At The Olympia

Olympia Theatre Dublin

I don’t know where I’ve been the last couple of days. Other than asleep. Ever since Friday night, when Tiernan, his mates and I went to see Mick Flannery in concert, I have been sleeping. Not Mick’s fault, of course. He was great.

Tiernan and I met up with his friend, Ian, for pints at the Bull & Castle Beerhall just up the road from the Olympia, where the concert was. There is a blog post on the Bull & Castle to come because that place was awesome in it’s own right. I can count my alcoholic beverage experiences – that’s how far between they are – but Friday was one of the occasions. What did I go with at a beerhall? A gluten free ale! How disappointed will I be upon walking into your average pub and trying to get one only to find they are not available? Very.

After consuming our beverages we moved on to questing for some food. Unfortunately, the steakhouse downstairs was closed so we settled for Malaysian dishes at Nyonya on Dame Street. This is one of my favourite little Dublin gems. I think it’s the kind of tacky, over polished mahogany table settings and fairy lights that mean it is never full. But don’t judge this book by its cover. Everything we’ve tried thus far on the menu is lovely. I had chicken rengan. Other than being slightly on the unfortunate side of too spicy, it was lovely. I was first drawn to this little place because there is a Nyonya malaysian restaurant in Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei (one of my home towns). So it was more for nostalgia’s sake that I first went in. I don’t know if it’s a chain or pure coincidence. Both are great!

Eventually it got to half past eight and it was time to go into the classic, retro facaded Olympia Theatre. I was especially excited because it was my first time being on a guest list for anything. Tiernan, Ian and I made our way up to a box – a box! – to get settled and wait for Tiernan’s other bff, Dave. By the time he got there the concert had started and we were coca-cola’d and beer’d up and ready to go. The fun of watching other people file into their boxes and watching people watching us in a box wondering if we were important was indescribable.

Mick Flannery

Mick Flannery Rachel Farndon

Mick Flannery

Olympia Theatre Dublin

Straight away, the over vigourous applause of a man on the mezzanine told me that he would be a bother the whole night. Quite an innocent heckler you could tell he was a super fan. It was just annoying the way he called out and clapped along with every – single – song.

As for Mick. He played an awesome concert with a full band including strings and brass. He’s not one for crowdal interactions, but they forced him into some story telling, which they immediately regretted. Only kidding. Clapping man asked for Boston over and over to the point where he almost ruined my favourite song. The audience was really getting into it and since the place was sold out this made for an awesome atmosphere. The encore turned into three songs and I don’t think anyone was complaining. All in all a good night.

I learned about Mick Flannery through le boyfriend and he explained to me how Mick’s first album (Evening Train) was a concept album – all the songs were part of one big story. Whenever Mick played a first album song he would tell me what it was about. One is from the perspective of four guys playing poker. Since Mick’s claim to fame is in being depressing it’s nice to be able to hold on to the creative aspect. Lest we all fall into a pit of despair and cry at random things. Like tea cosies. Of course the latest album – Red to Blue – is basically more of the same. So better hold that life ring a bit tighter.

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