Paying for the inconvenience she gets up in the morning dissatisfied. Annoyed with herself she looks out the kitchen window at the Bullfinches feasting on the bird feeder, and wondersis life so bad? Why is this not enough for me? She pours…
We were in the kitchen having breakfast on a Saturday morning. The night before I had been out painting the town, ending up in Whites Barn dancing to Jack and the Jackpots, with the interior of my mouth coated in grease…
I’m definitely wearing one of them bloody masks the next time I get on an airplane; I don’t care how stupid I look. I mean every time I get on a plane I catch something. Going over to Ireland, I…
Friday, December 28th: Green Acres, WexfordSunday, March 10th: The Saint, Asbury Park, NJSunday, March 17th: Joe’s Pub, New York, NY I’m going around here, where am I going? Nowhere! I’m just looking for a place to stop, a place to park. It’s Christmas…
Look, after a year of hurting and sometimes blurting, I just want to say to all my friends, no matter which side you’re on, you’re my friend and I still love you, and no matter what, if you’re my friend…
I’m back from County Clare, it’s four and a quarter hours from there to here. Bernard, who was hosting the gig in the old reformed school house in Maghera, warned me that there were several Maghera’s and that everyone gets…
I Have a friend who does a sock and a shoe, and a sock and a shoe. He was very annoyed when we all laughed at the idea, and I have to admit it’s a bit odd that we all thought…
Blown away in Brighton. I grew up by the sea, it lived across the road from us on the quay, upstairs in the sitting room with that blazing fire at my back, I often peeked past the curtains at its…
Just got back from a couple of gigs in the West of Ireland. Hit Cork City, then drove south west to Ballydehob, or as I call it, Ballydequityourjob! ‘cos it seems like most people who live in this idyllic little…
Yick, yick, yick, goes the Blackbird at the top of leafless Tree. I wonder why it is leafless? Clare say’s it’s dead. “Hmm, and yet it stands, way up high above all the living leaves, wonder why we don’t’…
I was lying on the floor at the Gym, the Asser Levy, a public Gym, I like it because it’s cheap, and because normal people go there. No annoying music, and no perfect bodies preening themselves in the mirror. Was…
Photo taken at The Saint Asbury Park on Sunday March 11th 2018 (c) Kathleen Connally I haven’t got the time to write this really. I’m rushing out to have breakfast with my friend Una Johnson, who is dropping off in…
The front of my building. Manhattan in the 80’s Pierce Turner © 2018 Philip buzzed me in. Buzzers were a luxury then. Some of us had them, but they seldom worked. Most of us kept our keys in a…
January is a useless month, steeped in disease and misery. It’s a terrible month to start the year with. We should shift it and start with a different month. Maybe July? That’s a pretty good month to start the year…
Before I start-something urgent needs to be brought to your attention if you are in Ireland-On January 16th I will be at the National Concert Hall (JFR Room) what else could have to do on a Tuesday night? I want…
With Cillian Vallely and Fred Parcells at the 11th Street Bar last month in the East Village. Got the fire going, the shed is falling down, but there was half a bag of coal in there, went out there…
The National Concert Hall 2015- back to that beautiful chandelier room with the incredible Steinway Piano on January 16th, 2018-ideal Christmas present, to wipe away the January blues-for you’s. Tickets on sale now at the NCH. It’s a crazy morning…
The first time that I came across a venue that didn’t pay its artists, was Sine over on St Marks Place. Shane, the owner, was an expert at socializing, at spreading his charisma. I had enough of a following to…
The Little Greek Basil Plant. Clare takes the Greek Basil plant out of the car and apologizes to it, it’s been scrunched in the back seat behind me from Brighton to Pembroke Bay. She waters it and baby talks…
This photo taken in Cork on Thursday June 8th by Jens Uhl The first gig of this Irish Leg,…
Pierce Turner Ensemble at Legends On Sunday April 23rd 5pm-at 6 W33rd St bet 6th and 7th Avenue. “Yesterday I took the C train up to West 96th Street” Pierce Turner (c)2017 As apathy and other forms of distraction take…
THE PERMIST © Pierce Turner 2017 I remember when there was a hairdresser in my hometown of Wexford called Tony Myler, who gave gorgeous perms, he was known far and wide to be a terrific Permist. And he…
2 Commercial Quay- continued. I looked out the window at the old black Anglia, silently parked on the quay by the tracks where the Boat train runs twice daily. It was a big old black thing that we had…
Tried to find an old photo from the shop, all I could find was this one which had been superimposed on the shot for Love Can’t Always be articulate-shop was cut out! but this was taken at that time. The…
Flying back in the snow! We were flying over JFK in the snow, Dublin had been a hairy experience, sitting at the departure lounge with regular ding dongs and muffled PA announcements. “Flight mmmmm to New York is cancelled”…
My Father is the last one on the right, front row “Steven’s Preparing To Leave” Part 2 (Tom in the morning) © Pierce Turner 2017 The seagulls began…
Steven’s Preparing To Leave” (Had to cut this into 2 parts) Part 1 Why beat around the bush, when you can go right through it? Of course if you go around it, there would be less damage to it,…
I always wanted a toilet in the kitchen Six days before my gig in Glasgow last week I came to the realisation that my voice…
The Tron Theatre Glasgow Friday January 20th, 2017-The Celtic Connections Festival Communication was a major problem for me when I came to America first – especially on the phone. My friend and…
It was a cold lonely feeling, to get dropped off on a rainy Monday in January at the tall wall of Rosslare Harbour by my Sister Bernie, and her Husband Dave. It was good of them to take us there,…
This is Not the Renault 5, an Austin I think from the 50’s or 60’s? I’m not complaining or anything, maybe the amount of odd things that have happened to me concerning cars are just par for the course after…
Come to Glasgow’s Celtic Connection Festival on Jan 20th – first time I’ve played there in years. http://www.celticconnections.com/events/Pages/event.aspx?ev=d19ab5be-59e5-4789-90f7-a6a601314b39 Seamus Ennis Centre Naul, Fingle Co Dublin Sat Dec 4th last Gig this tour. Fergus’s Tractor and the Christmas Geese. It…
I confess to have slipped of late, slipped into a kind of slothery called TV. It all began in earnest about six weeks ago with a suspicious sneeze. I began to analyze its source; did a mere dust mote travel…
The mood was jubilant driving away from Coughlans of Cork on Thursday night. The gig had been sold out and extra stools had to be employed to make use of every nook and cranny, getting on stage was even a…
St Iberius Wexford Dec 3rd 2016 with the Irish Ensemble: Mick Egan in the front, behind him Paula Cox, on my other side Garvan Gallagher, and up overhead on the organ, facing us Josh Johnston. My legs were stretched out…
Camille and Pierce singing “More” Mike’s cat sleeps in the back of his car, he parks it around the back of his house somewhere down around Rathangan in Co Wexford. He was having a cup of tea on our sofa…
Christmas In Ireland “What do you fancy for dinner?” “I dunno” I was hunched over the piano warming down my voice after rehearsing with Paula Cox and Mick Egan, a bit miserable I was; nursing the latter half of a…
“It’s come to the end of the season; everyone’s brooding or teething” This is a line from You Are Leaving, a so-far unheralded track from Love Can’t Always Be Articulate. It’s a favourite of mine: of course it may be…
I’m on Temperature Control It’s Tuesday morning; late with the Monday morning milk, again! Last night we went to a fancy pizza place with our friends Paul and Niamh who were visiting from Dublin. I knew we were in trouble…
This story The Mender is intended for my book whenever it comes to be. I posted it on Facebook once and found out that a lot of my friends were equipment menders themselves. I had ended with some kind of…
Bernard possessed an encyclopedic knowledge of Opera The first time I became aware of Bernard was at the Wexford Railway station one early January when I was seeing a New York friend off, heading to America via London. It was…
(Please let me know that you are out there, make a short comment, it can get lonely otherwise. And thanks for an amazing gig at Joe’s Pub). My oldest sister Delores gave me this photo of the Wexford Fire…
Thursday morning 11:07 it’s 85 degrees and 90% humidity, not sure if we should open the windows or keep them closed. We’ve had the AC on all night in the back of the house where the bedroom is, and it’s…
Joe’s Pub Thursday July 21st at 7pm The Pierce Turner Ensemble http://publictheater.org/Tickets/Calendar/PlayDetailsCollection/Joes-Pub/2016/P/Pierce-Turner-Ensemble/ It’s Monday July 4th, it hasn’t been an easy week up till now. The previous Sunday June 26th was a wondrous day at the Sheen Theatre on Bleeker Street…
I am back in NYC getting ready for the Frank McCourt 20th Anniversary show this Sunday at the Sheen Centre in Manhattan (sold out) it’s a new Theatre on Bleeker Street. Having just spent a lot of time waiting…
The weather man on Channel 2 is a red haired fella with black horn-rimmed glasses. He’s a dapper little fella and always makes a crack pertaining to the previous news announcement from the charming presenters on the morning show. He…
Why do they keep the pepper off in a sacred place? They make such a big deal out of it. The table has a little white porcelain holder with sachets of brown sugar, white sugar, fake sugar – two different…
The flu came on Friday afternoon, my sister Bernie and her son Gareth arrived in New York on Sunday afternoon. We planned to prepare a nice Sunday roast for them as a New York welcoming. But I was a pale…
The house is creaking like an old ship; I hear a woman’s voice that I don’t recognize in the apartment up above, she is talking to a higher-pitched male voice than the usual tenant who lives there. Could it be…
Last night I had a dream. I had a dream last night that I wrote the perfect hit song. I was able to look at it objectively and decide that it had all the necessary content to be a hit….
I may be digressing, or maybe this is progression. One time I played five times a week, and had a team of roadies to set up my gear, all I had to do was get in and out of the…
The blog, the blog, jays I nearly forgot about the blog. I’ve been watching the Oscars all night, the back of my head is embedded into this cushion, it’s not comfortable, and it hasn’t been all night for some reason….
We started minding dogs through a website that offers boarding jobs for animals. At first we did it for the extra dosh, but right away we realized that it would be good for us as an animal fix too. But…
We went to our favourite restaurant in the village the other night. Our friend Chris came down from Westchester for his birthday and we went together to Pylos over on 7th Street to celebrate it. Pylos serves gourmet Greek food,…
That evening I told Clare about what happened, and she was sympathetic, seeing that I was plainly upset. She had no answer however, and was just as confused as me, and surprised. I found myself searching through our recent encounters,…
A French photographer that had been looking at me said it was magnificent and wondered could he come by the next day and photograph me in front of it. I still have the photo; I’ll rummage around for it (as…
Today New York has been hushed by a blanket of virgin snow – this beehive city is slowed to the gait of a polar bear – and we are forced to make our hyper bodies halt beneath a blanket and…
There was a sing song of Bowie’s songs in Union Square on Friday night – a young attractive crowd seemed to know every word. David Bowie is dead, and New York is reeling. Bowie’s effect on the city was similar…
1916 Down rising, and then up Rise (photo of Pier A that night) The black waves are crashing against the jetty, far off and silent. I’m reminded of my childhood when we lived on the quay opposite the New Bridge…
So my dear ones, if I say Happy New Year, will that have any effect on you really? Probably not. Why? Maybe because it will not actually affect your coming year. All I can really affect is this moment here…
Outside my window down below on First Avenue – the buses squeal to a halt, the cars whoosh past, children scream, sirens Nee-Naw on the way to Beth Israel Hospital just up the road, a lot of noise! Noise that…
I still miss Santa Christmas is here! It’s not coming … it’s here. I have felt it, but still wasn’t aware of its approach. On Thanksgiving we went to my wife Clare’s cousin in Philadelphia, and while we stood in…
Is being the best all there is? And if so, being the best at what? Being the best at winning whatever game it is that you play? Or being the best at living? If you are Novak Djokovic and you…
“So have you seen that movie yet?” “Which one?” “The one with all the terrific Irish brogues in it, Brooklyn” “No, but I’m planning to go, some of it was shot…
It was a common enough occurrence to see the artist Quentin Crisp strolling along the street in the East Village. You knew with absolute certainty that he would say hello to you, even though he didn’t know you from a…
The readout on the colourful dashboard read 110 rpm and I had the level up to 12 where it usually is. I was cycling at what seemed to be full pelt and took a moment to observe my own sincerity….
This is a crazy city, every year it just gets crazier. In the 80s it was crazy dirty, drugs everywhere, lawlessness like the wild west. I remember wincing in the back of a taxi, stopped at the light on the…
Today I decided it was time to find out more about Novak. He was standing in the sun on the corner of 14th Street and First Avenue just across from the new post office. My zip code is 10009 and unfortunately…
It’s 12:46 on Thursday morning, I am sitting on the futon by the window next to First Avenue. Outside somewhere, a saxophone is playing, wailing away endlessly to the accompaniment of a piano. It has the celebratory feel of the…
I’ve been living in the East Village now for the better part of my life. And yet I know very few people by name from this neighborhood. Still, I do … know them. Here, I have seen teenagers grow up…