Showing posts with label Mick Flannery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mick Flannery. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Full interview with Mick Flannery

Full interview with Mick Flannery, who played in Dolan's last Friday. For thoughts on the live gig, see further below..

MUCH has been written about Mick Flannery’s reticence, the almost shy nature that he has, which sits in direct contrast to the emotionally frank and descriptive songs that he sings.

Contrasts abound with this young singer, his frank lyricism at seeming odds with his stonemasonry background. Flanney is himself hewn from something solid, his gravelly growl capable of soaring to great heights - his music diverse and encompassing, possibly reminiscent of a young Tom Waits.

We say possibly because it is almost impossible to pigeon hole the Cork musician, whose second album White Lies has been chosen as one of the ten best Irish records of last year, nominated for the Choice Music Prize. He is also nominated for a Meteor Award, but you get the feeling that he is probably less concerned with that honour.

But Flannery doesn’t seem overly concerned by anything, interestingly so for a man signed to a three album deal with EMI, who has (we think) massive potential, which is only beginning to be filled with this album.

Is this reticence a sort of act or front? Not world weariness, but just a refusal to deal in any of the music industry’s bullshit, a buffer against bluffers, if you will.

Although he released well-received debut album Evening Train in 2005, it was with the September 2008 release of White Lies that people began to sit up and take notice, and the last few months have been a whirlwind, as Flannery recognises.

“Yeah it has been interesting anyway - hectic. I didn't expect anything, I didn't really think about it - I just kind of drifted along, I suppose I'm still drifting along, which is probably a bad idea, but we'll see how it goes.

I suppose there are a couple of more people coming to the gigs, it could be word of mouth - maybe it is the record company, I don’t know. It would be easy to be overawed by the whole thing, so I try not to think about it too much.”

Behind the wall Flannery has constructed around himself lurks the easy humour of a joker, self-deprecating to a fault, but engaging. It is clear he wasn’t used to talking about himself when he got into this game.

“Yeah, I'm starting to get used to it now and I don't know if I like that either. This is grand now because you didn't start the conversation with (adopts tone) 'Mick Flannery - your rise has been described as meteoric, how does that make you feel?’” he laughs.
“I'd be very quiet most of the time. I suppose it is easier for the two of us if I talk. I can't say I look forward to interviews, but I don't mind them. It's a strange thing, I don't know you like, and it's a one way conversation, I'm not asking you questions. I wouldn't know where to start, we'd have to be sitting over a few pints."
Laughter punctuates this little speech, and talk moves to the album, which was recorded after he signed with EMI. “The record company lads wanted me to use a producer. I had never looked into producers before, what they did or what their role was - they said it gets things moved along, it's good to have an extra pair of ears around. It turned out anyway that I didn't know who to pick - the only person I would pick was Rick Rubin, and they weren't getting me him,” laughs Mick.

“Anyway, they got me this lad and it didn't really work out - to my mind anyway, he was more pop-orientated. We didn't really see eye to eye. It was uncomfortable and a big contrast to the previous time we recorded, because that was with a family friend in Cork.

Dublin was totally different. It felt like we were in a cave, starting at four in the evening and working till four at night - and there was often problems and tensions. That didn't work out that well so we had to go and re-record a couple of things with a different guy. I ended up getting a producer credit. I had been fighting my corner with this other guy all the time, so it ended up with me trying to call all the shots anyway, because I wasn't a huge fan.”

Although he says the end result was “close” to what he wanted, he says he can’t listen to it, laughing at his own seeming pretensions.

“I can hear the uncomfortableness in my own voice listening back to it, I can just imagine the scene as it was when we were doing it, me in front of the microphone, blood boiling and ready to punch someone. So I didn't listen to it much and I haven't in a while because we have been playing it so much.”

The contrast between recording his first record, which failed to make a huge impact, and the travails of recording his second are apparent. But is clear that that was necessary to produce this astonishingly diverse and personal record - even if this hasn’t yet dawned on Flannery.

He laughs when I suggest that he is only pretending to be grumpy - “Ah, when it suits me” - and I question him about the indifference he expresses, and if he set out to impress people in the beginning.
“Well, I would have set out to impress people alright - you're not going to want to leave people disappointed. But, it wasn't for adulation or for my own ego or anything like that, I just enjoy it.”

Monday, February 23, 2009

Five things I did in the last five days..

A fairly eventful last couple of days, here's the top five, in sort of reverse order;

5 Took a trip to the Kodak Theatre:

Yup. Took the hit, arranged a day off work and watched the Oscars live, 'till the wee early hours of this morning, five o'clock to be exact. The first time I've watched them live in a few years, glad I did too, must say.
Delighted for Slumdog, Danny Boyle was a very earnest and deserving winner, as was Sean Penn, who took the opportunity to admonish the many watching who had voted against the gay marriage bill, no doubt there was a few shifting uncomfortably in their sits. Felt for Mickey Rourke though, thought he deserved it every bit as much as Penn.
The highlight? Philippe Petit - star of Man On Wire - balancing the Oscar for best documentary on his chin.
The lowlight? The director flashing to Brad and Angelina when Jen Aniston was presenting, the flicker of annoyance on Jolie's face said it all.
Hugh Jackman did a good job, though he was relegated to the sidelines for a lot of the show.

4 Had a hangover:

See posts 3,2 and 1, below

3 Took a trip to old Ireland:

Ok not that old, but ventured out to Dirty Nelly's in Bunratty on Saturday evening, the first time I have spent any great time in the notorious tourist trap. Surprisingly good fun, watched the Munster match, eat, drank and enjoyed the music on offer. Sore head for my troubles afterward of course.

2 Took a trip to see a grizzled roar:

Went to Mick Flannery on Friday night. Had many an argument after.
Clearly the Corkman is going to divide as many as he inspires, owing to the nature of his personality and performance.
Incredibly introspective - "this is going to be mostly miserable" - and performing a clutch of songs that should send the audience running for the door, and it did, in some foolish cases.
This is a show that just should not work in any way, shape or form.
Yet it does.
At times stunning, mostly riveting and almost always stirring, Flannery sits, head down at the piano, growling out his tunes - not in the depressive vein of a bog standard Irish singer-songwriter (go on, you can think of a few), but in the gruff tones of a man who appears at least twice the mere 25 years of age he apparently is.
As the show progresses, Flannery picks up the pace slightly, allowing his very fine band to stretch their legs slightly; Near Or Far, California, Goodbye and Wait Here the undisputed highlights.
Afterward I catch Flannery for a quick chat.
"You caught me on a talkative day," he says of the day we conducted our interview, and then stares at his feet for a couple of minutes, before he is surrounded by young girls, eager for a photograph - and each time, though obviously uncomfortable - he obliges, cigarette dangling from his mouth.
It might all be an act, and it shouldn't work. But it does. Superbly.

1 The "God particle":

Went to see the Gentlemen's Tea Drinking Society in the Belltable on Thursday night.
A weird, Faustian blend of Stephen Hawking, Martin McDonagh and Quentin Tarantino - and some other elements I haven't decided on yet.
Ransom Productions were behind this stage show - featuring a specially commissioned David Holmes soundtrack, well, at least one track - which deals with life, the universe and everything. Specifically, the society are a group of old Cambridge friends who meet once a year to get drunk and discuss physics - and to rant and rave at each other, driven by central character Brian, a demented physicist who believes he has found a way to trap and control the "God particle", using a Hadron collidor that the British government have secretly constructed in the subway tunnels under London.
This was a mad, crazy, funny, violent, coarse and thought-provoking piece, powered by the strong performances of the actors, and the innovative set design. For more, see here.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Mick Flannery in conversation with the Limerick Leader


Cracking chat with Cork musician and Choice nominated artist Mick Flannery last week, one of the most entertaining I've had in a long time. He gave some very honest answers to every question I asked him.
See below for an entertaining (I think so anyway) slice of our conversation. See Leader 2 this weekend for the full interview.


(From about five minutes into the conversation)

(Me) What do you think about talking about yourself - you weren't used to it at the start?

(Mick) Yeah, I'm starting to get used to it now and I don't know if I like that either. This is grand now because you didn't start the conversation with (adopts tone) 'Mick Flannery - your rise has been described as metoric, how does that make you feel?"

(Me) I'm buttering you up though! (he laughs)

I don't fucking talk, like. You've got me on a day when I'm not hungover as well. I'd be very quiet most of the time. I suppose it is easier for the two of us if I talk. (we both laugh)

(Me) Do you like doing this type of thing (phoners)?

I can't say I look forward to them, but I don't mind them. It's a strange thing, I don't know you like, and it's a one way conversation, I'm not asking you questions. I wouldn't know where to start, we'd have to be sitting over a few pints.
(Fast forward a few minutes)

(Me) Tell us a bit about making/recording the album (White Lies)?

The record company lads wanted me to use a producer. I had never looked into producers before, what they did or what their role was - they said it gets things moved along, gets things done quicker, it's good to have an extra pair of ears around. It turned out anyway that I didn't know who to pick - the only person I would pick was Rick Rubin, and they weren't getting me him. (laughs)

Anyway, they got me this lad and it didn't really work out - to my mind anyway, he was more pop oriented. We didn't really see eye to eye. It was uncomfortable and a big contrast to the previous time we recorded, because it was a family friend in Cork, who I used to go out to on weekends and eat dinner with his family. Up in Dublin was totally different. It felt like we were in a cave, starting at four in the evening and working till four at night - and there was often problems and tensions.

So eventually I said there's something going on here. That didn't work out that well so we had to go and re-record a couple of things with a different guy. I ended up getting a producer credit.

(Me - I see that, it says Mick Flannery on the album sleeve)

I didn't get on with that c*** at all. (laughs)

I had been fighting my corner with this other guy all the time, so it ended up with me trying to call all the shots anyway, because I wasn't a huge fan. Don't print too much of this bad shit!
Mick Flannery plays in Dolan's Warehouse this Friday night, February 21.