Paddy's Rambles

A place where Paddy shares his thoughts, rambles and other artistic endeavors.

June 2, 2009

Honorable Garech De Brun

Here's a picture of The Honorable Garech De Brun, the gentleman that my father bought the full set of Dennis Crowley pipes from, back in 1965-66, I later married the old Rowsome chanter from the set I'd had since 1960 to the Crowley set, this was the combination that I played all the way to the year 2000.  Many thanks to you, Garech.



Dec. 30th 2008

The Hill Loudon, NH


Went outside this evening at 6:30pm to the most beautiful skies!

The crescent hangin over hills and valleys on the bottom

of a shadowed gray sphere? The Moon!

A great bright Planet on my side of the Moon
illuminating it’s solar body, reflecting
white heat from our setting Star!

A backdrop of massive glittering diamonds,
expanding from vastly distant clouds of light

Twilight!

Streaks of orange, strings of pink!
Purples and deep dark blues!?

The sky’s alive!





November 18, 2008

These are photos I got from a friend, my dad, mom, john and I with John's two kids in the background,
then there's John snr Paddy and John jnr, the last ones of my parents, John Keenan snr and Mary Bravender Keenan circa 1968-70








May 27, 2008
Some old photos

bothies

paddy and matt

paddy with friends and family





APRIL 16TH 2008

JUST BEFORE 5:30AM

Some Ranchers rode into town last night.

Hangin’ in the saloon for a time, then staggering noisily across the dust covered street, calling out my brother’s name.

Johnny! One of them shouted. I’ve come to straighten an old debt, Johnny. You remember my friend Joss? "Johnny boy".

He growled!

Johnny jumps his horse, Billy gets in the way.  Joss's friend takes advantage, pulls his gun, fingers tightening round the trigger.

Johnny turns gun in hand, Joss's friend drops to the ground in a cloud of dust.

His friend makes a dive at Billy, Billy slaps him with his 44, he too hits the ground.

Johnny and Billy run for the barn, turning and crashing through the store window knocking over the keeper.

Me, right behind them cursing and swearing from the back door,

Just as Billy jumped the step, the door swings back, slaps me on the head and seems to lock?

I bang and push to no avail, rooting through a mess of junk and papers, for something to break through.

Pulling an old bag from the trash, it rips open, scattering wads and wads of ten and twenty dollar bills!

Stuffing them inside the linings of my jacket, socks and trouser legs.

Loud angry voices out front, as I reach for the door.

The door swings open with no effort at all, I feel myself going all kind of light headed.

Suddenly, I'm sitting up on a hill looking down the valley at Johnny and Billy, galloping like mad, trails of dust, the town posse behind them, smoke rising from their guns.

Daddy! Daddy!

I open my sticky eyelids.

Sabrina was standing there in her pajamas all foggy and very sleepy looking, rubbing her eyes.

I looked at my watch, Five thirty AM!

I lifted her up tucked her into bed and we both went back to sleep.









foal with Spin

Mother's Day

Sunday, May 14th 06
 
 I'm sitting at home on the hill, tired after spending most of the night 
 helping a great big thoroughbred mare give birth to her first foal, it was scary, 
 I heard someone shouting downstairs, it's happening! It was Mary Anne and her daughter, Mary on the cell, Frantically trying to get hold of Carol, who had decided to go for a walk, after spending nights on alert! 
 
Spin on her side, her butt against the sliding door pushing it outwards making it near impossible to slide the door open, with the foals legs and head being pushed very close to the corner of the barn and likely to be crushed. I only realized how much I cursed and swore at those doors and the person who had closed them, when introduced to the closed circuit camera results, the following day.  There's me shouting abuse at the sliding door pushing like mad and with all that crazy strength I managed to slide it away from Spins butt and foals front legs and head. What an experience! The mare was up again with the foal going back inside, she was having a hard time for the foal was way over due.  I was standing there wishing that I had just pulled on the two little white hooves, but no, she was up and taken another stance while Caila and I fought off Gunner the father, who I have now renamed Goner since he was fixed after he got Spin pregnant.  Spin lay down again and this time I thought, first chance. 
 
I grabbed the two little white pads, Carol, my landlady came and took hold of its head and shoulders, we pulled gently until eventually we were looking at a complete mess! But soon after, Carol and I pulled off the messy stuff and there, was the cutest little white face on a chestnut brown body and four spindly spider like legs, twisting all over the barn, the longest legs you could imagine. 
Spin's such a lovely mom.
 
regards,
the stable hand. 
pbk

foal and Spin


Presidential Dream

We were all sort of hangn round this old irish country style fire
place, Bill, Arty and Johnny a few other musicians, Just hangn,
shootn the breeze eaten food cocktails drinkn beer good whiskey,
mature wine and Champagne.

All this beside some old stone fireplace! I was about to sit down with
the lads and have a tune when Bill turned round to his case, pulled out
a bag bellows and chanter, strapping them on with the ease of someone
who'd been handling those things for some time, he sat down on the hob
and started to play, after playing a few reels jigs waltzes and stuff
he took me and my pipes accompanied by the lads on guitars, some dude
friend of his on the old upright piano to the highest notes from the
lowest growls, a music I can only describe as wild! A mixture of trad
jazz, blues and our imagination taking full advantage of the evenings
crazy setting, swinging 'round unstrapping the pipes and hookn the
sax he began to swing like no one I'd ever seen.

On the way home pushing the peddles, something strange glittering in
the light of the moon, across the green fields I try to follow the gay
flying object, disappearing now and then from the reflection of night
light in my glazed and tired eyes. After some time trying to figure out
what this crazy pilot was up to, playing with aerobatics at these small
hours of the morn? Suddenly in sight, X-rayed through light on full
moon I could see the shape of a person enveloped in a silvery membrane,
stretching out past wide open fingers like loose feathers on the tips
of a vultures wing, spreading all the way down to his feet and beyond
like a huge silver kite and the skeletal figure of a man swooping and
gliding with graceful art as if checking out his huge domain, planet
earth. I turned to Bill and Hillary who nearly fell off a their tandem.
O my god! He shouts, It's George!

Ding Dang! Ding Dong!

My cell phone alarm goes off.

pbk.
House on the hill
Loudon
May 18th 2005


ST. PAUL MN.
Jan 2005

A memory flash from the 60's
as I was taken to a taylor to have my
leather coat sewn under the oxter,
didn't happen,
Taylor was going away next day, didn't have time.
This came to mind in the pub across the street.

BOOTS

In the days of old when I was young
a taylor I met on the way for a dram
We chatted awhile 'bout my old leather coat
pushing the gates of the saloon next door

Many years passed, since been on the street
calling into the cobbler in my two bare feet
in a brown paper bag, my grand cowboy boots
taking them from me, intending to shorten
the original measured for some lucky guy

it was then he noticed the tear on my coat
as I hung it 'longside my hat on a hook
sitting at the bar ordering the drops
talked all day long, through most of the night

Whatever happened to the cobblers next door?
This is it, he answered with a smile on his mush
yea, a fine young cobbler and not a bit shy
mended my shoes good as any guy
She passed away, yea, lord rest her

Often wondered what became of those boots
glue nails and hammer, most of da's tools
I'd ripped open the tops for to fold under
thumb flat on anvil under the hammer
they eventually got lost in the cobblers shop

maybe she;s wearing them way up in heaven
barn dancing dust rising jumping and swinging
didn't know there were cobblers women
sure hope she's happy in d'aul pavee boots


DAVE WILLIAMS

November 1999 & 2000

Never forget the smile on your face, as you unwrapped the regs in the room
I spent time admiring the shine of silver, set neat in the black of the wood
Unaware of Brian's sweating and swearing, with an audience and no piper to
play. We completely lost track of time.

Rods and reeds fit snug in daul stock, we looked and nodded the same
The look the action, the sound from each key pressed
Playing as if they'd been forever yea, they passed the most crucial test

Long days spent in the workshop, measuring scraping, sanding
and later down at the local, we'd wash down a chestfull of dust
The work sweat and time seemed distant, on the day you opened the case
For the shine of the silver the smell of the leather and I had the rest of my
pipes.

You said I should maybe play them awhile, before taking them out on the stage
Surprise! For along with a room full of people and pipers you sat through my set with a smile, happy and proud as,
Do you remember Dave?

Celebrating, You I and Tommy went on a pub-crawl, to the oldest pubs in Stamford
we played with ideas of perfection, a reed for each note on the regs
To complete my set with a yellow box chanter? The black one I have in my
case


The pipe talk came to an abrupt ending, as the barmaid came out with the
pints.

Dave, we'll miss you
paddy



Caribbean Trip April-May 03

Comin' here, way over there
Movin' round with certain fear
Washed by waves on sun lit sand
Time is of no essence

Endless views fill my eyes
Standing here with no disguise
I hear d cries of nature, living
Screaming!

Standing on d moving sand
Watching how d waves
Pull down
The feel of my feet sinking

Tropical forests, we once belonged
Protected now by unknown sounds
Inside, the moving Planet
Breaths with rhythm.

I turn round and there's the bridge
Wood and rope I sway across
Chilling calls long forgotten
Stop me

copyright Paddy Keenan 2004


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