Eoin Butler: writer, journalist and Mayoman of the Year
Tripping Along The Ledge
temple bar music centre
Nothing Came Out (2001)
Really beautiful track from a band that, in retrospect, I might have been kinder to in this 2002 album review for The Slate… Read the rest of this entry »
Introduction to the ‘Revenge’ issue
“An eye for an eye, and soon the whole world is blind”
Mahatma Gandhi, The Story of My Experiments With Truth (1929)
“Somewhere… somehow… someone’s gonna pay!”
Arnold Schwarzenegger, Commando (1985)
ON JULY 12, Hizbollah ambushed an Israeli army unit on the Israeli-Lebanese border. Three I.D.F. soldiers were killed and two captured. In retaliation, the Israelis launched a devastating month-long assault on southern Lebanon that killed hundreds and left much of the country’s infrastructure in ruins. As the region knuckled down for yet another bloody round of reprisal and counter-reprisal, the New York Times asked Harvard Professor Daniel Gilbert to explain the psychology that fuels such protracted strife. (He Who Cast The First Stone Probably Didn’t, July 24.) Read the rest of this entry »
NO JACKET REQUIRED
[This is from a very early issue of Mongrel. I ambushed this guy backstage at the Temple Bar Music Centre after a gig. There is no word in the English language for drunk I was. An hour or so afterward, my friend Scally tracked me down at the counter in Zaytoon (kebab house) on Parliament Street trying to order a round of drinks… Not my finest hour, I’ll be the first to admit.] Read the rest of this article here.
NOTHING CAME OUT (2001)
Really beautiful track from a band that, in retrospect, I might have been kinder to in this 2002 Slate album review… Read the rest of this entry »
NO JACKET REQUIRED
[This is from a very early issue of Mongrel. I ambushed this guy backstage at the Temple Bar Music Centre after a gig. There is no word in the English language for drunk I was. An hour or so afterward, my friend Scally tracked me down at the counter in Zaytoon (kebab house) on Parliament Street trying to order a round of drinks… Not my finest hour, I’ll be the first to admit.] Read the rest of this entry »