ANDY HEDGECOCK and MARIA DUARTE review Late Fame, The Death of Robin Hood, Leviticus, and Gail Daughtry and the Celebrity Sex Pass
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Attila the Stockbroker Diary: March 21, 2024
A eulogy from the itinerant troubadour to the city of Belfast, local music venues, the wit of the North Stand Kollective, and the indefatigable Joe Solo
GORDON PARSONS enjoys Kant’s ‘mind-boggling’ theory of human reality: that we create the reality we experience
DAVID RABY welcomes a biography that emphasises how Fidel’s unique characteristics became hallmarks of the ongoing Cuban revolutionary process
IAN SINCLAIR recommends a readable, if partisan, account of the astonishing campaign of New York's new mayor
MATTHEW HAWKINS witnesses a contemporary ballet that represents human life as subjected to artificial intelligence
by Marwa Paikan
GREETINGS from Belfast, where I wrote today’s column. It’s so wonderful to be back!
I have a long history here, having gigged in this vibrant, welcoming city for 40 years. I started in the ’80s, during the worst of the Troubles, at Queen’s University and the legendary Errigle Inn, then the pioneering cross-denominational school Lagan College, then the late lamented Warzone Centre — where I recorded a live album, imaginatively entitled Live in Belfast, in 2004 — followed by the Rotterdam Bar and most recently at the Cathedral Quarter Arts Festival and, last Wednesday, at the Black Box as part of Imagine Belfast Festival.
It has been so good to see the city blossom in recent times as the desperate days of the past recede into the background. Also wonderful to come in on the ferry from Cairnryan in Scotland for the first time, following a long drive to Dumfries and a gig there last Tuesday.
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