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I didn’t come up the Liffey in a bubble
Read more: I didn’t come up the Liffey in a bubbleExcerpt from Gavin Friday – The Light and Dark, by Caroline van Oosten de Boer (Von B Press, 1991) New Year 86/The Blue Light/Guggi, Charlie, Gavin, Bono/FourPints/Lots of Talk/Three Pints and a Jack Daniels/Talking About Paint and Pain/What’s The Story?/The Pink Room/A Sky Above/Sounds of an Empty Estate/Four People Painting/No Mercy/On Canvas/Barbaric/Meticulous/Scat-Illogical/Holy Mary of O’Connell St/Warm Hearse Lizard Thoughts/Is That It?/No?/Motorcycles/A Tragedy/Crashed Cars/Tupelo Honey/Haircuts/Whiskey A GoGo/Writing Songs/Ethiopia/Six Foot Woman/Cucumber and Rosebud Sandwich/Spanish Wine/Spanish Eyes/Painting/The Hendriks Gallery New Year 88 Thus read the invite Gavin wrote for the `Four Artists – Many Wednesdays’ exhibition that took place January 1988. Gavin exhibited…
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Painting: Love at First Sight
Read more: Painting: Love at First Sight48″ x 36″ (122 x 92cms), signed 1987 painting by Gavin Friday
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Album – Each Man Kills the Thing He Loves – reviews
Read more: Album – Each Man Kills the Thing He Loves – reviewsNME – Gavin Martin (May 27th, 1989) ‘Eschewing currently fashionable national musical traits – Celtic roots revivalism and anthemic rock pride – ‘Each Man’ doesn’t sound the way a major Irish album of ’98 is. But a major album it is. The cabaret waltzes and orchestrated vignettes pursue Friday’s grand tangle of themes – the distance between good and evil, desire and betrayal, faith and salvation – with a singular vision. Bob Dylan’s ‘Death Is Not the End’ joins Wilde’s title track and a cover of Jacques Brel’s sexual nightmare ‘Next’ to give pointers to his own tunes, odes to…
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Album – Each Man Kills the Thing He Loves – Lyrics
Read more: Album – Each Man Kills the Thing He Loves – LyricsEach man kills the thing he loves Each man kills the thing he loves, by each let this be heard. Some do it with a bitter look, some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword. Some kill their love when they are young, some when they are old. Some strangle with the hands of lust, some with the hands of gold. The kindest use a knife because, the dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, some buy and other sell. Some do the deed with…