Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Nostalgia weirdo.

Today, I'm nostalgic and sad. I'm missing my passing self.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Quote of the day.

Overheard on the street from my bedroom window:

Child (coming gradually closer, getting gradually louder):
Woman pushing the pram:
Child: No! AAAAAAHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Woman: Stop shouting!

(Fade out.)

Ah the good old days...

Are gone, are gone forever...

Where it all started, as keen assistant to Miss Epiphany DeMeanour at the Tassel Club.

Photo by the brilliant Ross Waldron

I have written about my experiences and my current contemplations on the burlesque scene and my involvement in it over the last few years and interviewed a number of burlesquers about the sometimes contentious STRIP TEASE, for RAG 5 which is due out in November... there is some talk of making the launch a cabaret!
Anarchist cabaret anyone? YES PLEASE!

Rag is an anarchafeminist publishing collective which I am a member of. Go RAG! More details to come. See:

Fiona Morgan: THISISPOPBABY 2010

I was really looking forward to seeing Fiona Morgan's photos from this year's THISISPOPBABY at Electric Picnic. Pity she didn't catch my ridiculously amazing drum solo where I cross the sticks above my head at the beginning - a sight to rival the most passionate and emotionally urgent teen-film of the 80s. Mean it.

On with the pictorials!

AND NOW! The unglamorous truth,
WHAT REALLY HAPPENED at Electric Picnic...!
Thanks Etain Kidney for buying me punch!
Jon reckon's I look like a boy in this, which isn't totally displeasing.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Blackbird's Double Rainbow! Clue.

An unsuspecting housemate embroiled in the creative process.

September 25th in Glendalough yo!

More details

Sunday, September 19, 2010

For the love of God.



A Performance not to be missed!

Photo by Angela, Blackbird's attire, also by Angela. Angela, you are one talented Mother.

For more details see
this post.
For tickets and full details see
this website.

Who says down is a bad trip?

Transversal is a day of performance art and dance happening on the 2nd of October in my new favourite venue, Block T in Smithfield. Dancer Deirdre Murphy has invited me to play music for an improvised dance piece on the day. I have wanted to experiment with electronic improvisation for a long time now, so this is an exciting venture! It could go either way, but
who says down is a bad trip?
I think my gramophone will be involved...

Monday, September 13, 2010

Quote of the day.

While discussing how humans resemble animals Séan said:

'Because primates are so closely related to humans, I feel a bit bad saying that someone looks like a monkey. It's like saying,
"you look under-evolved"'

(I'm a lemur apparently)

Friday, September 10, 2010

Quote of the day.

While reading aloud a passage from The Judgment of Tiresias (Ovid's Metamorphoses) to Mother...:

Me: Meanwhile, they say that in heaven Jove had put aside his weighty cares, and, drink in hand, was busy killing time in repartee with Juno: "Women get far more pleasure out of sex than men do," he said. And when she denied this, they both agreed to seek the arbitration of the transsexual sage, Tiresias, who, in a leafy forest, had once profaned the coupling of two enormous serpents, by giving them a blow with his walking stick..."

Mother: Sounds like a Galway Parish Priest.

Oh how we laughed.

Actor Ned Dennehy played Tiresias in Gavin Quinn and Simon Doyle's play Oedipus Loves You and BLEW MY MIND. Best opening scene ever. Any movie, any play, any performance I've ever seen.

Blackbird upcoming performances!

I'm very excited to announce that I shall be performing at a number of incredibly exciting shows in the coming months, kicking off on the 25th September with the Lovecats Burlesque troupe at the Gateway Festival, in my beloved Glendalough. Apparently there will be hot tubs in the forest! Ooo. I'll be performing a very special, very fun act entitled:

Blackbird's DOUBLE R
a performance to rival even Blackbird's Tattooed Lady!

Buy tickets here:

Come October, I have been planning a very very very naughty show entitled
The Passion of St. Blackbird

(a homage to my beloved St. Teresa of Ávila!)

for the Pony Girls' SIDE SHOW extravaganza on October 9th in the Complex, Smithfield. I absolutely adore the Pony Girls and I urge each and every one of you kids to get on the Pony train!

For more details:

Buy tickets online here:

You know Blackbirds have a very interesting cultural history specifically related to Glendalough? It's true. See our Seamus Heaney's poem:

St Kevin and the Blackbird

And then there was St Kevin and the blackbird.
The saint is kneeling, arms stretched out, inside
His cell, but the cell is narrow, so

One turned-up palm is out the window, stiff
As a crossbeam, when a blackbird lands
and Lays in it and settles down to nest.

Kevin feels the warm eggs, the small breast, the tucked
Neat head and claws and, finding himself linked
Into the network of eternal life,

Is moved to pity: now he must hold his hand
Like a branch out in the sun and rain for weeks
Until the young are hatched and fledged and flown.


And since the whole thing's imagined anyhow,
Imagine being Kevin. Which is he?
Self-forgetful or in agony all the time

From the neck on out down through his hurting forearms?
Are his fingers sleeping? Does he still feel his knees?
Or has the shut-eyed blank of underearth

Crept up through him? Is there distance in his head?
Alone and mirrored clear in Love's deep river,
'To labour and not to seek reward,' he prays,

A prayer his body makes entirely
For he has forgotten self, forgotten bird
And on the riverbank forgotten the river's name.

Although, I doubt St. Kevin ever thought a Blackbird like me would be swooping down on his magical valley - BOLD! - It wouldn't be the first time a flamboyant female trod his turf. According to my Mother, he was pursued by a temptress in a diaphanous gown! (That means see-through *titter titter* oooohhh!) Of course, they reckon it was an halucination as a result of self-imposed starvation. Oh you whacky saints!

I borrowed the following alternate (non-Mammy) version from this website:

When Kevin was staying in Glendalough, he lived in a cave in the face of a cliff high above the Upper Lake. He had to climb up and down on a rope ladder. A woman named Cathleen had a crush on Kevin, and she used to annoy him by asking him if she could clean his cave, cook his dinner, warm his bed for him. Now, if there was anything Kevin hated worse than people, it was women, because if you're a man you can't become a saint if you have anything to do with women. At least, that's what Kevin thought.

One time he took a bunch of stinging nettles and beat Cathleen with them to drive her away. He probably thought she got the message, but the next day, when he went back to his cave to sleep, he found her there waiting for him. He was so angry that he pushed her out of the cave, and she fell into the lake and drowned.

But he was very kind to animals.

More dates to come!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010


Brainstorm for Butcher Queers 4: I'm working.

Culture Suicide work.
Heritage Fragmentation Action
Creativity Time facing doubt
Struggle synchronicity Love
The Tower (Ego) preparation fucking
Depression choice Sex
Mythology happiness desire
Passion, empathy, anti-neurosis friendship ownership.
Identification Drugs affection
'Sensitive' Solidarity
Fantasy meaning
childhood messages.
freedom. Mythology

Tuesday, September 7, 2010


© Emily Aoibheann

I took a video and cranked up the contrast for dramatic effect
(Aardvark made me music for it):

(13th September 2010)
I feel compelled to state that I am aware of how awfully ham these doctored photos are, but that's ok. Just like the woman on the sex education video in 6th class said about periods. She said (lied), "It's just a few drops, a few drops, but that's ok, it's ok!".
All this rainbow mush came about during the Electric Picnic festivities. Lets just say, as I have been saying, it was an exercise in anti-neurosis. Someone suggested that could be fodder for a new catch phrase - I see it now -

Electric Picnic: An Exercise in Anti-neurosis.

But I digress.
An old, beloved friend of mine who I had not seen for a long time told me, in fact, performed for me, the Double Rainbow youtube video of the man who was moved. I had never heard of a double rainbow, let alone seen one and was overcome with excitement, somewhat chemically induced, BUT THAT'S OK! IT'S OK!

Anyway, I knew then that my performance at the Gateway Festival with the Lovecats would have to be a DOUBLE RAINBOW (those of you who see it will learn why this must be so) and eventually a friend commented that I had in fact left the building and been replaced by a double rainbow. Then on Tuesday - having never even heard of such a thing before the weekend - a double rainbow appeared before me and it was so cool! Before I get all cynical and embarrassed, yah I did think it was fateful and I did board that universal validation train, of course I did! I was screaming at passers-by to look at the double rainbow, grabbing the bins out of a man's hands and throwing them into the road, screaming and laughing and crying and smashing windows with love, shooting rainbow stardust and smiles from the top of my umbrella. Everyone enjoyed it. But it was always bound for the land of ham. I grew up with plastic purple ponies with rainbows on their butts, women like Rainbow Brite and later Mario Cart... Rainbow Rapids? Or was that an outdoor swimming pool in
Dun Laoighre? No way! I just remembered Rainbow Rapids the outdoor swimming pool in Dun Laoighre! On a par with the painful and cold Clara Lara in Wicklow, remember? (Also closed for years but recently reopened).

This is what is left of Rainbow Rapids:

Aside: is an excellent website, full of very creepy photos of deserted, haunted and otherwise otherworldly places of human history, residue and absence.

Over all, the Double Rainbow sighting was an interesting and synchronicitous event.
But, on the face of things:

Light Bends

The fundamental process at work in a rainbow is refraction -- the "bending" of light. Light bends -- or more accurately, changes directions -- when it travels from one medium to another. This happens because light travels at different speeds in different mediums.

Read the rest here.

A gift from Angela of the same rainbow as above: