Aiteall Prog 11 10may2024

🎵🎵🎵 Helo Iri, agus cef ffordd i'ch dechrau'ch atiw. Glór da fhangach yn siarad ar y neidio pobl Cymraeg. Nes i mi hoffi gwneud o. Diolch yn fawr am weithio mewn rhaglen bilingol yma ar y radio Cymraeg. 🎵🎵🎵 Pan oeddwn i'n ddod o'r Cymraeg yng Nghaerdydd a'r De Cymru, roedden nhw'n bobl ymdrech. Roedden nhw'n bobl ymdrech. 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You've heard there the voice of the singer, Seán Garvey. In a chat he had with Michael and Helen from our Lift the Latch programme here on Conamara Community Radio, that would have been around the year 2002. Seán was a Kerry man from Cathar Saibhíon. He lived for many years in Dublin, but he returned to Cathar Saibhíon some years ago. Now, two years ago this week, Seán passed away suddenly at home in Cathar Saibhíon. His sudden passing was a shock to his family and his friends, including his many friends here in Conamara. And indeed, at that time, he was in the middle of making some radio programmes with us here on Conamara Community Radio. De adóna seo chaitaí, bhí churim ceoil speciálta i ghaibhne ar Seán i Cathar Saibhíon, agus go dhúr a pribhliadh go aonne a bhfuil dóchaidh. Now, last Sunday, a special concert was held in Seán's memory in his home town of Cathar Saibhíon. And it was a great privilege for Conamara Community Radio to be there and to record the concert. The proceeds of the concert are going to the aid of the children of Gaza. So, until today, this is our programme. Unfortunately, we can't bring you all the performances. The concert lasted well over two hours. But we have, I think, most of the performers. And I'll name out the performers now, so as not to disturb your listening to the concert itself. The Mícheál Ó Leinn in Aaradhí. Mícheál Ó Leinn was the Faraday. The poet Paddy Bush, a man with very strong connections to Conamara and to Lethar Geshe, Rhinveil in particular, Paddy read three poems dedicated to Seán. Two of his own and one by Darína Ní Chinnéide. And then the great singer Tem Dineadhé from Cathar Saibhíon spoke to us and sang two of his songs. Another great singer from Cathar Saibhíon and another great friend of Seán, Albert Groark, followed. Then we had Matthew O'Cassie and Eleonora Ní Láin. The piper, Matthew O'Cassie, and Eleonora Ní Láin, the flute player, brought us a wonderful rendition of the song Seán himself used to sing, of course. And Matthew and Eleonora, well, they're getting married in June. Matthew and Eleonora are marrying in the month of June. So we wished them a long and happy life together. Now after that you'll hear Kathleen Golden from Kells Village, a little village just to the east of Cathar Saibhíon. Kathleen Golden from Kells sang a beautiful song, sung by Mary O'Hara, I suppose, mostly in the past, a song called The Spinning Wheel. Richie McCarthy and his partner, Céline, great friends of Seán, sang for us from their own repertoire. And then towards the end of the concert we go to Seán's family. Seán Óg, Garvey, his son, and his partner, Lucia, playing a few great reels for us. And at the very end of the night, Lísa Ní Chéacham, Lísa Eakin, Seán's partner, led all the performers in a beautiful singing together off The Boys of Bárnas Ráide, led by Lísa and Tim Dennehy and Padraig O'Shea, great friend of Seán's. That's the night we're going to listen to tonight. But it's a great privilege to be able to sing. And, of course, we're not going to sing the whole song, but we're going to sing a part of it, as it were, at the end of the night. And I was very much looking forward to it, and I couldn't wait to hear it. I'd like to thank Seán Óg, Garvey, and I'll be back with Seán in a week's time. Two poems I wrote around the time of Seán's death, one in English, one in Irish, and I'll read a translation of the Irish one. The first one I wrote, I started it the day after he died, is called Earth Singer, and it takes its title from the marvellous title of Seán's first CD, because that's exactly the way he always sang. When Seán sang at the top of his powers, it was always as if the earth itself were singing. It was earthy in the finest sense of that. So when I looked around at the landscape he loved, I thought of Earth Singer, and of the opening of The Boys Who Born Australia, the opening of Tomás Ruiz, Auráin Meliá or Cúinn Bhaidhínse, and these things worked themselves into the poem. Earth Singer So you won't, as I think you always knew, Make old bones The other world, its lines etched on your face As it echoed behind your songs Will now be your daily haunt But you have travelled deep into the bones Of that mountain that looks upon the sea And rode out on Cúinn Bhaidhínse To meet others whose songs are shaped by the earth And now you can make the same discoveries all over again Without distraction And know the dewy freshness of an bensín luachra Blossoming into the bonny bunch of roses Sing now, achrí With the earth's old bones your sounding board Sing Óain Dólaibh a maith Before the final journey, and I got the idea for this, it took a few days, a couple of weeks actually to write it, from the morning in Leisha's house before we went to the crematorium in Cork, Seán Óg and Óain, Nachú, Leisha, playing around the coffin before that, and I was standing at the door and looking across, it was a beautiful morning on Góin Dhar, or Cúinn Bhaidhínse, which was so important to Seán, fishing there as a boy and a young man, and later on kayaking out with Leisha, and across the light shimmering in that, you could see Valencia Lighthouse reaching up into the air, and by pure coincidence after that, there was one particular tune Leisha played by herself on the concertina that I vaguely knew, but I didn't know the title of it, and it turned out to be The Lighthouse Keeper's Waltz, and it was one of the favourite things of Seán that Leisha played, he had got it I think from Kevin Burke. I'll read the translation first, so that those of you whose Irish might be rusty will have a better chance with the original. Before the final journey, and of course they were playing Tán Cuileach ag Fógat an Lé, before the final journey, now the cock is proclaiming the day, is being rattled out by the heartbroken group around your coffin, open as yet to the morning brightness streaming through the room's wide windows, still resonant with the echoes of your wake. Over there the island lighthouse rises on the far side of Valencia harbour, a flat calm sea reflecting the sunlight, and Leisha plays on the concertina before your coffin's closed, your favourite lighthouse keeper's waltz. Right then, here's a morning lantern to illuminate the gloom on all our hearts. Rise it now, ribh an thras deannach. Tán Cuileach ag Fógat an Lé, I remember a little boy from Rome around your coffin, open as yet to the morning brightness streaming through the room's wide windows, still resonant with the echoes of your wake. Over there the island lighthouse rises on the far side of Valencia harbour, a flat calm sea reflecting the sunlight, and Leisha plays on the concertina before your coffin's closed, your favourite lighthouse keeper's waltz. Right then, here's a morning lantern to illuminate the gloom on all our hearts. Rise it now, ribh an thras deannach. Tán Cuileach ag Fógat an Lé, I remember a little boy from Rome around your coffin, open as yet to the morning brightness streaming through the room's wide windows, still resonant with the echoes of your wake. Tán Cuileach ag Fógat an Lé, I remember a little boy from Rome around your coffin, open as yet to the morning brightness streaming through the room's wide windows, still resonant with the echoes of your wake. Tán Cuileach ag Fógat an Lé, I remember a little boy from Rome around your coffin, open as yet to the morning brightness streaming through the room's wide windows, still resonant with the echoes of your wake. Tán Cuileach ag Fógat an Lé, I remember a little boy from Rome Tán Cuileach ag Fógat an Lé, I remember a little boy from Rome around your coffin, open as yet to the morning brightness streaming through the room's wide windows, still resonant with the echoes of your wake. Tán Cuileach ag Fógat an Lé, I remember a little boy from Rome Tán Cuileach ag Fógat an Lé, I remember a little boy from Rome Tán Cuileach ag Fógat an Lé, I remember a little boy from Rome Tán Cuileach ag Fógat an Lé, I remember a little boy from Rome Tán Cuileach ag Fógat an Lé, I remember a little boy from Rome Tán Cuileach ag Fógat an Lé, I remember a little boy from Rome And welcome. It's wonderful to be able to welcome him and his family. We were in the middle of the garden with music and music and music and he was listening to the song that was sung by Báilein Ar Téiríg and Únod an Zasgaid It's great to be here It's great to be here and I won't say much more to him because he was a great man It's great to see a celebration like this happening It touches all our hearts It's tremendous to see It's full of his spirit and his wisdom and his great growth for everybody Paddy mentioned it already He was a great Irish singer and a great lover of Gaeilinne It would be nice to do a song in Irish maybe and he loved this brief one, Song of Welcome because it taps into a lovely old traditional prayer but I now see it as a sontry really Án bhfáith i channa du'n lannamh chun één oíoch ar y chola and there's a welcoming thing about it to open not just our doors but our hearts as well and it's particularly appropriate because of the Palestinian situation of mothers and children and fathers all over the world which is in turmoil at the moment So I'd love you to sing the chorus, it's called Du'n du'chuil and the chorus is Du'n du'chuil a rí an tolis, du'n du'chuil a ríogadh Du'n du'chuil a thí an tonis, is du'n du'chuil a siadadh Du'n du'chuil a rí an tolis, du'n du'chuil a siadadh Du'n du'chuil a thí an tonis, is du'n du'chuil a siadadh Du'n du'chuil a rí an tolis, du'n du'chuil a ríogadh Du'n du'chuil a rí an tolis, du'n du'chuil a siadadh Du'n du'chuil a rí an tolis, du'n du'chuil a siadadh Du'n du'chuil a rí an tolis, du'n du'chuil a siadadh Du'n du'chuil a rí an tolis, du'n du'chuil a siadadh Du'n du'chuil a rí an tolis, du'n du'chuil a siadadh Du'n du'chuil a rí an tolis, du'n du'chuil a siadadh Du'r ddafad lanwf i'r la gancio Tha'r tal sy'n stioch i'r laburín Du'r ddafas a'i isan Du'n du'chuil a rí an tolis, du'n du'chuil a ríogadh Du'n du'chuil a rí an tolis, du'n du'chuil a siadadh Du'n du'chuil a rí an tolis, du'n du'chuil a ríogadh Du'n du'chuil a rí an tolis, du'n du'chuil a siadadh Diolch yn fawr iawn i'r aelodau. Rydyn ni wedi clywed adroddiadau drethol y byddai Si'n ymwneud â nhw. Rydyn ni wedi clywed adroddiadau drethol y byddai Si'n ymwneud â nhw. Rydyn ni wedi clywed adroddiadau drethol y byddai Si'n ymwneud â nhw. Rydyn ni wedi clywed adroddiadau drethol y byddai Si'n ymwneud â nhw. Rydyn ni wedi clywed adroddiadau drethol y byddai Si'n ymwneud â nhw. Rydyn ni wedi clywed adroddiadau drethol y byddai Si'n ymwneud â nhw. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Diolch yn fawr iawn. Still shining brightly, and your deep voice paused. U'mos i'r nílchaíon a'r seoam gairfaidh le diodyn a lichneidio. Id eich chnwc ysfarge, law brolwch bealtaine, dêlig ffathach ystach sy'n siŵnus, rhian bín y gotha ag masiwn ysgaml, mewn uwl nys wysle na cogor mogr yn lei, cantyrucht chorochoch ag crocha o'r gwyli caela, tost eistiechta weine yn slŵr a chog u'mos gweit, le grau dîlis ddaelne, i'r geal o'r stichion, i'r stachach, chan sywain. Oh, the bones are now released from the cold, awful still. The soul is now unshamed from the cold hands of the clang. And you wander once again on the pallid road to Kells, while waves wash loud and lonely on the face of Las Garong. Two land-familiar names ring out your praise forever, the enmity in born as Roger, Karen River, and let the little ran sink his thimble full of glee, and may your rest be peaceful between the mountain and the sea. It was here you loved to stroll all along the Firta River to see the silver salmon enmeshed in the sin, and to hear the huntsman's call or the crike among the mares, to feel the horses' hooves on the sod of rain rushing. Two land-familiar names ring out your praise forever, the enmity in born as Roger, Karen River, and let the little ran sink his thimble full of glee, and may your rest be peaceful between the mountain and the sea. The old school you spoke of has bowed its head to progress. There's the bolds in born as Roger, both to padlock on their doors, and you're leaving as a New Year dawned. It tinged my heart with sadness, but the places that you treasured I'll remember evermore. For it is September races when you'll mingle with the people in each trainload to Croke Park when you'll be there in the van. But most of all on dear O'Lean Day when young and old go travelling you'll be there with your comrades and you'll be hunting for the run. Two land-familiar names ring out your praise forever, the enmity in born as Roger, Karen River, and let the little ran sink his thimble full of glee, and may your rest be peaceful between the mountain and the sea. May your rest be peaceful between the mountain and the sea. Thank you. Yeah, I had the privilege of being Sean's friend for over 50 years. I was two years ahead of him in school and when I came home with the guitar that I got in Dublin there were no guitars in Carseville. You never had a piano in the house. I'm just amazed at all the musicians that are around these days in Carseville. But Bernie Moore, I think he used to play the squeezebox. He was very good. And Sean then had taken up the banjo and then I came home from Cork, I was walking down McCurtain Street and I saw a bookshop and I went in and it was called the You Need a Bookshop and there was a long arm banjo there and there was one string in it and it was for sale for a tenner. I think they saw me coming. But I bought it and I put strings in it and I brought it home and Sean saw it and he says, I play that. So he used to always play it. He'd be standing on the right hand side of me on the left and sometimes I'd be playing the top of his banjo and he'd be playing the top of my guitar and people thought it was massive. Oh jeez, how can they do that? Sure, we were playing the same cards. Just thinking. And Marian was right. He loved every type of music because one of the songs, we used to have 30 or 40 songs or tunes. He had, I remember the High Reel, he did it like Paris Salons, but she was right. One of the songs he did was Jenny Cash, A Boy Named Sue, you know. And he just loved that song for, I suppose, the words and the whole sentiment. But he also, and you can add Joe Garcia and Grateful Dead to the last speaker when she was saying about Tom Waits because this is one of the songs we did and we heard it on the radio. I was at a recording of a radio program and I saw this fellow coming on. It was in Pats and Michael, it was probably there. And I heard him playing and it was like magic. And so I said to Sean, we're going to listen to that program when it comes on. And we were there with our baros and this is the way we came out. I don't know, this is a long time ago. 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