Three events on a Sunday night in the Déise, 30-4-17
Sitting in the house sharing a few drinks and chats ahead of a night of music in Waterford City. First up is Rusangano Family (with support) organised by Labyrinth Mgmt and Events in St. Patricks Gateway Centre. After this a short stroll down the Quay and into Jordans American Bar for a swift half to catch the vinyl players spin their finest, then out the door and up the lane to Central Arts for the Sonic Dreams promo night. As we were getting ready to call a taxi we received news that the much anticipated Rusangano gig had been postponed. We discussed the situation over another drink, then headed in for the rest of the night's revelry.
Jordans was well attended; the front bar full of the grey and the good with a younger crowd out back. In the bottleneck between bar door and smoking area vintage tunes were bapping out through twin tops; the vinyl wearing its age with clicks and pops and crackle with the occasional skip to the dismay of the DJ. Patti Smith's 'Horses' brought people in from the beer garden to dance while Ian Dury held them there as more heads got up to skank and bop. Midnight soon came and a quick few steps brought us out the door and up the steps to the SAW fundrasier.
Ollie cueing up another one
Put my pint down in the jacks, eh, which one is mine again?
Amy, Dan and John
Friendly faces greeted us upon entry, Dan and John on duty outside with good vibes waiting within. We had missed the previous acts of MANTLE and SOMA, and Dave Mono could be heard pounding through the door with beats that gets in under the skin to make the bones jump and jangle, no standing still allowed. His set was full of well crafted peaks and dips, the music was always going somewhere. Every build-up had a pinnacle followed by a gentler bit to sway to and catch your breath before going through it all over again. Up and down, in and out, building and building like waves onto a shore, our bodies buoyed on the incoming tide of this beautiful and savage mix.
Dave Mono weaving his magic. You can listen here: Soundcloud
Steven Stubbs informed me that my dancing was captured for posterity on his multicam broadcast of the event, which you can see here: Linky
Dave brought us in to land, the lights came up, sweat still glooping from the skin of my back as I sat to put my boots back on. Familiar faces passed by as we filed out into the night to stand and talk on the path a while before heading home.
Two days later and my legs are still in bits from it. I hobble around the house and every time I cringe as I stand up it reminds me of the manic hands in the air dancing on that bank holiday Monday.
Where's me boots! I swear I grew a tail while I was in there.
