Category Archives: Wicklow

My Music Career

to Kevin, ken
Hi,

I am seriously considering using a digital music distributor, EmuBands, to distribute a cd I made, mastered by BeardFire in Dublin, me singing old Irish songs. EmuBands have a lot going for them compared to others in their field, including excellent customer relations.
Prior to mastering I sold or gave away ten or more of this cd, called Great Irish Songs, to a demographic varied in age, gender and nationality, locally, getting a favourable or very favourable response.
Here is what Rohan at BeardFire said:

All in all I think it’s sound really good, the performances are lovely, great song selection. Has the feeling of sitting around the kitchen singing the great old songs, very nice.

As a rather old fashioned person I (David) like physical cd’s but download sales are much easier and cheaper all round, for me and the public.
Apparently older, whatever that is, people do download music, not all being technophobes.
EmuBands seem to distribute to all download sites, including new ones appearing from time to time, at no extra cost to the artist.
Its a case, I suppose, of run up the flag and see if anyone salutes.
All songs on my cd (or download) are out of copyright. I can send it to you both by we-transfer so you could see what I’m talking about.
I know zero about publicity.
I suppose I will go ahead anyway irrespective of naysayers. I am aware of ISRC’s and UPC’s and Shazam, all included in EmuBand’s single price, but usually extra charges from other digital distributors.
Ignore this email if busy or so inclined, but, as people, say there’s no harm in trying.
I have not given up writing so I have more than one string to my bow. As Fritz Kreisler may or may not have said.
I won’t know if its worth doing unless I do it.
If you know the future, tell me.

David (Tich) Ennis

ken kiernan:
to me, Kevin

Go for it!

Paul,

Don’t be surprised,

Tich

Tich Ennis
21st October, 2017

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Coffee Blues

I was thinking of writing a poem called where’s my bloody coffee but I decided not to because I don’t want to be annoyed.

I got it myself and found my first coffee was paid for, I am overjoyed.

I rang a friend, he’s round the bend, no answer came, when will life end?

I notice all lines here begin with the word I, I must live and die.

At last a line beginning differently.

I prefer coffee to tea.

That’s just me.

Tich Ennis

26th August, 2017

State Of Play

The situation is in a state of flux. Everything always is, said a friend. Metamorphosing he said. I dislike saying what I am going to do because it might not happen. As Spike Milligan said, I have no plan so nothing can go wrong.

Be that as it may Shinobu has said she can lend me 500 euros towards the publication and printing of my proposed book, which exists in the ether of this computer on which I write. Politics has been described as the art of the possible.

I texted my solicitor, Gus Cullen, asking should I buy an ISBN number for it, which is not a legal requirement. Mainly this book will be sold locally, perhaps through one bookshop and two hotels of a friendly nature, but 50 or so individual people have said they will buy. They need no ISBN, those individuals, of course.

ISBN numbers cost 100 euros plus VAT for one or 250 pounds sterling plus VAT for ten. I may self-publish on Amazon, not the book I am proposing getting printed locally, but a variation of it, of a higher page count. As a POD and also digitally, if I get around to it. I like to keep my options open, but not forever.

I would not have to borrow if I was not broke. There is some kind of Arts department of the local county council which apparently give grants in some circumstances. I spoke with their representative after a poetry reading I gave at Arklow culture night and she said they would give a grant towards the cost of bringing out a book.

A visual artist I know said they are no good, they promise a grant and fail to keep their promise.   My sister, who knows that artist, said that is just him. I said the silly bitch did not have a card. My sister said if I call her that I won’t get any money. I suppose she’s right, my sister.   She sometimes is.   I am trying to avoid being annoyed with the world and all its works and pomps but am having difficulty doing that. Restraint is a virtue at which practice makes perfect.   I’m not there yet.

Maeve Binchy said she does not agree with subsidised art, neither do I. Beggars can’t be choosers. There’s no harm in trying. They can only say no, although I foresee having to jump through many bureaucratic hoops before achieving a result, positive or negative.   Bureaucracy and me are not good friends. A bureaucrat thinks rules are more important than people.

I was never too proud to be on the dole. If the county council come up with the goodies I could return it at a later date. There is always that possibility. Bob Dylan took some time deciding whether to accept the Nobel Prize money. I myself walked to the dole office on foot, not barefoot. Through the snow.

That then is the state of play. Situation normal, all fouled up. A solicitor I worked for said to a client “We will wait until the situation clarifies itself”.   Situations don’t clarify themselves, you have to clarify them.   Or in this case, me.   I must be the clarifier. With help from my friends.

Thanks, Shinobu. Also to others who would blush if I mention their names.   Humility is the greatest virtue. But you know that already.

I will work it out as I go along, crossing my bridges as I come to them. That is my plan. But what did Spike Milligan say? “I’m walking backwards to Christmas”.

And so say all of us.

Tich Ennis

10th August, 2017

Optimists

Optimists in Ireland buy an open topped car.

Rain is not far away, not very far.

Sun hats are rarely seen, rare as blue sky.

Nor sunglasses, don’t ask why.

Sun lotion is not a big seller.

If you don’t know why ask Joseph Heller.

He may never have been in Ireland, I don’t know.

Today the sun shines and the wind doth blow.

Okay, a breeze.

Leaves rustle in the trees.

Swallows fly in times like these.

I need to recharge my phone.

I rang a friend, I’m not alone.

I look upward, I see a kite, the feathered kind.

And blue sky, oh never mind.

This is one of the few days you can wear Summer clothes.

A day to remember, one of those.

Tich Ennis

12th July, 2017

Arklow Resident

I have decided to postpone my suicide until the local river is cleaned up because it is so full of sewage I can’t face entering the water.  Therefore, I will live forever, for that reason and that reason alone.  I do not own a gas mask so ending it all by that method is out of the question.  I am old but will live to be very old indeed.  I and the sewage are infinite.  Time stands still here.  So do I.  And the county council.

Tich Ennis

7th July, 2017

Am I Wrong?

Is everything alright, is this the way you want things to be?

I don’t mean this verse, the universe and you and me.

Do you see?

If you think so, I’ll go.

I could be crazy or just lazy.

I want to clear up the mess but not if you like things as they are, I confess.

I see myself as the universal dustman, clearing up rubbish, righting wrongs, singing songs.

A garbage disposal operative you might say I am.

I am the little boy with his finger in the dam.

Tich Ennis

6th July, 2017

Depend

You can’t depend on the weather in Ireland or anything else at all.

Hear politicians talking, they might as well be talking to the wall.

They make no sense at all.

Ireland is rather small.

Does it punch above its weight in anything or is it fate?

We’re not bad at talking, when will we start walking?

We wrote some books, we sang some songs, we tried to right some wrongs.

Occasionally, once or twice, we get it right.

We emigrate, take flight.

Beannacht De libh, good night.

Alright.

Another wonderful day, as Beckett said.

Cheer up, you could be dead.

Tich Ennis

30th June, 2017