The only Snow Patrol song I really remember listening to with Sean is the classic ‘Chasing Cars’, which he must have put on a compilation CD as I remember driving up our road with it playing loud, and Sean singing in the passenger seat. We bought him a Snow Patrol CD a few Christmases ago but I don’t think any of us listened to it much. This song reminds me of him.
25 responses to “Sean’s music 34 … Snow Patrol”
I understand the feeling of simply wishing to lie down with a loved one, in the middle of madness. Personal havens of the body and mind.
I like the song.
A reference elsewhere reminded me of another Northern Irish group, a group I had forgotten. The Undertones. I used to like that sound. Checked. I still do.
I am always delighted when I hear a non-Yank rhotic ‘r’ in contemporary music.
I love Irish voices, be they from Northern Ireland or the Republic of Ireland. For some reason, I feel less interested in the Scots.
Perhaps it is because I find that the Scots pitch their voices too high.
Both hysterical Glasgow louts and Miss Jean Brodie types (Mr Mackie is included in the latter category) are guilty of this.
To conclude : the most annoying thing in the world is hearing the word ‘infirmary’ pronounced by people like Sheonah.
Thanks, Cymbeline … I’m glad you like it. Yes, the Undertones were very good.
Just in from choir practice. It is somewhat bleak and midwinterish here. Sang that song (‘Bleak Midwinter’, I mean … not ‘Chasing Cars’).
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone.
That’s the one. Fabulous words … Christina Rossetti, as you know.
‘What I can I give him … give my heart’
‘burrstin into life’
I was eating lunch in a restaurant today when it started to hail. I was sitting by the window and saw the white stones fall and fill the road. It was sudden and beautiful. I said ‘C’est beau’ to the waitress. She said yes, it was beautiful if one was sitting inside looking out, but surely not so beautiful for others outside.
Just got back from HMP Holloway’s Carol Service – over 250 women there and not enough seating, so many standing. Two women at the front with babies where I was playing keyboard. One smiled at me and I winked back. I asked her the name of her baby. She said “Mason. ” She said it was a Scottish name. Rattling good Carol Service with seven members of the Hendon Salvation Army Band who played a medley including Jingle Bells and Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer with the women bobbing up and down in their seats and hooting and hollering! Great fun. I had ten lady members of the choir. We had rehearsed well and they sang well, each one draped with a line of fat silver tinsel brought in especially to give them the glitter effect!
PS It will be the Brixton Carol Service on Tuesday next and “Earth stood hard as iron” will be sung. We have an organist, a keyboardist (PapaG) and a trombonist, a local vicar from Herne Hill. There you go Brendano – smoke on that!
PPS Thankyou Cymbeline for the restaurant view.
That must have been exhilarating, PapaG … it sounds fantastic. I hope Brixton will go just as well!
Papaguinea. I can give a restaurant view because I have done nothing wrong, and I do not have family in prison.
We work hard and we obey the rules.
We are kind and charitable about those who do not obey the rules.
But we do not mix these ideas too much. There is a line, and we are on the right side of it.
Says she with her nose pressed against bars 😉
Wonderful stuff, Papaguinea. I admire you.
P.S. Sean appears with lots of very pretty young ladies. What about jealousy? Does that not exist in Ireland 😉
I have often wished to ask this question. It is done now.
Sean had a lot of female friends, and various girlfriends over the years. (Typical scenario … drop him off on the street in Virginia and see him being embraced by young women before I’ve even had a chance to drive away.) Clio would have been his only girlfriend in his last year … he loved Clio.
I remember the story about you on holiday, and someone saying that he had seen Sean kissing a girl in the swimming pool. In your blog you added drily that he had been kissing a girl in the swimming pool the year before, too. Funny, charming, and part of his love for life. He was a delighted boy, not a married man. He was right to be delighted.
I think that it must be a source of great joy for you to know that he also experienced more mature love with Clio.
Thanks, Cymbeline. Yes, life seemed to be a constant surprise and delight to Sean. If someone sat down to draw up a blueprint of how best to live a life that would last only 19 years, I don’t think they could do much better than he did himself. That is why it often seems to us that, in some way, he knew.
And yes, we are very happy that he had the year with Clio, and a different kind of love. We have often spoken about this.
I too think that Sean’s life was delightful and packed and marvellous, and yet I never met him.
I understand what you mean about the idea of him having known at some other level that his life was to be short.
Brendano and Cymbeline, perhaps my thanks for the “restaurant view” should not have been appended to the Prison Carol Service report. I hadn’t placed it there for a contrast of perspectives. That being said, the inside and outside view may often give contrasting focus to the living condition. But both inside and outside the wall, life goes on. Carol services are joyous occasions.
There had been an earlier service in the afternoon, for no more than 30 inmates, from the hospital section of the prison but at that service I was without one of my two hearing aids, as I thought then I had lost it on the way to the Prison, or had left it at home. Somewhat depressed, I battled through the service, on half throttle, definitely at a disadvantage.
An hour later, my memory had a kick-jolt and I thought I may have put that second hearing aid into my briefcase as I had left my house in a rush. Sure enough, upon checking, the hearing aid was there in the case. I rushed back into the Chapel where the choir women were practicing for the main evening service and held the hearing-aid aloft as if it were a precious jewel. “My treasure” I exclaimed! The women clapped and laughed. They knew I was back to “normal.”
And that perhaps is why I enjoyed the Carol Service so much. The aid was lost, but then was found. Here the last verse from one of the choir carols:
Rejoice, rejoice, take heart in the night,
though dark the winter and cheerless,
the rising sun shall crown you with light
be strong and loving and fearless.
Love be our song and love our prayer
and love our endless story,
may God fill every day we share …..
And bring us at last to glory!
An amusing story about the hearing aid, though not amusing for you at the time it was missing. It must be frustrating as a musician to depend on one, but I suppose it could be worse. And yes, it’s funny how losing and finding something is better for the mood than never losing it at all!
That’s a great verse. We’re going to have a kind of carol service here on Christmas Eve, for half an hour before the usual mass. We’re doing a pretty elaborate version of ‘I Saw Three Ships’, in which sopranos, altos, basses and tenors all have to pay a lot of attention, as they all do some lines on their own …
Brendano – I love playing ‘ I saw three ships’ at Christmas morning service, as a sort of prelude on the organ. It is a great skippy tune and leads itself to a number of arrangements. What you are doing sounds great fun – may all your sails be billowing!
Funny about the hearing aid, Papaguinea. I have a hearing aid story.
When my brother-in-law was in hospital, we went to visit him regularly. He was sharing a room with an ancient gentleman from Corsica who had the profile of a Roman senator. Sometimes one sees ancient genes in people, and this was one of those times. He was very cultured and very deaf and above boring things like looking after hearing aids.
His daughter would come to visit him, and when she came, she would bring his hearing aid so that they could talk. This seems a bit cruel, but she was sick of him losing his hearing aids all the time.
PS regarding prisons, I always think ‘there but for the grace of God go I’, Papaguinea. I never judge and I always try to remember the words of Jesus about casting stones etc.