Liam Clancy, R.I.P.

The last of the Clancy Brothers troupe, Liam, went west today. He was 74.

I saw the Clancy Brothers perform with Tommy Makem in Denver once, many years ago. Guinness was available in the lobby, and before long the crowd was about half in the bag and singing along with them.

They were most raucous during “I Never Will Play the Wild Rover No More,” hollering and stomping their feet ’til the roof shook. Here’s a video of the Clancys performing it on “Rainbow Quest with Pete Seeger.” And here’s another of Liam and Tommy closing a 1977 concert in Dublin with “The Parting Glass.” Peace to you, Liam.

Blue bird

I really stuck the dismount this time. Even the East German judge gave me a 10.
I really stuck the dismount this time. Even the East German judge gave me a 10.

Hm. Been a little quiet around here lately, no? A couple shifts in the old VeloBarrel, some snow-shoveling, a bit of trying to learn my way around the new WordPress-based beta site, and a crash on the ’cross bike, and all of a sudden it’s five days later. How time does fly when you’re having fun.

For some reason yesterday I thought it would be smart to go for a short ride in the icy goo. Not so much, as it turns out, especially with a deadline looming. You wouldn’t believe how difficult it can be to dispense the wit and wisdom with only one functional hand. The other, as you can see, is sporting a splint to support its dislocated birdie finger, which I popped back into place as I was lying there in the puddle, the one masking the sheet of ice.

Road-raging motorists will get little in the way of obscene gestures from me over the next month, unless they park curbside to peek in through a living-room window and shout at me for riding an exercise bike.

Folklore for the 21st century

Forgive me if you’ve already stumbled upon this — I’m usually late to these parties — but you should drop whatever it is you’re doing and take a squint at a Twitterer who posts under the name shitmydadsays. The “author” is Justin, who says he’s 29 and lives with his 73-year-old dad.

“He is awesome,” writes Justin. “I just write down shit that he says.” And so he is. I laughed out loud, and more than once. Since I think everything sucks, you can take this as high praise.