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Tich Ennis

24th May, 2018

Jukebox

The gloss and glitter of an old jukebox,

play rhythm and blues, the music rocks.

Play something slushy, play something sweet,

the music gets you right off your feet.

Elvis, Chuck, Fats, Little Richard, Buddy, Eddie Cochran,

the music’s great, its gone, gone, gone.

The Promised Land, oh yeah, Chuck Berry,

Rock ‘n’ Roll music gets you there in a hurry.

Don’t forget Brenda Lee, Sweet Nothin’s, Fool Number One.

Play Stupid Cupid, Connie Francis, under the setting sun.

Never force anything, feel it, that’s the way.

Rock ‘n’ Roll music has a lot to say.

Tich Ennis

10th July, 2017

Bon Noel

28th November, 2016

Kevin,

Criomhthann said he loves rock ‘n’ roll, here it is on three DVD’s along with an explanatory letter to John White, to whom it needs no explanation. This is the music we danced to as teenagers, happy music as George calls it. And some of these people are still alive though not exactly kicking!

This was a mixture of black and white music, rhythm and blues and country music, a synthesis. Thesis, synthesis, antithesis, no, that’s philosophy. Kant, I think. But could he?

Teenagers? Jung and easily Freudened.

Anyway, Elvis, the shake that shook the world. He had ants in his pants. Who is or was the king of rock ‘n’ roll? There are two schools of thought. Some say Elvis, others Bill Haley. Who is or was the greatest of them all? A moot point. Whichever one you’re listening to at the moment.

An audiovisual spectacular for you and all the family to enjoy. Will you never grow up?   Johnny B. Goode by Chuck Berry was sent into outer space on, I think, a seventy eight. I hope the Martians enjoy it.

Seventy Eights were records which played at seventy eight revolutions per minute. The revolution will be televised. And it is on these DVD’s. Bring culture to the masses!

Great wisdom may be imparted from the old to the young. Or maybe not. Life is a continuum. How long is a piece of string? It depends where you cut it.

We are standing on the shoulders of giants, said Isaac Newton. He did not have rock ‘n’ roll in mind, it not having been invented yet. He was culturally deprived. Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast. Don’t take that personally.

Of course there are many more great rock ‘n’ roll and rhythm and blues peformances, but is eternity long enough? This is just a sample.

Huey Piano Smith and the Clowns (Rockin’ Pneumonia and The Boogie Woogie Flu) are notable by their absence. As Frankie Ford says on Sea Cruise (here) ‘I’ve got the boogie woogie like a knife in the back’.

Etcetera, etcetera. And so say all of us.

Just let me hear some of that rock ‘n’ roll music, any old way you choose it, got a back beat you can’t lose it. Chuck Berry. Here it is!

d

Tich Ennis

Infinity

Monday, 26th of September, 2016

 Michael,

I hesitate to write. Infinity is a large subject, and is and is not here. I am at the café with a coffee and a cigarette and no money having spent almost my last penny on a third coffee.

I thought I would write when I got home to Reality, around the corner, but why not now?

I cannot send you those discs with the talks on infinity because I cannot get my cd recorder to work, including the new one I bought last weekend. Barry, as I said, has concussion from a knee in the head he got while at ju-jitsu on Sunday. He was to come and I hoped to get him to fix things so I can make recordings. But that was not to be, so you must wait for my cd’s and music I promised you. Another must wait too, the other Michael. I have his music at home, but there it must stay until another day.

With this letter I send you several things. A photograph of Michael’s redbrick house taken by himself at my request showing its name, Sin E, That’s It or That’s That in the English language translated from Irish, the sign made in wood by Louis Clear, carpenter, who made the sign for our house, nameplate, Reality, also in wood. We live in reality.

Michael’s house has a redbrick wall around and a yellow brick road to the door, put there by himself very recently, using skilled labour. Very tasteful, very good, a credit to him and all concerned.

Also here a printout made by George from a book on Irish newspapers about the paper I worked on when young and foolish, the Southern Star, incorporating the Skibbereen Eagle. Those were the days!

Anyway, infinity. In the talks on disc this is discussed from the view of the ancient Greeks to the present day, philosophically, theologically, mathematically and cosmologically and I don’t know what else. Immortality, do we want it? This question is raised as a point for discussion and discussed for some length but not to infinity.

Mathematics, amazingly enough, proves that mathematics does not work. Some mathematicians went mad, possibly realising their work was in vain. So also did Babbage, father of computing.

Am I mad? You may well ask. I have been so diagnosed. R. D. Laing said insanity is the only sane response to living in an insane world. I disagree, sanity for me.

I apologise for not sending you infinity with this letter, this is due to circumstances beyond my control. You must wait for infinity, and music.

I will put this letter on my blog when I get home and post it to you today, circumstances permitting. I may even read it to you on the phone, who knows?

It is not often that the gift of infinity is offered, buy now while stocks last.

This is a taste of things to come.

All things come to he who waits.

With love from David.

P.S.

I will also send you the disc on the Emerald Elvis, as promised. I am not forgetting.

The world forgetting by the world forgot.

And I quote. C’est la vie. Say the old folks, which goes to show you never can tell. (Chuck Berry).

More later.

I go home.

Infinity is worth waiting for.

 

Tich Ennis

26th September, 2016

 

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