Monday, 12 September 2011

Dancin' in the Moonlight

Sometimes I feel the urge to try a different kind of writing to that which I generally publish on this blog. Regular readers will have noticed that in such cases I tend to make use of, the platform my friend Chris Jenkins has created. For those who do not know it, here’s the basic statement of the philosophy; “ is a loose collection of writers, artists, gadflies and trolls. Our purpose is to entertain and enrage in the quest to make you think.”

So it’s over at that I let my nasty alter-ego, Frankie, out of his cage every now and again. And where I try out other things as well.

So when my muse wagged her ass recently and seductively suggested that I might try my hand at a little fiction, it was clear to me that – if it worked – I should publish it over there.

In my teenage years in a small town in the west of Ireland, Thin Lizzy were one of my favourite rock groups; something I believe I shared with the majority of my contemporaries. Along with Rory Gallagher, they were the first to come out of Ireland and make a really serious impression on the international rock scene. Their first, and probably greatest hit, Whiskey in the Jar (1972) served to give diddle-ee-eye traditional Irish music real credibility for my generation and has become a classic rock standard often covered since; most notably perhaps by Metallica, winning a Grammy for their performance of the song in 2000.

Thin Lizzy saw many great musicians as part of their line-up over the years, including Snowy White, Midge Ure and the incomparable late Gary Moore, but the front-man and the soul of the band was their bass player and singer, Phil Lynott. Phil was an amazing, larger than life character, that most seldom of phenomena, a black Irishman, whose singing was always characterised by a broad Dublin accent. His childhood was not easy, growing up as an illegitimate mixed-race kid with his grandmother in very modest circumstances in Dublin in the 1950s. But he came out of this background with a suave, piratical coolness, which he projected on a level comparable with Jimi Hendrix.

And, just like Hendrix, he lived the rock and roll life in the fast lane, dying as a result of drink and drugs at the age of only thirty-six. His native city of Dublin commemorated him with a life-size bronze statue in 2005.

This little story was inspired by a 1977 song by Lizzy, Dancing in the Moonlight. It’s a modest homage to the group, especially to Phil and Gary, who are now rocking the angels.

So here’s the link. And while you’re there, check out There is some very good stuff over there …

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  1. brinkka2011 says: Ive been meaning to read this and just never got a chance. Its an issue that Im very interested in, I just started reading and Im glad I did. Youre a wonderful blogger, 1 of the most effective that Ive seen. This weblog undoubtedly has some facts on topic that I just wasnt aware of. Thanks for bringing this stuff to light.

  2. I'm so glad Phil was honoured with a statue. And a very good one. I often wonder why we see busts and portraits of politicians and rulers who haven't created anything truly memorable, except misery for us, little people!

    Wish I could play sax like the guy in that band!

    Will try to comment on your story at the other site. If I can't, I will return here.

  3. Not being a wordpress 'member' I do leave my com(pli)ment here: Good read, Francis.

  4. Can't comment on the other site. In order to register, it wants all my Facebook informations, friends etal. I refuse to give that.

    You wrote a great story, Francis. Don't want to say more here as it would reveal the plot. Will email a longer comment. All the best.

  5. Spent the day fixing up my grandson's modelling amp and mending his Strat with a spring from a cigarette lighter. All sounds good. Chased him and his mates away when the Warrington game came on and watch us knock over Huddersfield.
    Mindless Eye has just barred Allan (the heretic) and I've gone in sympathy. Spending too much time blogging anyway - mostly to 'dump' what I don't want in my writing.

    By now I sort of expected Chris to come up with something a bit more commercial. Something of a rugby song Lizzie, back in the student league. I might go to the next reunion.

  6. I followed your link to and I zeroed in on the article about libertarianism.

    I wanted to leave a comment, but I had to log in to do that, and I would have none of it. Too much work.

    The most eloquent essay I have read about libertarianism is here:

    OK, it was about Ron Paul, agree with his take or disagree, it is a master piece.

    I was going to point that out, but, alas, I could not.


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