To which I can only reply with Flanders and Swann (from the Song of Patriotic Prejudice):
The Irishman now our contempt is beneath / He sleeps in his boots and he lies in his teeth / He blows up policemen, or so I have heard / And blames it on Cromwell and William the Third.
What Americans have done with “Irish” as an identity/marketing/pseudoethnic set of images and products should a warning to the rest of the world, sentimentality and made up tripe about horror almost parallel to the Scots ‘tartan’ marketing in Great Britain. Just go to any ‘Irish’ pub in the States, or get a recent immigrant to tell you about their experience.
And most rock drummers I know are in fact animals..
I’m sure there are lots of intelligent comments I ought to make to some of the other posts (The Economist, open access academic publishing) – somebody even invited me to a FB group promoting the freedom of photographers – but as my brain is completely and thoroughly blitzed right now, all I can say is:
[...] or at least not to any objectionable degree, but I just wonder about the way it’s presented here, on an otherwise highly reputable blog. Will the blogger be posting a clip of sombrero-wearing [...]
Just about every Irish pub I frequent in NYC or Brooklyn are owned, run by and staffed with nothing but Paddys. The same effin Paddys who have led the way in “identity/marketing/pseudoethnic set of images and products” of all things Irish. So if you want to blame someone, blame yourself.
I’ve always known that Beaker contained huge, untapped reservoirs of emotion within him; he just needed finally get rid of that damn faker Honeydew and let his soul be known. I can’t believe I didn’t remember this bit from years ago. Bravo, Kieran. And yes, Chuchundra and Geo: the Muppet Show is up there with the very best that broadcast television has ever offered.
For a not nearly as soulful or authentic, but still reasonably adequate, bit of seasonal music appreciation, try here.
This is very funny, but it made me wonder…. Do you think this might have been the inspiration for the running bit on Saturday Night Live running with Tonto, Tarzan, and Frankenstein’s Monster singing holiday songs….?
I have to say that the Chef unmistakably evokes the spirit of Tommy Makem.
Beaker has never been so soulful. I love it!
I understand all the other tags, but is this what “Irish Politics” are like?
That is brilliant. As Kermit likes to say: it ain’t easy bein’ green.
@3: Irish politics doesn’t make quite this much sense.
To which I can only reply with Flanders and Swann (from the Song of Patriotic Prejudice):
What a sad song! I think I’m going to cry.
:)
[...] via [...]
I think it’s arguable that The Muppet Show is the best thing that’s ever been broadcast on television.
My god that is wonderful.
Back whenever we watched that the first time, did we ever imagine that the muppets’ cousins would be doing this?
There’s a muppet wiki.
Beats Wikipedia.
They should have had Eric Bogle as a guest on that one:
Plastic Paddy
What Americans have done with “Irish” as an identity/marketing/pseudoethnic set of images and products should a warning to the rest of the world, sentimentality and made up tripe about horror almost parallel to the Scots ‘tartan’ marketing in Great Britain. Just go to any ‘Irish’ pub in the States, or get a recent immigrant to tell you about their experience.
And most rock drummers I know are in fact animals..
Beaker also gives the canonical rendering of “Feelings”….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jt8Q7Fsa_Vs
I’m sure there are lots of intelligent comments I ought to make to some of the other posts (The Economist, open access academic publishing) – somebody even invited me to a FB group promoting the freedom of photographers – but as my brain is completely and thoroughly blitzed right now, all I can say is:
Mahnamahna!
The purple one sounds a lot like Shane MacGowan.
#9:I think it’s arguable that The Muppet Show is the best thing that’s ever been broadcast on television.
I think it’s inarguable.
[...] or at least not to any objectionable degree, but I just wonder about the way it’s presented here, on an otherwise highly reputable blog. Will the blogger be posting a clip of sombrero-wearing [...]
[...] tip to crooked timber, via [...]
Re: Mr. Bill’s moronic comment at #14.
Just about every Irish pub I frequent in NYC or Brooklyn are owned, run by and staffed with nothing but Paddys. The same effin Paddys who have led the way in “identity/marketing/pseudoethnic set of images and products” of all things Irish. So if you want to blame someone, blame yourself.
Chris (#2),
Beaker has never been so soulful.
I’ve always known that Beaker contained huge, untapped reservoirs of emotion within him; he just needed finally get rid of that damn faker Honeydew and let his soul be known. I can’t believe I didn’t remember this bit from years ago. Bravo, Kieran. And yes, Chuchundra and Geo: the Muppet Show is up there with the very best that broadcast television has ever offered.
For a not nearly as soulful or authentic, but still reasonably adequate, bit of seasonal music appreciation, try here.
This is very funny, but it made me wonder…. Do you think this might have been the inspiration for the running bit on Saturday Night Live running with Tonto, Tarzan, and Frankenstein’s Monster singing holiday songs….?
[...] has been making the rounds, at Crooked Timber and elsewhere, but is worth posting not just in honour of St. Patrick’s day but because [...]
21 puts it rather strongly, but I have to agree it’s a bit of a two-way street.
For example, in addition to the green beer and the Hallmark greeting card leprachauns and etc., there’s the Irish PM’s ‘traditional St Patrick’s Day visit’ to D.C.
what about the South Side Irish song?
That is what O’Niell’s pub sounded like 11:45 pm March 17