A chara, – When did certain concerts start becoming framed with the words “An Evening with . . . so and so”?
What do those words promise that an ordinary gig doesn’t?
When I hear somebody say they spent the evening with another person, it usually conjures something intimate, a meal, long chats over a few glasses of wine and maybe more.
So what exactly do you get at An Evening with Aslan? Does Christy Dignam gently touch your hand as you both pore over a dessert menu in a dimly-lit restaurant and whisper across the table to you “It’s just great, like, being with you, but I want to know, how can I protect you in this crazy world?”
Many evenings end with a taxi home. So, imagine you had, in the innocence of your heart, bought tickets for An Evening with Christy Moore.
As the evening in question drew closer you fantasised about how it might end, like many of the best evenings of your life with a cab ride home. There, in the dark of the back seat Christy would turn to you, put his arm on your shoulder and intone in his barrel-deep Prosperous voice “Well, howz-it-goin’-dere, it’s true you ride the finest horse I’ve ever seen . . .” Of course these evenings are always a bitter disappointment.
You arrive to the agreed rendezvous, say the Olympia or Vicar Street, and you soon realise that both of these cheeky Christys are way beyond just double dating, they are in fact polygamous performers promising intimacy to a packed venue.
So you sit salty eyed through the show, jealous of the audience and realising that you are not the only one. – Is Mise, etc, BILLY Ó hANLUAIN Kimmage, Dublin 12.