{"id":14084,"date":"2022-08-03T19:31:52","date_gmt":"2022-08-03T18:31:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/?p=14084"},"modified":"2022-08-03T19:31:52","modified_gmt":"2022-08-03T18:31:52","slug":"musician-of-the-month-john-buckley-mcquaid","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/2022\/08\/03\/musician-of-the-month-john-buckley-mcquaid\/","title":{"rendered":"Musician of the Month: John Buckley McQuaid"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>THIS IS WHERE I KEEP MY DREAMS<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I was born and raised in Dublin, in a house with a piano and a garden. At the bottom of the garden, there were two beautiful chestnut trees, one taller than the other. It was here that I went when I needed to be alone. I always observed the same ritual. I would first climb the smaller of the trees and then the taller. The taller was enormously high. I didn&#8217;t dare climb the whole way to the top because the branches didn&#8217;t look strong enough to bear my weight.<\/p>\n<p>One day, my curiosity got the better of me and I gathered my courage and climbed to where I&#8217;d never climbed before. Sneakers green with chestnut bark and young heart thudding in my elated chest, I clung to the thin, uppermost branches and looked out over the world. A neighbour&#8217;s dog danced along the top of the wall between our gardens. I could see the church where I attended Sunday Mass, the school where I lived in daily fear of not being good enough and the shop where I bought acid drops, broken biscuits and, as a teenager, illegal Black Russian cigarettes.<\/p>\n<p>Years later, my father complained about the millions of leaves that the trees shed every autumn, which took him days and days to clear away.<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"twitter-tweet\" data-width=\"500\" data-dnt=\"true\">\n<p lang=\"en\" dir=\"ltr\">Trudy Hayes reviews John Buckley McQuaid\u2019s powerful album of original songs about Ireland &#39;This is Where I Keep My Dreams&#39;, which was ignored by corporate Irish media.<a href=\"https:\/\/t.co\/fBaW4jEJJv\">https:\/\/t.co\/fBaW4jEJJv<\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/broadsheet_ie?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw\">@broadsheet_ie<\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/BowesChay?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw\">@BowesChay<\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/KevinHIpoet1967?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw\">@KevinHIpoet1967<\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/connolly16frank?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw\">@connolly16frank<\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/PD03662439?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw\">@PD03662439<\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/paddycosgrave?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw\">@paddycosgrave<\/a><\/p>\n<p>&mdash; CassandraVoices (@VoicesCassandra) <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/VoicesCassandra\/status\/1434567750039519234?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw\">September 5, 2021<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><script async src=\"https:\/\/platform.twitter.com\/widgets.js\" charset=\"utf-8\"><\/script><\/p>\n<p>If you promise not to tell anybody, I&#8217;ll let you in on a secret. There is a garden at the bottom of which, two chestnut trees stand, magnificently tall and green with leaves. There is a place at the top of the larger tree where the branches look too thin to bear the weight of a curious child; from where the eye can see a church, a school, a shop and a dog that dances along the top of a wall. A place where a child went when he needed to be alone and where one day, his curiosity got the better of his fear and he climbed to where he&#8217;d never climbed before.<\/p>\n<p>This is where I keep my dreams.<\/p>\n<p>All children are born creative. This creativity can either be encouraged or suppressed. I was not allowed to paint as a child so I learned to paint with words.<\/p>\n<p>There are basically two kinds of people in the world. Those who are up to their ears in emotional issues, and do their best to get out of them. And those who are up to their ears in emotional issues, and do their best to stay in them.<\/p>\n<p>We are all here to learn.<\/p>\n<p><strong>HUMOUR AND ART<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Humour is a wonderful way to communicate &#8211; it disarms and enables us to say many things that are otherwise unsayable or unacceptable to the listener.<\/p>\n<p><em>Isn&#8217;t life wonderful, ain&#8217;t it a thrill?<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Drinks on the table, chops on the grill<\/em><br \/>\n<em>And if you&#8217;re not able, we\u2019ll give you a pill<\/em><br \/>\n<em>If life doesn\u2019t get you, then happiness will.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>We, as a nation, have grown up in the shadow of the Confessional, where all our sins have been forgiven on a regular basis, which inspired the following lines:<\/p>\n<p><strong>CONFESSIONS OF A CATHOLIC KID<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I used to be a Catholic<br \/>\nMagnificently guilty<br \/>\nThe sex was good from Hollywood<br \/>\nTo fabulously filthy<\/p>\n<p>Forgive me Lord for I have sinned<br \/>\nI promise not to sin again<br \/>\nUnless of course I get the chance<br \/>\nI beg forgiveness in advance<\/p>\n<p>Mea culpa, mea culpa<br \/>\nMea maxima culpa<\/p>\n<p>The main lesson we learn from history is that we do not learn from history. Art is not a luxury but a necessity. The artist is the alchemist of our times, who turns the garbage of emotional issues into the gold of creation, reflecting the world&#8217;s absurdities. Crises are gifts that tell us who we are.<\/p>\n<p>Once I showed someone a place where I wrote every day. They remarked that the view was not very exciting, to which I replied: \u201cI&#8217;m not looking out, I&#8217;m looking in.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cArt should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.\u201d \u2015 Cesar A. Cruz<\/p>\n<p>Convenience is the byword and the curse of modern society.<\/p>\n<p><strong>MAKING AN IRISH ALBUM<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-14097 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/08\/COVER.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1200\" height=\"600\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Last year I released an album of original songs about Ireland, \u201cThis Is Where I Keep My Dreams\u201d\u00a0 <span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><a style=\"color: #0000ff;\" href=\"https:\/\/johnbuckleymcquaid.lnk.to\/ThisIsWhereIKeepMyDreams\">https:\/\/johnbuckleymcquaid.lnk.to\/ThisIsWhereIKeepMyDreams<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<p>The songs were written over a period of 34 years. Not wishing to be pigeon-holed as a certain kind of performer, I waited until last year to record and release the album. The title song, the text of which opens this article, references growing up in the south Dublin suburb of Stillorgan.\u00a0 The song \u201cProdigal Kiss\u201d imagines Ois\u00edn Mac Cumhaill returning to the Ireland of today and taking the Luas. What might he have made of the state of Ireland today? The chorus poses the question: How did we get from the passion and ideals of 1916 to the prevalent malaise of 2022?<\/p>\n<p><em>And you can be sure that we\u2019ll never forget<\/em><br \/>\n<em>The culture of vultures and dealers in debt<\/em><br \/>\n<em>The struggles and Troubles, the gold, white and green<\/em><br \/>\n<em>So much for our beautiful Nineteen-sixteen.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The album is compassionately critical of society \u2013 especially in \u2018Girls Who Lived In Hell\u2019, a song\u00a0 inspired by and dedicated to the girls who endured the Hell of the Magdalene Laundries and Mother and Baby Homes. The last Magdalene Laundry closed in 1996.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-14098 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/08\/GIRLS-WHO-LIVED-IN-HELL-Lyrics.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1200\" height=\"675\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Our country has been delivered into the hands of rogues and scoundrels, <span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><a style=\"color: #0000ff;\" href=\"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/history\/housing-a-banker-speaks-out\/\">Vulture Funds<\/a><\/span>, Rotating Taoiseachs and Landlord TDs, who choose to serve themselves, rather than those they are chosen by and paid to serve. Let there be a separation of Church and State. Let the Church and State pay full redress to all victims and survivors of clerical and governmental abuse. Let the churches pay property tax. Let us pass a law prohibiting TDs from being landlords and\/or property speculators. Let us build a society based on compassion, justice and accountability. Let us rise up and take back what is rightfully ours at the next election. Let us stand firm in hope.<\/p>\n<p>We have so much compassion for the downtrodden of other nations, but very little when it comes to ourselves.<\/p>\n<p><strong>HOMELESS HOTELS<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>I&#8217;ll tell you a tale of the Homeless Hotels<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Those chosen to serve, have us under their spells<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We live on the streets and we scrounge for a crust<\/em><br \/>\n<em>And curse the hyenas betraying our trust<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>They say that there isn&#8217;t, we know that there is<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We&#8217;re hungry and fearful and God help the kids<\/em><br \/>\n<em>They&#8217;re lost and they&#8217;re lonely and strung out on drugs<\/em><br \/>\n<em>They turn into monsters that nobody hugs<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Ireland, Ireland, Ireland, Ireland<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Some get cake and some get crumb<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Ireland, Ireland, Ireland, Ireland<\/em><br \/>\n<em>What on earth have we become?<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>The merciless clergy abused and denied<\/em><br \/>\n<em>For ages the blameless that they crucified<\/em><br \/>\n<em>They buried them namelessly under the sod<\/em><br \/>\n<em>And offered novenas in praise of their God<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>They&#8217;re burning down churches on faraway land<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We may not agree but we do understand<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We&#8217;re drinking and thinking and feeling the shame<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We don&#8217;t have the strength to be doing the same<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Ireland, Ireland, Ireland, Ireland<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Some get cake and some get crumb<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Ireland, Ireland, Ireland, Ireland<\/em><br \/>\n<em>What on earth have we become?<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Ireland, Ireland, Ireland, Ireland<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Trotters trotting to the trough<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Ireland, Ireland, Ireland, Ireland<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Can&#8217;t you see? We&#8217;ve had enough!<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>All lyrics by John Buckley McQuaid<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>LINKS:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>VALENTINE&#8217;S DAYS <\/strong>&#8211; An e-book in four parts, consisting of 29 songs and 29 videos. A love story, based on actual events, which takes place in Paris, Madrid, Berlin and Aarhus):<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"VALENTINE&#039;S DAYS - PRESENTATION - CITY\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/ydnt57PJIE4?list=PLMnCfqYPRTKCsjuxioDYCOBZ9_sm8LUPp\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><strong>E-books:<\/strong> <a href=\"https:\/\/books.apple.com\/us\/book\/valentines-days-part-1-paris\/id1191539417\">https:\/\/books.apple.com\/us\/book\/valentines-days-part-1-paris\/id1191539417<\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>THIS IS WHERE I KEEP MY DREAMS:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"THIS IS WHERE I KEEP MY DREAMS\" src=\"https:\/\/player.vimeo.com\/video\/467239565?dnt=1&amp;app_id=122963\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"autoplay; fullscreen; picture-in-picture; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><strong>GIRLS WHO LIVED IN HELL:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"GIRLS WHO LIVED IN HELL\" src=\"https:\/\/player.vimeo.com\/video\/467231264?dnt=1&amp;app_id=122963\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"autoplay; fullscreen; picture-in-picture; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><strong>PRODIGAL KISS:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"PRODIGAL KISS\" src=\"https:\/\/player.vimeo.com\/video\/467236532?dnt=1&amp;app_id=122963\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"autoplay; fullscreen; picture-in-picture; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><strong>HOMELESS HOTELS:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"HOMELESS HOTELS\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/jdVpGmA8Jso?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>THIS IS WHERE I KEEP MY DREAMS I was born and raised in Dublin, in a house with a piano and a garden. 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