Clean Cabbage in the Bucket
and Other Tales from the Irish Music Trenches
Clean Cabbage
in the Bucket
Paperback
414 pages with photos

By Frank Emerson, Seamus Kennedy, Robbie O'Connell, Harry O'Donoghue, Dennis O'Rourke

Edited by Dennis O'Rourke

ABOUT MY CO-AUTHORS

One of the more enjoyable aspects of my life as an entertainer was sharing experiences with friends-my peers in the business. Along with exchanging information about equipment, guitars, and new clubs, we regaled one another with our adventures on the road. Over a jar, we would catch up, laugh, commiserate, and sometimes lament. The idea for the book took hold. Late in that summer of 2001, I decided to give it a go. All I had to do was pick my collaborators.

I met Robbie O'Connell in the late seventies. A nephew of the Clancy Brothers, his musical pedigree was unimpeachable. I spent a good deal of time at his house, where we sat and talked about music, listened to it, and played it. He had a sunny nature, and he loved to laugh. I loved to make him laugh and sometimes play the odd trick on him. He had two children then, and I would get down on the floor with them and play. Robbie and his wife Roxanne would hover and remark how wonderful Dennis was with kids. We'd have a riotous time, and then I would say goodnight. Of course, I had the kids so wound up by then it took an hour to settle them down and get them into bed. Robbie didn't make the connection for a long time, until one night, I was set for a romp with them and the light of realization illuminated his face. He grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to the door. “Get out of here, you bastard. I'm on to you now.”

Once, we were working separate clubs in DC, and we shared a by-the-week flat in Arlington, Virginia. It wasn't in the best of areas and we were a bit nervous about break-ins. When we left, Robbie would lean through the door and shout into the empty room, loud enough for the whole building to hear, “Remember to feed the dogs, darlin'. You know how vicious they can get.” Read more about Robbie at his website.

Seamus Kennedy. He was one of the most colorful characters I have ever seen on stage. He played and sang beautifully, and his wit was quick and acerbic. Hecklers had no chance. I went to his gigs at Liam's and stood in awe at his ability to work a crowd. One night, I watched him do a ninety-minute set in front of a packed house. It was masterful. One of the bar regulars standing beside me said, “Are you watching this? He's got them in the palm of his hand.”

“I'm watching,” I replied, “and I'm taking notes.”

Read more about Seamus at his website.

Frank Emerson was the most intense guy I'd ever seen on stage. He'd close his eyes and sing in his rich baritone, and be in another world. I used to see him a lot when he partnered with Tony O'Riordan, a gas character in his own right. Over the years, performing solo, Frank developed an amazing repertoire. He was a walking jukebox, and he put stirring shows together for special occasions-the Easter Rebellion in Dublin in 1916 and notably, American holidays, like the Fourth of July and Veteran's Day. Songs, stories, and poems of the valor of the American soldier in war would fill the room, thrilling the audience, often bringing them to tears. Read more about Frank at his website.

I didn't meet Harry O'Donoghue until the late eighties, although I knew him by reputation. I saw him perform at the Kevin Barry Pub in Savannah. He was an all-around good entertainer. Like Seamus, he could stop the music, and one joke after another would roll off his tongue. His sometimes dry, sardonic take on life's irregularities was comfortably aligned with a compassion and romanticism that shone in his stage shows and original songs. He could tell a story, so I figured he could write one as well. Read more about Harry at his website.

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Dennis O'Rourke
October 2006

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