1980 - Emanuel 
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1980 - Emanuel
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Boreash - Cooney's Reel.mp3 
2009-02-03 - extension: mp3 - size: 4 MB
Boreash - Cooney's Reel.mp3
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Gerry Cooney -vs- Jimmy Young 1980 | Part 1 Gerry Cooney's fight with veteran Jimmy Young in 1980 was the last of Gerry's non stop (More) Gerry Cooney's fight with veteran Jimmy Young in 1980 was the last of Gerry's non stop fight schedule that had lasted just over 3 years. It was an impressive winning streak and rise to contention. J (Less)
Eddie Cooney - English Boys Are Melancholy English Boys Are Melancholy
Is the spark of life always changing?
First you see it, then you (More) English Boys Are Melancholy
Is the spark of life always changing?
First you see it, then you don't
And it's gone
Are a million muses there?
Locked in your heart, your head
Or trapped in still air
Chorus
English boys are melancholy
Always searching for something they never find
But don't change your mind
English boys are always crying
They fall in love a hundred times a week
With the girl out of reach
We'll find a table somewhere
Have a drink and talk
'til it's time to go home
Talk of a beautiful world
Italian girls on scooters
With the wind in their hair
You take my heart as you find it
You speak the truth and open my eyes until I'm blinded
The hours slip away unaware
The moments gone, and you're no longer there
This song began life about a poet friend of mine who was going through a period of writer's block. I had the words for the second verse and nothing else. Then one boozy Saturday afternoon in Liverpool I got into a conversation that changed and finished the song for me. I was talking to Jean Pownceby and her Irish friend, whose name escapes me for the moment. Sorry. At that time I was involved in the Campaign For Real Ale and we had been on a pub crawl for some reason or other. The crawl finished in The Ship & Mitre in Dale Street, Liverpool where we began to drink one of my favourite beers, Umbel Ale, brewed by the Nethergate brewery of Suffolk, England.
Now, the melancholic properties of alcohol are well known but this beer is brewed using coriander spice which has an almost mystical psychological effect and the double whammy of the two began to take its toll. We were talking about homophobia and sexism and I began to talk about the behaviour of some people we knew mutually. The girls didn't believe what I was telling them and Jean's friend began to get irritated with me. Those who know me will readily confirm I'm inclined to a bit of wistful miserablism and it may be this very quality that was irritating Jean's friend rather than what I was actually saying. She shouted me down, told me I was a miserable git who should get a life. I hate that phrase, 'Get a life'. What does it mean? And to quote another of my songs, 'It's alway others who define your emotions while they're going through the motions'. Anyway, the conversation ended at that point and I left reasonably quickly as I began to recognise I'd had too much to drink and was getting annoyed. Not a good combination but generally I'm blessed with an inner switch that tells me to stop drinking and I did.
On the train home, I continued to mull over what had been said. I hate it when people don't believe me. I feel a sense of injustice because I never lie but it was the accusation of being miserable for telling the truth that stung the most. Then I began to think about my friend and how people had often said the same about him. This led to the thought of how my relationship with my friend was built around what we said to each other. I think there is a poetry in calling something beautiful when it is beautiful. I also think there's a quality in English men that is the essence of melancholy. Maybe it's the weather. The constant grey. Maybe it's the beauty in calling something sad when it is sad. Maybe it's the truth. Melancholy is not the same as miserable. 'English Boys Are Melancholy' became a statement of solidarity with my gender, culture and friend. Real friends are hard to find and time passing telling the truth is precious. As an added irony in writing the song I was tempted into developing the melody in the style of what I think of as an Irish ballad. Soft Celtic influences. Culturally, I am inclined to the German part of my mixed parentage but I'm just as much Irish as many who claim to be. My name is Cooney after all.
The reference to Italian girls on scooters is from an experience on a driving holiday in Italy. As if driving in Italy isn't bad enough in itself there are thousands of young people dressed in their best going out clothes nipping in and out of the gaps between all the cars. Scooters are a fashion accessory there. It's like Mod never went away. No young Italian would be seen dead on scooter without their best clothes on. I personally have never been driven by fashion nor clothes. All that stuff means very little to me but those Italian girls (and boys, I'm sure) were a beautiful sight. (Less)
Doug Cooney - Sun, Sea and Tunes.mp3 2009-03-27 - extension: mp3 - size: 34 MB
Doug Cooney - Sun, Sea and Tunes
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