I am taking
shelter at the Leanback Hostel in Budapest. David Rynhart is changing his
strings and the clerk is listening to heavy metal. My attempts at napping have
been thwarted by a humourless breeze that keeps slamming a door just as I am
about to leap over the precipice into much needed sleep. This morning we Walked
past the big stone Lions across the Danube from Pest to Buda. David remarked
that the river i8s so wide that he might not be able to swim it. He declined my
5 euro bet that he could. We wandered up the hill speaking fluent Pungarian and
wondering why, in real life, there is
always a guy with a kango hammer in every almost perfect scene. Neil McArthy is
arouf here somewhere. Tonight we return
to Tree Hugger Dans , in behind the Opera House for what should be a great gig.
Our new American friend Marissa is filming the performance, so who knows, we may
get to share it with you later.
Oh, also I think
we found the best bar on the planet.
The Prague
Fringe Festival was fun but a little less manic and less brilliant than other
years. WE were sorry that our shows clashed with our friends The Paper Birds.
Stephen Murray and David had a great new piece Covent of the Scarecrow and people
seemed to enjoy my new one, Jesus is Coming and I cant pay the Rent (forgive
the punctuation , this keyboard is tricky).
We got a
fairly positive review from Prague TV
Here it is
Returning for a third Prague Fringe Festival, this Irish
quartet of singers/musicians (David Rynhart & Niall Connolly) and poets
(Stephen Murray and Neil McCarthy) provide a terrific, low-key and supremely
enjoyable combination of music, song and spoken word poetry. The vibe is all
friendship and warmth; when singing and talking about love, broken hearts,
freaky mushroom trips and marathons that is much appreicated. Considering the
venue, this experience of the excellent music and poetry is more like being invited
to an underground private party where the entertainment is provided by the
town’s best kept and most unassuming secret. After the craziness of life in
Prague or running around trying to catch all the Fringe shows possible – grab a
pint or two and settle down with the lads from Cork and let their sweet sounds
and beguiling personalities transport you along with the Mermaids in the
Liffey.
Yesterday, somebody stole my shoes and I paid my first ever
bribe, more soon...