The story behind the writing of a song can often be as interesting as the song itself.
Raglan Road is a good example. It was written, of course, by Patrick Kavanagh, and given the lofty themes and the subtlety of the emotions it conveys, it would be natural to assume that it was born out of some lofty literary ideal.
The truth, however, is more mundane and is based upon cabbages and turnips, as revealed by the object of Kavanagh’s love when he wrote Raglan Road.
Like music fans everywhere I was very saddened to hear of the death of Gerry Rafferty.
I had the pleasure and privilege of interviewing him way back in 1978 when I was a music journalist working in Yorkshire.
He was a charming man, totally unassuming and with none of the airs and graces that accompanied many other rock stars who hadn’t even a fraction of his talent.
If you like and want to promote Irish music then you will naturally be pleased when it wins favour with prominent people in other countries.
It’s great when the world’s top rock stars want to perform with The Chieftains, or when someone like Bob Dylan describes The Clancy Brothers as heroes. But, somehow, I don’t think many Irish musicians would want the approval of Adolf Hitler.
