue, it is serves perfectly as hangout spot for all those who wish to experience Limericks alternative music scene.

60. Glenstal Abbey

Glenstal Abbey, in Murroe Co. Limerick, houses the Benedictine Monks of old. Situated on over 500 acres of land the Abbey plays host to lakes, nature paths, various streams, at the heart of which is an ancient Norman style castle. The Abbey itself is built in honour of Saint Joseph and Columbia and houses the Benedictine Monks who go to church four times for mass… I could hardly sit through half an hour as a kid, so fair play boys. The land is as picturesque and the site is open to day visitors interested in the lands rich history.

61. Brilliant Childhood

I would have to assume that Limerick is one of the greatest places in Ireland to grow up. Please, if you’re reading these from elsewhere in the country don’t be mad, I know I’m wholeheartedly biased on this one but whenever I steal quiet time with friends we often discuss how most of everyone we are associated with are good, honest people. Kind hearted with minimal ego, we can’t all have turned out this way without a brilliant childhood. Going to School in St. Nessans was something I often reminisce about as the greatest years of my life, many people would scratch their heads but for me school was a joy, not that I was a nerd or anything, I generally just drifted by but with level headed mates all game for a laugh how could you not love going there, my other mates too often discuss their schools with fond recollection. Limerick, a wonderful place for a childhood.

62. The White House

The White House bar, located at the top of O’Connell Street, is a charming little Irish bar that harbours some of Limericks greatest intellectuals. The White House holds weekly open mic poetry and short story nights as well as the occasional table quiz’, although I’ve been too embarrassed to sign up for these, for fear of coming last… While also serving some of the best Guinness in Limerick, this bar could be classed as a classic old man pub but offers and warm and friendly vibe whenever inside.

63. King Johns Castle (Landmark)

King Johns Castle, a 13^th century fort, stands proud and tall over the city of Limerick. Its presence is felt throughout the county and I pass it daily as I walk from home to town and vise-versa. I am in awe of that building… at least from the outside river view, don’t ever go to the front door and, even more so, don’t consider going inside. It is atrocious, not a heritage tour but more so a hollowed out castle… were you waiting for a punch line there? Sorry, there is none, the inside of the castle has nothing whatsoever but from outside you can marvel in its beauty. Very recently it was unveiled that King Johns Castle would get a new facelift, turning its surrounds, such as Bishops St., into a medieval quarter, similar to Edinburgh, if this is done well it will be a selling point for the city and have great pulling power. King Johns Castle is a marvel from the river side and I am glad that I was born on that side of the river, as I get to wake up to it daily with beautiful walks and scenic views we can only hope further development enhances its qualities and make it a landmark we can actually be proud of.

64. O’Connell Grill/Golden Grill

Chippers are in abundance in Ireland, let alone Limerick, but if for some reason you can’t seem to get your lazy ass as far as Donkey Fords the O’Connell or Golden Grill in the city centre are honourable substitutes. You’ll be greeted with a warm Limerick “How’a’ya Love”, smiles and banter are ripe in these institutions and with enough salt and vinegar to bring down a small elephant you’ll leave satisfied.

65. Clare Street Park

When I was compiling this list the Park on Clare Street was something that came to mind fairly early on. I couldn’t think of the name for it though, surely it wasn’t just called Clare Street Park, I’d look into it, the internet would have an answer or failing this, my mother… but none could solve the mystery. The nameless Park on Clare Street is a strong memory from my past, a large park filled with green fields and childrens play area it is generally reserved for the students of the Arts College across the road but is perfect for hanging out on a sunny afternoon. A prime location just outside the city limits, its large open space provides ample room for all activities, from laying about to small games of rugby, football or frisbee.

66. Long School Dresses

Limerick seems to be the only county that has a modicum of respect for its female youth… and for that, I can never forgive it. Whenever I travel outside the county I am greeted with schoolgirls in short skirts, literally everywhere. I spent a year averting my eyes in Galway and I pretty much hid away when I was living in Dublin. Limerick has imposed a zero tolerance stance on exposed ankles; I remember when my sister was in school there was a limit to the length of your school dress. A Limerick thing by all accounts, young pubescent boys must travel beyond the city walls to get a go of some much coveted calf action.

67. University Concert Hall

The University Concert Hall, in the grounds of the University of Limerick, is a seated venue, which can hold over 1000 patrons. A large stage it is used for everything really from Operas, Dance shows, Comedy, Plays, Concerts. UCH provides and evening of high class entertainment, a relaxed atmosphere I have had the pleasure of seeing sets from the likes of The Frames to comedy shows from the likes of Tommy Tiernan and Des Bishop.

68. Papa Ginos

There is Pizza and then there is Papa Ginos Pizza. Located on Denmark St., Papa Ginos is a family run business as owned by Papa Gino himself, it opens, whenever he feels like and closes in a similar fashion. His pizzas are hand made with love… and pepper, lots of pepper. A wonderfully exuberant man you will often find him sitting in his back kitchen watching Gangster movies, heaven forbid he actually live up to the stereotype. His pizzas are delicious and his smile equally as refreshing.

69. BYOB Events

Bring Your Own Booze events are another aspect of Irish culture that has grown in the past few years. While in Dublin I attended several of these held by various institutions, primarily short story groups… some of which I found a little strange. Limerick however, plays is safe with music events. As I said, Limerick is crazy about rhythmic ceremonial rituals and when these events are turned into BYOB party, they provide a cheap and effective way of enjoying a night out with mates.

70. The Shannon Bridge

The Shannon Bridge, more commonly known as the New Bridge given the fact that it is the newest bridge to extend over the River Shannon… even though that was some 30 odd years ago. The bridge itself is actually quite an eyesore, after all it was build in the 80’s, think of the fashion, how were we gonna make a bridge look good, the best we could hope for is that it served its purposed and let traffic pass over it. So why am I mentioning this bridge if it is such a slight on Limericks landscape, well, if you were stand on the only place where you couldn’t see the bridge you happen to get another fantastic view of the city. Yes, that’s right, stand on the bridge itself and look back on the city. Again, the beautiful landscape holds your line of sight, the River Shannon raging towards you, the town a bustling feature, the much more attractive Sarsfield Bridge and the old defunct rowing club. I’ve always marvelled at that view, something that should be enjoyed more often.

71. Tattooing

Limericks tattoo industry seems to be in full bloom at the moment, with every passing day a new tattoo shop is opening up throughout the city, offering the best in skin artistry. I’ve never gotten a tattoo, at one time I thought about it but I just don’t think it’s for me, but many of my friends proudly show off the various pieces of art that adorn their bodies, a testament to the artists and tattoo galleries that line Limericks streets.

72. Magic FM

Magic FM was a supremely popular pirate radio station from another life ago, way back in the early 2000’s. When we were a younger, teenagers, growing up and just discovering music we wanted to be surrounded by it in every aspect, Magic FM catered for this, at least for me and many others. An alternative music station it broadcast in the evenings with 2 DJ’s shooting the breeze and playing requests and anything that came to mind. I remember the only radio I could listen to it on was the one in my dads car, I used to hijack it in the evening and sit down texting in with the terrible handle of C-Man… of course, whenever they called out my name on air it came out as seamen… classic. Anyone growing up in Limerick during the 90’s knew Magic FM, it was surely the basis for a love of alternative music that has grown in years since then, if any of the people involved in Magic read this, I thank you, yours the C-Man.

73. Annie Fitz

Again immortalized by The Rubberbandits, in their song Bag of Glue, Annie Fitz is Limericks resident town drunk. Always seen with a bottle of Linden Village she, harmlessly, rambles about town. If Limerick had taken a different route and not invested in its people and surroundings, Annie Fitz could easily have been the mascot to this town but thankfully she is not.

74. Castletroy House Parties

House parties are rampant throughout Limerick but the house parties of old, primarily college and mainly those of Casteltroy are legendary, how working residents put up with it is beyond me. Castletroy is located adjacent to University of Limerick and with over 11,000 students on campus there tends to be a few parties every now and again. A place of debauchery and mayhem these parties live on in memory, for once you leave college you wonder how you ever survived these hellish places. Walks of Shame are commonplace in this part of the world and rotten heads, while not mandatory, are understood and empathised with.

75. Bentleys

Bentleys, much like its clientele, is an old bar, hanging almost adrift from the city mid way up O’Connell Street, surrounded by nothing, it is a place for people who want to escape the loud yelps of downtown youths. For the younger patrons it is a place to make yourself feel youthful once more as many of the main customers are over 30, not necessarily a bad thing, they’ve found a spot that caters to them and they’re happy with it. On the bright side, Bentleys seems to always be open and on a Saturday night is mobbed so they must be doing something right.

76. People

The people of Limerick are diamond, don’t get me wrong we have our fair share of scum that wonder the streets ruining it for the rest of us but, the vast majority of the people of Limerick are salt of the earth folk, who greet you with a smile and nod as you walk by. Barring instances of youth orientated violence I have seen only respect shown by the people of Limerick and this is something we should be proud of. The only thing I can fault any of us on, and were probably all symptomatic of it; not only in Limerick, is the diffusion of responsibly theory, whereby if something bad is seen in public no one stands to take action assuming others will look after it. If the good people of Limerick were to stand together when dealing with a lot of the hoodlums of this city we’d stamp it out with ease. Limerick, generally speaking, a great bunch of lads.

77. Limerick Grand Prix

A little know fact about Limerick is that it once held its very own Grand Prix back in the late 1930’s. The biggest names in car racing of the time, Maserati, Bugatti, MG, Ford, Alfa Romeo, Fiat and Austin came to Limerick to compete in the ‘Race Between the Houses’ Grand Prix. Competitors raced over a 2.76mile circuit, completing 55 laps that took them down O’Connell Street, up William Street, out Roxborough Road to Careys Road, Rossbrien Road, up to Punches Cross then back down O’Connell Ave to O’Connell St. In 2010, marking the 75^th anniversary of the race, Limerick had to privilege of having many of these pre 1940’s cars return to compete in a much more civilised Grand Prix. Limericks on street Grand Prix is only matched by the Monte Carlo Grand Prix as the only 2 street races taking on the original layout.

78. Shannon Pop

Another wholly Limerick thing Shannon Pop, it was around many moons ago, long before my youth. It came in two sizes; tiny hand size bottles you can down in one gulp or massive 3litre bottles that you could never finish, because you realize how bad it is. We grew up on Shannon Cola in our house and for years I was addicted to it, literally addicted, only one shop locally supplied it and I was probably their main customer, they had a monopoly on me. Shannon Pop also came in other varieties, the now apparently illegal, Red Lemonade, and Cream Soda… remember that horrible yellowy almost urine coloured drink that tasted literally like nothing else, Cream Soda… what is it? I still don’t know. In recently years Shannon Pop seems to have disappeared and Country Spring has taken its place, thankfully I’ve been weaned off the Cola flavour since they stopped doing the 30p bottles.

79. Curraghchase

Curraghchase is a Coillte maintained forest and general park area, with a general admission of €5 per car this place is a bargain. Located just beyond Askeaton, in Co. Limerick, the 380 acres of land are open to roam about, all year long. With a large lake in the centre surrounded by a forest, the grounds also hold a large, now boarded up, mansion. The €5 entry fee is minimal as the grounds are kept to a high standard, it is perfect for cycling, running and prime for lounging with friends in the summer months.

80. Women

I would consider myself a relatively well-travelled man, at least in terms of Ireland. I’ve been the length and breadth of country at this stage but having spent a majority of my life in Limerick, I have to classify our women as some of the best our nation has on offer, I’m not talking just in terms of looks. Limerick holds some of the most down to earth birds the world over, well able for witty banter with the lads, some of the most intelligent and insightful creatures I have ever come across have been natives or long time settlers in Limerick. And yes, lets face it, visions, beauties that can only be matched by the Shannon herself, Limericks women folk are, for the most part, stunners and while they look through me as if I weren’t there, at least I get to gaze upon these Goddesses on a daily basis.

81. Smallness

Many people dislike the relative smallness of Limerick City, the city itself only encompasses around 7 miles across and 5 miles in width, as the crow flies. Limerick, at times, can seem a rather tiny place but in the grand scheme of things were not doing so bad. We are the third largest city in Ireland with a population over 90,000 citizens, it general size is something we should be proud of. Limerick is prime for circumnavigating, whether on foot of by bike, you can be in one end of the city to the next in just little over an hour. Limerick is slowly realizing this and bicycle lanes are springing up all over the town making it much more environmentally friendly. Another nice aspect of our quaintness is a proximity to the countryside, we’re only a stones throw away from wonderful scenic views of Clare, Tipperary, Cork and Kerry. This distance to the wilderness also enhances out ability to see nature in action, often witnessing Urban Foxes prowl our streets on late nights.

82. Bella Italia

Another proud building located on Thomas Street, Bella Italia is Limericks main authentic Italian restaurant. This place is delicious and has always been consistent in procuring customers; its wide range of dishes and downstairs take away deli counter caters for all. Simple dishes like spaghetti bolognaise are transformed into something completely original and with its friendly staff you are guaranteed a relaxed, comfortable and, most importantly, tasty night out.

83. Lough Gur

Lough Gur is situated some 20kilometres from Limerick City Centre, just passed Ballyneety. It is a relatively small lake nestled nearly beneath a quaint hill top. The scene is picturesque, very relaxed and tranquil, my father used to bring my siblings and I out there when we were younger, using our superior eye sight to catch frogs for him to use as bait when fishing. With a heritage tour also in place, similar in vein to Craggaunowen in Co. Clare, Lough Gur hosts some 6000 years of archaeological history all open to the public and all highly recommended.

84. City Block Grid System

What does Limerick and New York have in common, well… its kind of obvious now from the heading but yes, we are both based on the city block grid system. Back in the early 19^th centaury Edmond Sexton Perry, speaker in the Irish House of Commons, was the driving force in developing Limericks new Georgian town centre into the block grid system, this gave Limerick a wonderfully simple planning, enabling ease of traffic flow, and serving as a useful directional tool. Limerick is by no means the first to implement this grid system but local legend dictates that Limericks grid system was, in fact, the motivating factor in putting Manhattan on the Grid System also. Of course, I have found no facts to substantiate these claims but Limericks Grid System was proposed in 1800 and Manhattans Grid System came into play marginally later in 1811, close enough for the legend to hold weight at least.

85. Killmallock

The other great walled city of Limerick, Kilmallock, close to the boarder of Co. Cork, is a prime example of the beautiful small towns Ireland has to offer. Kilmallock was once a town of great strategic importance and has a vibrant history of war and battles. The town has retained a lot of its ancient qualities, the Killmallock Priory still standing proudly right next to the town centre, the old walls of the city are also still on show and can be seen throughout this vibrant and spirited town.

86. Death Notices

Another interesting fact about Limerick (this one I learnt just this week!) is that it was the first city ever to broadcast the death notices on the radio… a bit morbid I’ll admit but still, something in Irish culture which is still on going started within our city walls. Apparently there was a radio documentary on Radio 1 last week, which went into detail about it (a friend of mine filled me in on the details over a pint). The radio presenter used to walk around Limerick discussing current affairs with the locals and upon find out who has passed away, decided to inform the general public over his weekly broadcast radio show. Yet another wonderfully interesting fact about this charming city.

87. JP McManus

Limerick owes pretty much everything to JP McManus, the multi-millionaire born in Limerick has bank rolled us for years now. Little is know about this recluse outside of the fact that he is a shrewd businessman with money to burn. McManus is the largest owner of competitive racehorses in Ireland with over 400 horses in training. McManus is also a philanthropist, of sorts, and each year offers a scholarship fund for 8 selected students of his former secondary school in C.B.S. Limerick. Every few years he also hosts the J.P. McManus Invitation Pro-Am gold tournament in Limerick to raise funds for local Limerick charities.

88. Memories

Again, this might not hold weight with others from outside of the County but those of you reading this in Limerick of my age, for you, Limerick is filled with absolutely wonderful memories. My teenage years were spent happily moshing away in Lexus nightclub, not too long after, I got my first fake I.D. (cheers Pa Griffin) and more doors opened up, Termites particularly, both of these venues were the same place but only one served alcohol, the dingiest spot in town in the Savoy night club. The Highstool, too, became a preference, going there for your weekly dose of live music, listening to all the local bands promoted by AMC and Grey Area Music (if I’m not mistaken). Captain Jacks Café, something that was only a blip on the radar of Limericks history (was it really only opened for a year), it seems like I lived in that place half of my life. Hanging out with the Goth crew occasionally, drinking in Poormans, heading to Trinity Rooms, if Limericks walls could talk, they’d probably talk about much more important things than this but they can’t so Im filling in the details.

89. The Treaty Stone

The Treaty Stone is named after the Treaty of Limerick was signed on this otherwise unimpressive piece of limestone rock. The treaty marked the end of the Williamite war in Ireland between the Jacobites and the followers of William of Orange. The stone was originally a mounting block for horse riders but due to the lack of a suitable table, the Treaty of Limerick was signed on this rock and since then we have held it as a false god… not really. Originally the monument stood pretty much on Thomond Bridge but was moved just off this site in favour of a Clancy Strand spot in 1990.

90. Stroll Down Memory Lane

As previously stated Limerick is a proud, historical town, where memories run as loftily as the Shannon herself. Local historian and journalist, Sean Curtin, has taken on the mission of capturing the history of Limerick in photographic documentation in his series of books called, Limerick: A Stoll Down Memory Lane. We used to get these books back when my Grandmother was still alive, so she could look back on the days gone by and remember, with fondness, her youth but as more books came in, I found myself drawn to them. You can literally see the evolution of the city since the advent of the camera, old street views and how they have changed, A Stroll Down Memory Lane has become a permanent fixture in our house and I highly recommend all the citizens of Limerick to pick one up and pa-rouse it, it is fantastically interesting.

91. Limerick Youth Theatre

Limerick Youth Theatre (LYT), was set up in 1997 and is now reaching its 15^th year in Limerick. A youth services company, LTY was set up to engage with the youth in, not only producing and encouraging interest in theatre, but also other forms of media from film, television and radio production. Some of the best people I have ever come to know have come out of LYT, its structure seems to call and invite the engaging and exceptional youth of Limerick into its arms… obviously I myself was part of this motley crew, but I was kicked out for being too damned amazing… and breaking the very few rules they have in place, but what can I say, I’m a radical.

92. Clancy Strand

I might be a bit prejudiced here, I live down the road from Clancy Strand but I love that road, I think it’s one of the most beautiful roads I’ve ever seen. Not from looking at the houses mind but by looking our over the river. The road was recently revamped and a walkway was implemented making scenic views even more enjoyable. Starting from the Treaty Stone you have a stunning view of King Johns Castle and Thomond Bridge, walking towards town you are then gifted the wonderful sights of the Curragower falls itself (although with the addition of the new park, a lot of its original magic is lost), from here you are treated with the Potato Market Bridge, a stunning hump back bridge, seldom in use. Then the city opens up right before your very eyes and as you walk along the river, you really see the scale of the city centre. A juxtaposition of old and new, castle and town, you see Limericks original selling point, its placement on the banks of the Shannon. Clancy Strand is a sight to be seen at any time, day or night, a joy I still marvel upon her on a daily occurrence.

93. Drunken Thady and The Bishops Lady.

Limerick is not without its fair share of the supernatural, the legendary poem, as written by the Bard of Thomond, Michael Hogan, tells the tale of The Bishops Lady and Drunken Thady. The Bishops Lady, a philistine and philanderer, was killed in a moment of passion, her ghost continued to haunt Thomond Bridge, where she died, until a priest suppressed her spirit. Many years later Drunken Thady came to be, his wicked ways rivalled those of The Bishops Lady. One night, when returning home drunk, he is confronted by the ghost of the Bishops Lady on Thomond Bridge, she is determined to drag him to hell, to pay for his debauchery as she had to. She threw Thady over the bridge, where he clung for dear life, permanent etchings of his finger nails can still be seen on the bridge where he tried to hold on, he was unable to do so however and plummeted into the Shannon being dragged towards the Curragower falls. Thankfully he knew the river well, having swam it all his life and survived the ordeal, only to become a good and honest Christian man.

94. Todds

Todds, that’s what it will be known forever, not Brown Thomas. No one from Limerick calls it Brown Thomas, even though it’s been Brown Thomas since I was a child and I have never had any reason to know it as anything other than that. Our parents called it Todds and so that’s what we call it. Todds is the central hub of Limerick, when meeting anyone you meet at Todds. I’m pretty sure if you stood there for the day the only people you would see would be people waiting for other people in aims of moving away from Todds. It once was home to the local Goth crew who sat there day in, day out, wreaking their own brand of mischief, Todds is now Brown Thomas… but don’t let anyone hear you call it that, cause it Todds.

95. Pride

The people of Limerick are a proud bunch, we love our city and we take offence to those who put us in bad light. Yeah, we like to take the piss, but Limerick is our family, we’re entitled to do so. When we use the old Stab City line it’s always said in jest, when people outside of Limerick use the Stab City line, it’s said with malice. Tabloid journalism has made us out to be a place of debauchery, a Gotham City, where no one can walk the streets for fear of muggings and killings, and yes, sometimes these things do take place but they take place all over the world, the fact of the matter is sometime people are bad but for the vast majority people are good and that is where Limerick firmly stands, on the side of the good. We are a united people and if the rest of the country took the time to visit they would see that we have quite a bit going for us.

96. Limerickism

Again, probably made famous by The Rubberbandits, Limerick seems to have a language unto itself. Down in this part of the world everyone can do a scumbag accent, it seems to be some sort of crazy evolutionary step we all have taken to fend for ourselves in unsightly situations. Some of the best Limerickisms are entire sentences whittled down to single words for example ‘Come here, I would like to talk to you’ becomes ‘C’mere’I’wancha’, ‘Kid’ replaces the i with an a and becomes ‘Kad’, all crisps are known as ‘Taytos’, so people often ask for a packet of ‘Walkers Taytos’ or ‘Tayto, Taytos’, ‘eating’ becomes ‘atein’ but my absolute favourite of all the Limerickisms has to be that there are no such thing as runners or trainers down here, you wear ‘tackies’, ‘daycent’ ones at that. Tackies, I dunno where it came from by my word do I love it.

97. Great Limerick Run

I wasn’t too sure whether I should give the GLR a spot of its own on this list, after all it does fall under several other categories within this list from May Festival to Limerick: Irelands Sporting Capital, but the GLR is a triumph of the city. The GLR is a race series, a full marathon, a half marathon and a 10K run that takes you on a full tour of Limerick, from the city centre, out to UL, back out to Raheen and then over to Thomond Park region. As I said before Limerick is a fantastic city to begin running in, several years ago I took it up myself and just in the nick of time too it seemed as when GLR was announced, I opted to take part in it. Three years on I have taken part in all of the three events, finishing my full marathon last year with a great sense of pride. The Great Limerick Run is a wonderful addition to the city and has fostered a remit of healthy living for all those who wish to take part.

98. Mickey Martins

Mickey Martins just off Thomas Street, on Augustinian Lane, is a prime location for any bar. It is settled right into an alleyway, surrounded by cafes and restaurants, Mickey Martins has nightly DJ’s and a nice relaxed atmosphere. While small, it seems to accommodate for its clientele very well, never appearing too busy. In years gone by, Mickeys was quiet dingy and almost dangerous at points (particularly that narrow stairwell), recently it has come into its own, now serving as one of the finest and most entertaining bars in Limerick.

99. Flip It-Tv

Last but certainly not least, us, right here at Flip It-Tv. Started by the magnificent Olivia Chau and Alison Daly in 2010, Flip It-Tv was an effort to get out of the funk of saying that Limerick has nothing and does nothing by actually going out there and doing something. Over the past 2 years the girls have been joined by a whole host of crew to bring Limerick up to speed on the latest trends, bands, DJs and general people who grace our much loved land. Flip It is growing in popularity weekly and with your help, by sharing and these pages and watching the videos, it will continue to do so. They also gave me the opportunity to voice my opinions and get me writing more so, for that, I am forever thankful.

And there you have it, my 99 Reasons to Visit Limerick. This list, for the most part, is personal but I would imagine it reflects a lot of people within my age group from Limerick. It is in no way in order of preference and, being conceived from my head alone, probably leaves out quiet a lot. I invite people to discuss the list in an open forum, recommending pieces I have left out, forgotten or failed to mention due to lack of personal experience. I also implore people from other cities and towns to take heed of what they have on offer and possibly list their own preferences, it broadens the scope of understanding throughout the country and is actually quite refreshing to undertake.

Cian Hennigar.

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Cabin in the Woods Review

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 20:17:49 +0100

Cabin in the Woods written by Drew Goddard and Joss Whedon couldn’t wholly be classified as a horror film, which is what I thought it was initially, instead, in true Whedon style, it blends elements of horror, comedy and the supernatural into a completely unique and imaginative solid script which unfortunately cant be discussed in too much detail without giving away the main premise of the movie, all I can say its that it’s pretty meta. Think comedy television show Community mixed with Buffy the Vampire Slayer seamlessly blended with Sam Raimi’s Evil Dead or Drag Me to Hell.

The film was shot in 2010 but due to the financial difficulties by then distributors MGM the film wasn’t released until Lions Gate bought the rights. If anything the delay in releasing this film could only help it as it stars now mega-star Chris Hemsworth and with the soon to be released Avengers, Joss Whedon is also a hot topic.

As I said previously I can’t give a synopsis of this movie, as it would destroy the twists and turns throughout. What I can say is that the film blends two narratives together one featuring the obvious storyline, 5 kids head off to spend the weekend at a cousins cabin in the woods Kristen Connolly, the naive smart attractive but fragile girl who just needs a break, Chris Hemsworth the token jock, Anna Hutchinson the dumb blonde, Jesse Williams as the sensitive caring guy and Fran Kranz as the stoner with a heart of gold. The other storyline is where it gets a bit deep and features technical supervisors overseeing plans in an underground bunker featuring Richard Jenkins and Bradley Jenkins. What transpires over the course of 1:45 minutes is wonderfully entertaining and engaging story, a film that knows its genre core to a T and plays it out with hilarity, this film knows all the clichés and happily nods at them as it takes us on our journey through the film, it references and adapts throughout.

I don’t really do horror movies, I often talk about them and how they are one of the only real film genres that can evoke such a response from its viewers, the heart races, we look away, we close our eyes, we shriek and often times it stays with the viewer, causing long sleepless nights huddled in terror and questioning everything that betrays our senses and goes bump in the night. The main problem is, however, that most horror movies are rubbish, its rehashed, and uninteresting, where you know what’s going to happen before it occurs taking all the fright out of it. More than likely this is due to modern culture, we’ve been desensitised over the years, 24 hour news coverage of the horrors of real life take precedence, most of the mysteries of our world have been discovered in some senses, we’ve split the atom, mapped the world and all the knowledge of this has been put on display in the open forum that is the internet. What is there to be scared of, our sense of mystery and whimsy is slowly fading and the genre had to change. Instead of the spooky unknown force, be it Monster, Vampire, Witch or general spook, the industry had to look at the worlds real monsters, violent killers and as such the Torture Porn Horror industry evolved something which follows the same conventional rules as the general horror genre but puts a modern take on it, attempting to make it all seem real as the bad guys are just essentially real, albeit f@*ked up, people. This form of horror I could never appreciate, it just goes for the big kill and attempts to throw blood everywhere to win over its audience.

This film however, is one in a million; while recreating the same rehashed scenes we have all seen before it manages to be completely original by adding a subplot, which in turn becomes to main focus of the movie. Subtle hints are given throughout as to what is going on but as the film progresses, the audience is brought up to speed and nothing seems rushed or out of context. The dialogue is razor sharp too, from the onset, living up to the jovial friends getaway at the start and the impassioned speeches dotted throughout.

There were parts where I questioned was I enjoying this film as I watched it but it was brought together with such grace at the end that at the end I honestly thought what I was watching was a work of genius. This isn’t a film that is going to win any awards but it does get the audience thinking and if you have been following any of the reviews I’ve done you’ll know, for me, that’s what film is all about. People who are expecting an out and out horror film, this may not be one for you but, as I said previously, if you are a Whedon or Raimi fan you will not be disappointed.

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Fuck The Clique!

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 15:26:00 +0100

Being crammed behind a desk with my fellow Flip It TV presenter Ali Daly, we were barely hanging onto to our laptops and mixer (we were Djing at the first ever DIE night), as the crowd swelled to an enormous amount in the smaller upstairs room of Dolans Pub. I wish I could say we were playing such great tunes that they were delirious with dance but no…they were in fact there to see the raucous Hip-Neck Blues Collective. This was my first introduction of the footstompin, high energy, and riotous band who hail from (that’s right) Limerick.

As a positively new band (these guys are only together a year) they have left their indelible mark on Limerick and Ireland with non stop gigging. They have a unique sound which incorporates a harmonica and a cello, as well as harmonies and rap, they have found a niche in a otherwise saturated market. They’ve had the pleasure of sharing a stage with Scroobius Pip, B Dolan, DJ Woody, and Sneaky Soundsystem, to just name a few. With six members in the band, they fill the stage with their “Blues and Folk tinged Hip-Hop”.

The boys have been busy with their debut EP Millie, recorded in Red Lake Sound Studios and released the 17^th of April. Featuring five tracks; Post Apocalyptic, Devil’s Child, Going Down, Love Song, and Broken Man. Listening to the EP a few times, I can only conclude that these lads have old souls, singing about love, and a mans life which is in such a shambles, he wants to resort to drinking and violence. They weave intricate stories with every song and you are transported with the music and lyrics.

The Hip-Neck Blues Collective are not to be missed, as with every gig they are known to bring the noise. They are on tour right now around Ireland and will be playing in Baker Place on the 26^th of April for their EP launch. You can check them out on their FaceBook and YouTube.

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Olivia

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Wed, 18 Apr 2012 18:19:23 +0100

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Fuck The Clique!

Thu, 12 Apr 2012 17:38:00 +0100

A little funk in your life is never a bad thing and while it’s usually left to an older generation of artists to give us some funk, Jericho are breaking with tradition and bringing funk back to an audience who think of funk as a mood rather than a genre of music. Let me just say funk one more time, because I like the funking sound of it!

Jericho’s debut EP entitled Tantra, landed on my desk just last week and I had no expectations or idea’s of how it was going to sound. Saying that, the minute I uploaded it to my laptop and gave it a listen, I was surprised by the music. The only way I can describe it is Prince mixed with Michael Jackson but performed by pasty Irish men & women. The songs themselves are nostalgic but without ripping off any other artist. And all this from a young band based in Cork.

So a little few bits about Jericho….The band is lead by the enigmatic Darragh Keary (Keys, Vocals), he is joined by Tommy Buckley (Guitar), Steve O’ Brien (Drums), Eoin Fennessy (Bass), Muireann Holly (Vocals), and last but certainly not least Sarah Barry (Vocals). They list they’re main influences as Prince, Stevie Wonder, Kate Bush, Sly and The Family Stone, and Earth Wind and Fire. These bands have a heavy impact on the sound of Jericho with their funk (there’s that word again!) and harmonies abound through out. After listening to the EP a few times, the one thing I can say is that it makes me sway. I was internet browsing and found myself dancing in my seat. The EP contains three songs, Hit It!, Nora, and A Kiss Where it Hurts. As for the lyrics, maybe it’s just me and my duuurty mind, but they seem down right filthy. Every song is full of innuendo and sexual references but you don’t hear them at first. I found myself singing some of the lyrics to myself while cooking dinner. ‘Hit It’s “Take it off like banana peel” was stuck in my head for three days! The lyrics in all the songs leave enough for the imagination and a far cry from obvious muck that are in (all) pop songs around at the minute. It’s refreshing to listen to music where the effort has been put in to every little detail.

I was lucky enough to get to see Jericho in action just a few days ago in The Courtyard Venue, for their first ever Limerick gig. I was expecting a high, energy performance and that’s what I got. The audience spanned from a wide range of people, from the student who happened to be passing by and pop their head in, to the random guy holding up the bar. There wasn’t an unhappy face in the pub. Everything was perfect from timing to harmonies and if you closed you eyes, you would swear you were listening to the CD. Muireann and Sarah on vocals channel Aretha Franklin as if she died and came back in these Irish girls for the mad laugh. All I got to say is, Adele better watch her back, she’s got competition with these ladies. Front man Darragh, well he has moves that James Brown would covet, I think I heard Prince quaking in his purple suede boots when Darragh broke it down and showed us all white Irish guys really can dance.

Overall, I really look forward to seeing this band again as they kept me happy every minute of the night. The EP is definitely one for the Ipod or whatever musical device you choose to use. You can’t be sad listening to their music, not even for a second, I practically skip into town waiting for more people to join me in a flash dance (It hasn’t happened yet). You can listen to the EP here and don’t forget to like these lovelies on their FaceBook as well.

As always thanks for reading and don’t forget to follow me on Twitter.

Olivia

Macronite presents Sunil Sharpe, Sat 7th of April, Dolans Limerick

Wed, 11 Apr 2012 13:27:00 +0100

It’s the Saturday night of the Easter weekend and with dreams of chocolate eggs and Techno in my head, I get into Dolans warehouse where Dan Sykes opens proceedings with a statement of intent. The Techno is sharp, precise and presses along molto vivance. The set has that little extra oomph this time around compared to some of the previous sets I’ve heard from this chap, most likely due to the fact that tonight will be Sykes’ final set for the time being as a resident. Going out with a bang appears to be the order of the night; proper order it is too.

ABOVE, DAN SYKES

Arriving on stage, Sunil keeps things at a similar tempo. The tracks are full, gargantuan and the meticulous foundations he establishes for the superstructure of his set ensure that no force could possibly disturb the building you can feel rising as the night progresses…

The set has a real crunch to it, a veritable bowl of Crunchy Nut Corn Flakes. Despite the deliciousness of each bite, you can still feel that sickly sweet Techno goodness rotting every tooth out of your head. Indeed, as you get deeper into the bowl, you begin to notice some dastardly chemical taste beginning to infiltrate your perception; your masticating jaw rattled beyond control by that grunting beast of a Void rig. The music is growing more unsettling, but in the best possible way.

ABOVE, SUNIL SHARPE

The figurative engineers have arrived to evaluate the site as the structure develops and the set creaks and kicks like a chainsaw motor; steel on steel-diamond drill bits shattering in the dust.

Of course, the irony of using so many construction images to describe a set in which the DJ destroys the place isn’t lost on this correspondent…

Sharpe’s substantial mixing style throws balls of lead into the mixer, ensuring that everything you hear is immensely heavy, the jab of the kick drums punching from the waist, throwing the entirety of its weight into the fist. Dave Clarke’s Thunder grumbles in the bass bins and things are beginning to get a little out of hand….

Those who have found themselves pressed against the back wall of the warehouse attempt in vain to raise their arms, the music expanding with the inconceivable pressure known only on the ocean floor. Punching the air here might as well be an exercise in preparing for the colonization of Mars; the gravity is dense and it feels like your arms weigh four-hundred pounds each.

SUNIL SHARPE ROCKS THE WAREHOUSE

Knowing that the night will quickly be coming to an end. Sharpe decides to tip things over the edge of the precipice and in a flash; the tempo has shot up about fifteen BPM. If we were listening at one point to Techno, things have suddenly shot into the Hard House territory; with no sign that the set is going to calm down. The pagans are leaping around the fire, summoning their heathen gods as the floor rocks. There’s Gabber in the air and looking up at the balcony, you can even see the Macronite residents and crew loosing the plot and somewhere in the vortex, things have gotten so bafflingly fast and outrageously good I’m reminded of those daft Southern Baptist church where everyone starts speaking in tongues.

And now that the music has stopped and crowd cheers appreciatively, I realise that the end of Sharpe’s set was so outrageously filthy the only simile I can use to adequately describe it is as if I just had a pop at my own grandmother. AND she was a ride!

Dirty business. And sensational to boot.

ABOVE, OM UNIT

Since I’ve started reviewing gigs in this capacity, I can stay that Sunil Sharpe’s set is definitely one of my highlights of the calendar year. Indeed, it’s been some months since I’ve seen the crowd get into a set with such relentless vigour. He was so good I actually found it difficult to keep away from the warehouse and didn’t devote enough time to checking out Om Unit and Tamen spread out throughout the Dolans complex. A poor move on this correspondents part, although in my defence, Sharpe’s set was just too good to ignore.

So how should I conclude this review…? Whereas other acts have built up walls of bass-heavy music, Sharpe’s set constructed a Roman arch, opening the set up in such a way that it gives the audience a sense of space that will not be heard on your average weekend; while other DJ’s and producers have built temples from bricks, Sharpe constructed a cathedral of sound from vaulted arches and buttresses.

Can I get an amen?

Written by Stuart Nealon

Elaine Mai - Dots

Tue, 10 Apr 2012 16:49:00 +0100

As one of State magazine’s Faces of 2012 Galway’s Elaine Mai is clearly one to watch. Praise has been heaped on her from all corners of the Irish music press and yet it’s next to impossible not to heap more of said praise upon her, especially when you listen to her debut EP entitled Dots which was released last week. Her music comprising of intelligiently layered and looped accoustic melodies mixed with with wistful vocals and at times electro beats, speaks to the listener in a way that few artists do in todays musical climate.

Opening track Guarded is like a synopsis of Elaine’s style, looped vocals and beats abound and it is impossibly catchy meriting numerous plays before I even explored the rest of the EP.

The following three tracks stick to the standard set by the opener. Tainted’s electro snare drums and repetitive vocals prompt a kind of laidback head bopping that few accoustic sounding artists can aim to coax from the listener.

The EP is available to listen to and buy right now from Elaine Mai’s bandcamp page and at a mere five bob you’d be silly not to.

Luckily for us here in Limerick she plays Bourkes Live this thursday night with the exceptional So Cow also on the bill. Having seen both of these before I can assure it will be well worth a gander.

Listen to Elaine Mai here

http://elainemai.bandcamp.com/

Liam