Referring to the last post – less than a day after I published that, my name change has been implemented. What a relief! I really thought I would have to keep replying and appealing forever. I would have done it too, and I would have engaged in ever-more desperate and pathetic attempts to highlight my plight on other social media, ironically drawing unnecessary attention to myself in order to attain the anonymity I was looking for.
All the stuff I wrote about Facebook is true, by the way. I don’t recant a single word of it. I think Facebook is a pox on society, I make no secret of it, but it’s also a convenient place to connect with friends and people who share your interests.
I’m curious as to whether the blog post had anything to do with it, or if the support inbox bombardment alone did the trick. I have criticised Facebook in the past, but I don’t think I was ever more scathing than the last few paragraphs of Facebook as Goliath. Whether or not they saw the blog post, my page is TDNTav on Facebook now, just like I wanted.
The David and Goliath Caravaggio / Kandinsky mash-up image is a still from the as-yet unreleased music video for ‘Life Imitating Art’. One of the verses of that song feels very appropriate right now…
I’ve got what makes an enemy arch –
All this life imitating art,
Don’t look at me
In which David attempts to strike a meaningful blow against a monstrous giant…
I can’t remember if it was me or my friend Ronan who recorded it off the TV. Maybe both of us did. Anyway, at least one of us used a VCR (ask your parents) to capture a late-night broadcast of The Comedy Store on BBC 2 at some point in the mid to late nineties. This was significant because it was the first time I saw Dylan Moran performing stand-up comedy.
Dylan Moran was an old man in a young man’s body. He was shambolic, sarcastic, surreal, serrated. He was world-weary to the point of absurdity. That tape had maybe eight minutes of his act. It was great. I watched it over and over. I probably knew it word for word the first time I saw him performing live, a few months later, the next time he did a show in Cork.
For the next twenty years, I followed Dylan Moran’s career with a personal interest, as if I discovered him. I went to see him live a few times, watched him in Black Books with Bill Bailey and Tamsin Greig. I saw Dylan Moran in that movie with Michael Caine in the cinema, I got the stand-up DVD – I had been in the audience when it was recorded in Vicar St. I told people to watch the stand-up of the uptight guy in Shaun of the Dead who gets his guts ripped out by the zombies.
If you’re not already a fan of Dylan Moran, you should be. Why don’t you start where I did… the year was 1997… I just found the thing on YouTube (just now, two sentences ago)… this is the Comedy Store gig from the mid to late nineties. I’m still raving about it.
I’m glad I caught that on TV and got it on tape to watch over and over. Go on, ask me how I am. I’m terrible, I have piles, my skin is falling off in huge lumps, I live with an old woman I don’t really know underground and we suck stones for money, I have an incredibly rare leg disease and my incredible collection of Bonsai trees was wiped out today… If that was your first time seeing Dylan Moran, good news! You’ve got a lot to catch up on.
I’m posting this thirteen years to the day after I saw Joanna Newsom’s solo performance at Green Man Festival.
This is Pishkin.
There could be nothing more Ireland in the eighties than the incident at Ballinspittle, County Cork, where a statue of the Holy Virgin Mary, Mother of God, was said to have moved of its own accord. Nobody had multi-channel in those days, so there wasn’t a moment’s hesitation. My parents bundled up the five kids and we drove for more than an hour. We all sat on a hill waiting to see a holy vision, like hundreds of other pilgrims replete with hang sangwidges, bockles of orange and picnic blankets.
This instrumental post-rock album came out in 2007, but I only heard it after I saw Explosions In The Sky at ATP in 2009.