PLANXTY IRWIN Leaving work on a Friday night when I wont be a work over the weekend brings a smile if not a lay in, well not much of one but enough the muddy rain day is out there to be ventured in. I have my writing group to read more of Ratty and Moles Canada coming into Idaho journals, Mole is late for a banjo lesson. Well not really late just let time slip away from her though her banjo teacher wont mind. A few hours later she is beaming on the text by field telephone and beaming even more that she is cooking Sunday lunch for Trevor and Helen as Trevor has volunteered to give Mole some tips on playing along with them all. After shopping for Sunday roast that rainy Saturday afternoon they still cant find a gig on Saturday night that might be worth a trip somewhere. Ratty remembers a summer trip to the Turf Cutters. Mole licks her lips,their food was superb. No music that was last night. The Turf Cutters a small country pub almost in the middle of nowhere. As ever the food is superb and the beer up to the mark.Ben Gunn and the Junkyard Angels will be here next Friday and Ratty and Mole make a note in their diary and they drive back to South Stoneham for more banjo and settle down with their books. Mole is on a crime thriller bent while Ratty becomes embedded in Dave Van Ronks The Mayor of MacDougal Street which brims with tales of those grey Eisenhower years that inspired Ginsberg to write Howl itself inspired by Rexroths epic rant which I forget the name of. Sunday Ratty planned to have a lie in and play uke but time is slipping away from Mole to tidy up and she gives him one of her appealing looks as much to say would you go into Portswood and fetch the chicken? Ratty tugs his Idaho boots on and manages to avoid treading on the floor Moles just cleaned. Ratty asks for four chicken breasts at Waitrose and the hard of hearing lady at the counter asks him if he is having a big party as she prepares to load the first of four whole chickens into bags to keep them hot. No maam, not whole chickens, just the breasts . . . When Ratty returns Moles little home by the riverbank is spick and span and they have an hour or so before their guests arrive. Ratty has his Roland Microcube amp trailing wires across the carpet and his baritone plugged in. Mole says that he should just play it acoustically particularly on the Hawaiin stuff so one of those classic teasing arguments ensues. And after a fine roast dinner and Moles baked that morning Victoria sponge with wine and tea Trevor and Mole had a musical hour or two while Ratty and Helen chatted about art and music places and pretended when asked that they had been listening. Actually they did the washing up as Helen said shed heard all this stuff so many times before After it was all over Mole was beaming and it was pjs time and more banjo while Ratty made home with a bag of goodies from Moles fridge and a great chunk of cake. And there snuggled with his unplugged baritone playing Turlough OCarolans Planxty Irwin from a book of Irish tunes he knew Mole was right. Not that hed tell her mind. Ratty ps Turlough it seems made up the word Planxty or got it from somewhere and called all his tunes after the rich patrons he played for the great houses of Ireland and I wondered if he were around today would he have a Planxty Rooney or a Planxty Beckham? youtube/watch?v=5wvr1L3oWKQ
Posted on: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 07:03:28 +0000
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