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Creedence Clearwater Revival – Bad Moon Rising.
“I see the bad moon a-rising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin’
I see bad times today.”
Lyrics: John C. Fogerty.
[This song shown hereunder, back in the year 1969, evoked the civil discord, felt around the world, in relation to the then Vietnam War, without explicitly referring to that actual war].
Last evening, due to clear skies, Tipperary got more than a brief glimpse of this year’s supermoons; the Blood Moon.
The full moon entered our earth’s shadow yesterday, which made it appear much bigger and brighter in the heavens than is usual, however displaying a red tint.
A super blood moon, like last nights, occurs when the moon travels around our planet in an elliptical orbit, or an elongated circle, according to the space agency NASA.
Each month, the Moon passes through ‘perigee‘ (the point in the orbit of the moon at which it is nearest to the earths centre) and ‘apogee‘ (the point in the orbit of the moon or indeed any other object orbiting our earth that is at the greatest distance from the centre of our earth).
  
Village Market – Holycross.
Starting Saturday next 15th May 1:00pm – 3:00pm.
An exciting village initiative, hosting a wealth of skills, talents and creativity from our community and surrounding areas, in Holycross Village Centre.
This market is fully available as a platform for local producers, crafters, artists and musicians.
We would love local schools, their students and start-up businesses to come forward with their ideas also.
The market is delighted to be supported by ‘Domhan Glass Environmental Community’.
Our vision for this market is based on a spirit of welcome and kindness for all those directly involved and to all those who visit.
For further details: –
Email: – thevillagemarketholycross@gmail.com
Mobile Telephone Number: – 087 2349003.
Facebook: – thevillagemarketholycross
It was with sadness we learned of the death of the great hitmaker and music producer Mr Jim Steinman, latter who passed away following kidney failure at the age of 73 years on Monday last.
Mr Steinman will possibly be best remembered for his associations with singer Meat Loaf, latter who took him to court for the right to perform ‘It’s All Coming Back to Me Now’, later performed by Celine Dion, on her multi-million selling “Falling Into You” album .
English composer, impresario of musical theatre and Fethard, Co. Tipperary resident, Mr Andrew Lloyd Webber, who worked with Mr Steinman on the musical “Whistle Down The Wind”, compared the songwriter to the German composer Wilhelm Richard Wagner.
We remember the song “No Matter What” written by Mr Andrew Lloyd Webber and Mr Steinman from that musical, and popularised by Irish boyband ‘Boyzone’ in 1998; recorded to tie in with the show’s first UK production.
On learning of the death of Mr Steinman, Mr Lloyd Webber stated, “He was one of the nicest, kindest people I have ever met in the music business; the ‘Wagner of rock’, if you like.”
Mr Lloyd Webber recalled an evening out with Mr Steinman and his generosity, while in New York City at a Mexican restaurant, adding, “he was extraordinary”.
Mr Steinman also penned/produced hits for other performers such as ‘Bonnie Tyler’, ‘Air Supply’ and ‘Take That’.
No well-known current day personalities get spared in this humours song, which comes courtesy of funny man Eamonn Macdonncha and his children, Ciarán aged 10 and Cóilín aged 7, all who shared in the performance of “Roll out the AstraZeneca” posted on YouTube.
Sit back and have a good laugh, sure there is nothing else you can be doing this Tuesday morning, as you pretend to work from home.
“Roll out the AstraZeneca”
Oh, lockdown nearly broke us
It’s brought us to our knees,
Thank god for Arthur Guinness
And for the PUPs.
Oh when will the public houses
Ever open the door?
At the rate of vaccination,
It’ll be 2024.
Well Varadkar got the vaccine
Just earlier in the week.
He had it only in his arm
And the thing began to leak!
Well they gave it to Arlene Foster
And it drove her half insane,
She claims she’s got some Fenian blood
And she wants to join Sinn Féin
There’s no one in the restaurants
And there’s no one in the pubs,
And there’s not a team in Ireland
That can stop the bloody Dubs. When the Green’s get vaccinated
Eamonn Ryan’s boots will quake,
The biggest job they’ll have is
Trying to keep the whore awake.
When they jabbed the Queen of England
It created quite a spark,
They gave none to Meghan Markl
Saying her skin was way too dark.
Tomorrow of course is the Feast of Saint Valentine, celebrated annually on February 14th each year, as a minor Western Christian feast day.
The Feast of St. Valentine was first established by Pope Gelasius I in AD 496, to be celebrated on February 14th in honour of Saint Valentine of Rome. St. Valentine of Rome was believed to be a temple priest, who was executed outside the Flaminian Gate, in Rome, [on the Piazza del Popolo, which was a place for public executions], by the anti-Christian Emperor Claudius II. His crime was helping Roman soldiers to marry when they were forbidden to by the Christian faith at the time. He was executed on that same day, February 14th, in AD 269.
Tradition claims that St. Valentine as a prisoner restored sight to the blind daughter of his jailer. It is believed he afterwards wrote to the jailer’s daughter a letter, which he signed “Your Valentine” as a farewell before his execution.
Benedictine monks are believed to have spread the practise of honouring St. Valentine to England, France and Ireland.
True or not, woe betide any man who has forgotten to obtain at least some small gift token, in expression of their love, to those whom they hold ‘near and dear’, tomorrow.
While many would hold that the traditional Irish folk ballad, known by almost every Irish person, entitled “Spancil Hill” (Spancilhill), is an authentic 19th-century Saint Valentine’s love letter, and indeed worthy of St. Valentine, the writer Michael Considine in his dream arrived in Spancilhill “on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair”, and not on February 14th.
The author of the poem Michael Considine (1850–73) was baptized on August 11th 1850, (Page No. 204, entry No. 6051, in the Roman Catholic Baptism register of the parish of Clooney, Bunratty Upper), and at an early age travelled on emigrant ship to the United States, and who in 1873, now longed to be back in his homeland, at ‘the Cross of Spancil Hill’, Co. Clare.
Like many others, initially he was escaping from a God forsaken Ireland, then crippled by the Great Potato Famine of 1845, having emigrated at the age of 20 years in search of a better life. He worked for a few years in Boston Massachusetts in the United States, before heading west to California in the hope of finding riches in the gold rush.
At the age of 23, he became ill and when he knew he was probably dying, he penned the poem “Spancilhill”, which later became a folk ballad. He posted his love poem to his young nephew in Ireland. Alas, Michael Considine died aged 23years, in 1873.
Spancil Hill Crossroads, named in the poem, exists in the townland of Castletown, Doora, Co. Clare in the barony of Bunratty Upper, County Clare. The word ‘spancil’ refers to the practice of “spancilling,” which was to use a short piece of rope or other stout material to tie an animal’s left fore-leg to its right hind leg, thereby preventing same from straying or wandering.
Whitefriar Street Carmelite Church, Dublin, today houses some relics of St. Valentine.
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