Corktown Popes Preside … Over Sore, Downed Hopes Decided

Aah, The Corktown Popes … my Celtic in The D musical marvels, of The Mitten State. No one can lay a glove on them in full flask fury (Haigh Faustin D!) … these seasoned soldiers of soul assaultin’ sound … as they play out joy and despair, love and hate … Irish reelin’ and rockin’ … layin’ less bare a band’s fate in a pyre wish, wheelin’ off death, when it comes knockin’.

“Tonight It’s Joy” gives us our “put up or shut up” marchin’ orders …
“Let us play while Rome is burning .. sing & dance while kingdom’s come undone“.
After slogging off the modern (everything old is) New (again) World … “I have come to tell you .. TONIGHT IT”S JOY!”

Listen, all you techno-tombed, alleged music fans- either dig this gregarious group of multi-instrumentalists with rollickin’, rock-your-sox-off moxie to spare … or go hide in a dark corner at some rave, like a border rat, dumb soulless knave.

Goin’ short and heart-thumpin’ sweet today, as The Popes like to pound it out.
Answer this one, all you wanna be Gaelic green-at-the-gills …
“For the sake of her presence, the cherubim sing …
as to these smatters of life, that I somehow still cling …
So will you break down like … The man that you Ain’t?”

http://www.corktownpopes.com

Graham Parker and the Rumour- “Nobody Hurts You … Harder Than Yourself” – Live at The Agora in Cleveland, 1979

(“Squeezing Out Sparks” Album Review will post tonight).

Whew, this was tough from one of my original chord-cutting, song-slinging, guitar-gutting heroes of meaningful music.

Too much out there- and was gonna (Play “Passion) Is No Ordinary Word” vis a vis meaning to my pure, potent, self-pleasing passion for music. YouTube live cuts abound of all studio recording- the debunking, decrying, dilatante-destroying … exhilirating, exorcising, elevating … and singularly strong as his soul of heart-hardened steel … “Squeezing Out Sparks” album.

Save for too many crowd-focused shots & the original stage upper room view-
THIS SONG IS GP & THE RUMOUR at their mighty most-

masculine, defiant, rebellious, rocking, stye-sticking-in-your-eye … strongest. GP & grappling gang defiantly here dare us to punch their lights out … stab attack back out of our woeful weakness- to stop perennially pathetically pretending … we’re the real deal.

They’re demanding– in my head and heart … that we descend to our knees to reveal … the soul-shrinking, self-serving, self-hurting sinner … that we all know deep inside we must Confess and know we are- Confess to ourselves … Confess to God ... and most important down here on Earth- 

begging forgiveness from people we’ve sadly sinned against ... fellow human traveler(s) … against wh0 … we heartlessly hauled away their Heaven-heired, human dignity.

Now let’s be gone with us all … let’s rock it, read it … into our Hearts … and weep … until we’re sin-swearing off shells … of our Original Sin-stained selves.

Amen.