Some More on Dublin

So... I was looking for something last night about Philip Lynott, when something occured to me: I remembered reading directions to his grave on his official website ages ago. I remember because it's in stark contrast to the way the Morrison grave is treated- Philip's mother and people welcome his fans whereas the Morrison estate would much rather all us fans just fucked off.

I also remember being surprised at reading that Philip was buried somewhere huge, because reading I'd been under the impression that he was buried in a little windswept parish cemetery, not a giant mass cemetery for the Catholics of Dublin.

I was right the first time. Every guide book and information thing that says the boy is at Glasnevin is wrong. He's buried in his parish church, not far from where his mother lives. It's yet further out from Dublin, but it's where I thought it was all along. So it's just as well I didn't drag Mama along last time- he's not there. Michael Collins is at Glasnevin and thus reason enough (with the rest of his fine fellows-in-rebellion) to visit. But Philip is in a place I always imagined he was- a little cemetery.

I know for sure because I emailed his official site about 1am last night, hardly expecting a reply. I had one by the time I went to work the next morning. Can you believe it? The guy was friendly and helpful and even said he hoped I'd enjoy my stay in Dublin. He even mentioned that there's a chance I'd see Philip's mother, as she visits nearly every day. That's more than I dare hope for, and I don't know what I'd say to her anyway, but an official site that likes fans? Is this as unprecendented as I think? I was filled with joy and kindness towards humanity this morning because of it. A site run by people who care about Philip as much as the fans do? It must also be testament to the great civility of his fans- if they were fucked-up Doorzoid style fans, I'm sure the site and Roisin Dubh Trust wouldn't be half as accommodating.

Bad news: it's even further away from the city centre. I'm really going to have to investigate to make sure I have time. Because you see, I'm going to Dublin with angiej (did I mention that yesterday, I don't think I did) and her schedule is slightly different- I have a few hours after she flies back home before I have to do the same, and I'm not sure it's enough time to get to Philip, see Philip and then get to the airport. We're not there long enough for me to justify dragging her all the way out to the burbs to see Philo when I'm sure she couldn't care less. There are, for everyone but me, much more important things to see.

But I can't not go, especially now that he's in a place like I always imagined, near his mother and I went to the trouble of asking exactly where. I need to know and I need to see him. I've been to Strawberry Fields in New York and I've been to see Jimmy. That I didn't go to see Dino when I was in LA is testament to the lack of public transportation in bloody SoCal. I have to see Philip, surely?

Oh, and I'm feeling much better. Well, my stomach is still giving me grief, but I went to work today and didn't die, so I think I'm improving.

Some More on Dublin

So... I was looking for something last night about Philip Lynott, when something occured to me: I remembered reading directions to his grave on his official website ages ago. I remember because it's in stark contrast to the way the Morrison grave is treated- Philip's mother and people welcome his fans whereas the Morrison estate would much rather all us fans just fucked off.

I also remember being surprised at reading that Philip was buried somewhere huge, because reading I'd been under the impression that he was buried in a little windswept parish cemetery, not a giant mass cemetery for the Catholics of Dublin.

I was right the first time. Every guide book and information thing that says the boy is at Glasnevin is wrong. He's buried in his parish church, not far from where his mother lives. It's yet further out from Dublin, but it's where I thought it was all along. So it's just as well I didn't drag Mama along last time- he's not there. Michael Collins is at Glasnevin and thus reason enough (with the rest of his fine fellows-in-rebellion) to visit. But Philip is in a place I always imagined he was- a little cemetery.

I know for sure because I emailed his official site about 1am last night, hardly expecting a reply. I had one by the time I went to work the next morning. Can you believe it? The guy was friendly and helpful and even said he hoped I'd enjoy my stay in Dublin. He even mentioned that there's a chance I'd see Philip's mother, as she visits nearly every day. That's more than I dare hope for, and I don't know what I'd say to her anyway, but an official site that likes fans? Is this as unprecendented as I think? I was filled with joy and kindness towards humanity this morning because of it. A site run by people who care about Philip as much as the fans do? It must also be testament to the great civility of his fans- if they were fucked-up Doorzoid style fans, I'm sure the site and Roisin Dubh Trust wouldn't be half as accommodating.

Bad news: it's even further away from the city centre. I'm really going to have to investigate to make sure I have time. Because you see, I'm going to Dublin with angiej (did I mention that yesterday, I don't think I did) and her schedule is slightly different- I have a few hours after she flies back home before I have to do the same, and I'm not sure it's enough time to get to Philip, see Philip and then get to the airport. We're not there long enough for me to justify dragging her all the way out to the burbs to see Philo when I'm sure she couldn't care less. There are, for everyone but me, much more important things to see.

But I can't not go, especially now that he's in a place like I always imagined, near his mother and I went to the trouble of asking exactly where. I need to know and I need to see him. I've been to Strawberry Fields in New York and I've been to see Jimmy. That I didn't go to see Dino when I was in LA is testament to the lack of public transportation in bloody SoCal. I have to see Philip, surely?

Oh, and I'm feeling much better. Well, my stomach is still giving me grief, but I went to work today and didn't die, so I think I'm improving.