In the winter of the will where we have parked, There are new words dealing in the dark, Out you go – all you know. In the time spun off the clock where we are sinking, There are distant pretty eyes and now they’re winking, From the shore – out you go. There are cardboard…
A big blue tent, in a grassy field, between a cathedral and the River Corrib, July 2015. The Little Green Cars open for St Vincent’s Digital Witness, the feature preeesentation. For a change it’s not raining, though it’s not exactly balmy. Good enough! On with the gig, and better than good enough. You know it’s…
An Arts Festival during ‘The heatwave of 2013’- a few unique weeks of rare sunshine. This is how the rest of the world knows summer. July 19th, 2013.