Greetings my friends. Cunas ata sibh a chairde. Damo here, writing to youz from my Kilburn town, and a nice cup of steaming coffee beside me, smellin only lovely. We played Koko in Camden Town in London on St Patrick’s night; a legendary venue that has housed acts as diverse as Charlie Chaplin (check out a video on Youtube by a band called ‘Overhead, the Albatross’, a track called ‘Time’), the Goons, the Sex Pistols, Madonna, and the Clash etc. Bon Scott of AC/DC had his last drink there. The vibe in the place was incredible. The soul in the room could have lit up the lights of Camden. Stormer of a gig, and next year we hope to do the Roundhouse in Camden on Paddy day, that’s a big one! Me mouth is watering already!”

It’s been a long gap between Almighty Love and the new Soulsun album, four and a half years. Sorry about the wait my friends. I wasn’t twiddling me thumbs in that time though, I toured the ‘Best Of’ album around the world, moved house, bought a house, toured with the New Triangle, done the Ewan McCall tour, recorded the ‘No Force on Earth’ album and toured that, and wrote and recorded this new album.

I bought a house a couple of years ago in North Dublin (after 15 years of my elders pleading with me to do so, the old joke comes to mind,’ what do you call a musician without a girlfriend? homeless), well, the bank bought it for me, there must be a catch is there? That took up a lot of time and effort. The higher echelons in the bank basically didn’t want to give me the money, 5 years previously they’d have given me 5 times what I was asking them for. They had me jumping through hoops, was like the circus for a while, I’d some pain in me hoop by the end of it too. The banks surveyor then wanted to do unnecessary work on the house, probably for to start the extension on his third house, and wouldn’t sign off on my house, and that particular battle took months, only for the saintly patience of me soul sister Paula Gaffney (Bookkeeper and “Merch Girl”) in her dealings with them I’d have walked away. Thanks a mill Paula X.

Been sticking down tracks the last year here in the studio in Kilburn with John, Julian, Clare and Graham. It’s great to work in Johns New Aer Studio where you’re not watching the clock and all the guys live in or near London and float in and out of Johns place a lot for other projects, so we can grab them. We get no funding from anywhere to make the albums so it’s a real struggle for John and myself financially but we make it happen through our abject love for the music, and the love that people have for what we create.

John gave me some great rhythmic tracks he’d written to take me off in fresh directions, and this let me write stuff I wouldn’t have written strumming the guitar. And I wrote a couple of tracks on the piano, I’m terrified to play it live though!  First time for everything. Sony is taking the album in Ireland, and A.B.C. (Australian broadcasting company) in Australia. We’ve decided to release the album in every country with a company called Pledge. Other artists with Pledge are people like UB40, The Orb, Divine Comedy, Willie Nelson, and Pledge seems like a good option for the fans. The album can be pre-ordered from Pledge (here), delivered to their doors on the release date, which is May 26th 2017,or if people want signed vinyl copies of albums and new t-shirts, posters, tickets and meet and greets, and lyric sheets signed from the album, among other things, they’ll be available on Pledge as well. When I look at the different offers on it I kind of wish I had of been around in a time when Luke Kelly and Bob Marley and Nina Simone and Phil Lynott were around, if Pledge had of been around then and they were on it, I could have gone to a sound check or backstage at a show to say a hello and get a snap for the mantle piece! I’d have probably feinted though.

We sadly had to postpone a few shows in the U.K. at the end of this month and start of June. My deepest apologies for this my friends to everyone who bought tickets and were looking forward to it. We’ll be back to your cities in the autumn please Jah and I’ll try make it up to youz with every fiber of my being.

I need a sinus operation and Monday morning week is the only available date. So it was either that or postpone the procedure till the Autumn and struggle through every show until then with my chest only half working and my sinus’s closing up half an hour into every show, or take this window, postpone the U.K. shows, and kill the new songs at all the gigs to come, and be able to breath properly through the show (the 2nd half is where it really starts to be a struggle) and give 100 percent. I’ve had fierce trouble down the years with my sinus’s, singing doesn’t come easy, but I’d walk through the gates of hell to sing a song, that’s how important it is to me, that’s how much I love it. I’ve a condition called Allergic Rhinitis, a nightmare for a singer (its gets worse this time of year). Most folks have a mild version of it, it only affects them in Spring and harvest time, I unfortunately have it all year round, like year long hay fever that affects your sleep and daily breathing (post nasal drip is how it affects the chest). I had surgery a couple of years ago for it and that really helped but I need another procedure that I’m hoping will make it a lot better.

There’s actually a straight line across my nose that I always wondered about, turns out people with bad Allergic Rhinitis have this line from upwardly rubbing their noses again and again daily year after year. And its been compounded by, lets just say an awful lot of nose trauma down the years, what with the boxing, Kung Fu and manys the knock on the streets of north Dublin, well, me septum’s as bent as the back roads of Finglas.

When I air the new songs off Soulsun I want to really do them justice. Brand new songs are hard enough to sing when your in the whole of your health, and songs like SoulSun, Simple Faith, Sweet Gratitude, Sam Jenkins and Family are some of the hardest original songs I’ve ever had to sing, a big big range in them.

I may as well give a background into some of them, for those of you who are getting the album next week. I’m hoping some of these songs or even the whole album will become a natural high for people, they’ll get addicted to listening to it and the songs will, some or all, become friends for life, and be there for people through bad times and beautiful times. Because for the longest of times music was a healer and a form of expression and a way to lyrically attack corrupt or brutal systems and a way to document what was happening at the time where you lived. And it was also like a guardian angel that let us forget what was going on outside the door or beyond the camp fire when we got together and lost ourselves in it. It’s only very recently become about fame, looks and image and of course money, for some. There’s a time and place and mood for all kinds of music though I reckon.

Soulsun the song I suppose can be about a myriad of things, and I know It’s going to mean a lot of different things to a lot of different people. I’m a little reticent to give it a definitive meaning. A born again Christian asked me if it’s about the return of Jesus Christ, ‘absolutely’ says I, ‘now send me all your money’, ‘only messin….’ I says to him ‘it’s whatever you feel it to be my friend’. Could be depression, being cheated on, illness, loss of a loved one, unrequited love, rejection, bullying, loneliness, hope, redemption, spirituality, falling in love, the afterlife, the god molecule, DMT, a new age of enlightenment, beginning again, the shaman waking up around the world etc. It encapsulates all these things and many more.

As you know I can tend to write very matter of fact songs, this is one I’m not getting tied down on; it’s whatever works for you. Why can’t I be a little vague now and again? If anyone is feeling that the song maybe is about depression, I’ve recently discovered something that helps with it. It’s a supplement called 5HTP. It’s a natural form of serotonin, the happy drug that occurs naturally inside us all. It occurs naturally in a seed called Griffonia. You used to be able to get it in the South of Ireland but guess who banned it when he was minister for health, that greedy corrupted man who sold the republic into fiscal slavery, Brian
Cowen. I’d be very sure he was rewarded very handsomely by the pharmaceutical companies who are bribing GP’s around the world to push anti depressants onto people if they’re feeling a little low (Check out GlaxoSmithKline being sued for 3 billion dollars for bribing doctors to push anti depressants on children). I realise there are many people with serious depression who need the medication prescribed to them and it has done wonders. The 5HTP works for me, won’t work for everyone though.

Anyway let me change tack here and tell you about the song Sam Jenkins. You may be praying for the return of vague after I tell you about this. Seeing as so many British soldiers came to my land down through the many centuries of colonialism I thought I’d write a song from the perspective and narrative of one of them, a good one at that (soldier I mean, not song, I’ll let youz decide that). Sam Jenkins was a poor young Englishman from Staffordshire who like so many of his countrymen joined the army to put food in his belly. In the mid 18 hundreds Britain was the richest land on earth due to it’s many brutalised colonies and its long involvement in the slave trade (which it had finally denounced and ceased by this time thanks to William Wilberforce and other English empaths like him). So why were Britain’s ordinary people all hungry dirty and poor in the richest country on earth? So they’d be forced to join the army and defend the colonies, basically to allow the ruling classes to maintain the lavish luxurious lifestyles they’d become accustomed to.

Sam was sent to Ireland as part of a food removal regiment. These regiments were stationed all over Ireland, guarding the rivers of food that was leaving Ireland all through this terrible period. Cattle, sheep, pigs, grain, wheat, barley, peas beans, rabbits and an array of different types of food was being shipped to England, as millions of Irish starved. Ireland at this time and for many centuries was known as the garden of England. That’s why it angers me that this period in Ireland from 1845 to 1850 is referred to by everyone and in Irish history books as ‘the famine’. The word famine means extreme scarcity of food, yet in one year alone, 1847,over 4000 ships brimming with Irish food left Ireland for English ports. The same year, 400,000 Irish people died of starvation. So I’d implore people to stop using that phrase. Lets call it what it really was. Mary McAleese has referred to this period as the great starvation; I think that’s a more accurate name. Half the British Empires army was in Ireland at this time guarding the foods passage to the coast, (many Irishmen numbered among them), and the soldiers all had to be fed, this gives you an idea of the amount of food that was in the land during this time. This is what Sam Jenkins was doing in Ireland. Like many soldiers from a poor background, he felt more affinity with the poor Irish than he did with the ruling class English (who tried to brainwash the soldiers into thinking that the Irish were white apes, sub human), and he suffered because of this.

If you have the chance my friends please vote for Jeremy Corbyn in the upcoming U.K. elections, a modern day Sam (if your reading this letter I’m sure you will). This leads me onto the song Simple Faith. I feel we shouldn’t have blind faith in institutions like the state and the church and believe all were taught in school. As you can see above the version of Irish history I was taught in school about ‘the famine’ and Oliver Cromwell and Drogheda’s 2000 dead (Cromwell’s new model army killed hundreds of thousands of Irish in the Cromwellian wars) were cover-ups and lies. And not one mention in an Irish history book of the 50,000 Irish slaves sent to the West Indies or their descendants still there today in Barbados, the Red Legs.

I had to find out these truths for myself through research. The same way I found 5HTP after Brian Cowen banned it in Ireland; I try to be questioning and open. I believe we’re on the cusp of a new dawn, new age of enlightenment. People are talking about who really runs the world and owns the banks and the media. Their talking about the poison put into food and the toxins put into the water. Their growing their own food and eating whole foods, getting into spirituality and nature and mindfulness, looking back in time for learning and wisdom. They’re recycling, glass, plastic, paper, food. The things we can learn now on the internet when we sift through the garbage and do a little research is incredible.  A friend of mine Dee from my street told me the Shaman are waking up around the world. A South American Shaman told her this. I’m feeling it. I’m talking about this in the song Simple Faith. People are far more open to herbal remedies now and medicating themselves with them. Their looking at what their ancestors used to heal themselves instead of having blind faith in doctors, who often have the answers but not always.

People are far more open to using cannabis for healing than they used to be. Lots of older people I know are using it for pain relief and other sorts of conditions and ailments. This is another thing that rankles me about having simple faith in the government. Some guy in a suit tells us we can’t use the healing properties of a plant that grows out of the ground, that humans have used for thousands of years to heal all sorts of ailments. The government refuses to legalise it even with the THC taken out it. The THC gets you high but the vast majority of people across the land in pain or with a condition that cannabis can help with don’t want the THC, they want the CBD part of the plant. But the powers that be cruelly say no. Yet the same powers refuse point blank to stop dumping a toxic waste. They purchase this waste with taxpayer’s money from fertilising plants, which would have to pay to dump this fluoride if our government didn’t purchase it from them for our water supply. Saying that it’s good for our teeth (countries across the world have banned it out of their water). Maybe this was true in he 1950s when many people didn’t have toothbrushes or toothpaste or mouth wash. This same toxic waste lowers IQ in children, makes people more docile, and makes people sick. And a lot of people make a lot of money from sick people.How sick is that. That’s kind of the jist of ‘Simple Faith’ anyway.

I’ve an iPhone now my friends, I’ve nearly learned how to turn it on and off, so I hope to be posting more on Facebook, if I ever learn how to take a picture on it. And I just got handed a copy of my first ever vinyl album, mother of god, its so beautiful, tears in my eyes here X.

When we finished Almighty Love I thought ‘I don’t know how I’m going to do that again’, because it took such a massive amount of time, energy and perseverance with the creative depression and block I was going through to make Almighty Love, and I got really worried that my next album would be a disaster, that I was all out of songs, and this next one would be harder again, turns out now that it flowed a lot easier, and really lifts me when I listen to it, and hopefully it will do the same for you my friends. John and I decided we had to take a new direction and create a new sound and write about where my head was at the time of writing, what was in my heart and where my spiritual energy was at. I’m doing my own bit of yoga and meditation as my mind can take me off into places I do not wish to go, many Irish people in the 70s and 80s were brought up with a lot of negativity and shame and self loathing, a lot of trauma going down and being passed down then, but I’m trying to control my mind a bit better now, and realise when I’m thinking the wrong thoughts, thoughts that are no help or good to me or anyone, nature helps. I’m getting more and more in touch with my inner soul the older and less manic I get, I’m nurturing it with parks and lakes and beaches and hills and lots of natural foods, and trying to drink a bit less and trying more yoga and meditation and walking now, because we walked this whole globe to everywhere we ended up. I see myself now as a druid in a cabin on the edge of the village, half in the community then sneaking off into the nurturing arms of Nature. As usual with the albums some people will be annoyed because I’m not writing directly about Trump or Brexit or Enda Kenny, but I never have written topical songs really, about the latest newsflash, it’s just not me. I write historical songs that I feel have lessons and learning in them for us today, and personal songs that people can hopefully relate to and draw some hope or strength from and hopefully feel less alone.

Speaking of topical issues for a second, I noticed there was so little coverage of the fact that we shrunk the hole in the ozone layer, by ceasing our use of certain poisonous gasses. When I heard the news and saw a scientist on the TV with tears in his eyes talking about it, I thought about this magical force field that shields life on earth from the suns harmful rays. Scientific findings have shown that by changing our ways we have shrunk the hole in the ozone by more than 17 thousand square miles since 2000, that’s 18 times the size of the U.K. The improvement is down to the success of the Montreal Protocol, which banned uses of chlorofluorocarbons in aerosols. Professor Susan Solomon of MIT said  “we can now be confident that the changes we’ve made have put the planet on a path to heal, we decided collectively, as a world, lets get rid of these molecules, we go rid of them, and now we’re seeing the planet respond”. Why wasn’t this the biggest story on every TV and in every newspaper across the globe for a week? That’s when I started to realise, they don’t want to give us good news, there should have been celebrations, we actually reversed some damage by being more ethical, it was a huge realisation that we can do this, but it came and went like a spring shower, then you realise who owns the news, the likes of Rupert Murdoch and the Rothschild foundation, and all these folks who attend these buiderberg groups, they keep us in a state of fear with bad addictive news.

In the past we’ve collaborated with the great artist Maser, on the project They Are Us, to try and raise the money to buy a medical van for the Simon Community (the project raised almost 30 thousand euro), and also when he directed a video for our song ‘Bustin Outa Here’. We thought of him straight away when we were thinking about artwork for the album cover, he came up with a very beautiful concept and its looks incredible on a CD and especially on the vinyl cover, huge thanks to Maser and Jenny Fogarty. I’m finally here holding a vinyl copy of one of my albums in my shaky hands. It’s a big deal for me as I grew up with vinyl and tape recorder. In my house in the 1970s when I was an infant I remember the music coming out of the Decca record player that resembled a squat rectangular cabinet. I recall being fascinated by the sound that magically drifted from it, and asking my brothers where the music was coming from. They told me there was a little band of leprechauns inside it playing the instruments and singing, and as we used to jump around the house a lot throwing things and fighting and shouting the record player spinning the vinyl magic bore the brunt of the bumps and bangs, the records looked like they’d just met the biggest strayest crankiest tomcat down the darkest dirtiest alley in Donaghmede. The albums were very badly scratched so forever skipping, and when I asked the brothers why the leprechauns were missing words all the time the brothers said they were drunk a lot and had the hiccups.

We’re very happy to be going back with Sony Ireland. We know the team in there very well and they’re a joy to work with. You hear some horror stories about record labels but we landed on our feet with this crew, and A.B.C. (Australian Broadcasting Company) are putting Soulsun out down under, and as with Sony their a great team of people, folks you can hang out with and have the craic with, and who care about music and feel it deeply.

So it’s exciting to have a new album, new agent, and a new house to come back to after a long tour that I can light the fire in, and play music in, without people banging the walls or ceiling or floor from below in anger. My old house in Donaghmede was in the middle of a block of 8 houses, so when I played my guitar and sang the whole block were my reluctant audience, the Lord have mercy on them, the sound went right through all the attics. A little old guy, Joss, a few doors down used to always shout up the street at me as I was leaving the house with my guitar, “Damo, can you play ‘Faraway”. The first time he said it to me I was about to shout back “I don’t know that one Joss”, but then the penny dropped, little bollix ha, good one all the same. Like I says I can light the fire now when I get back to the house, it has an open fire, which I’m over the moon about. My job as a kid in the 1980s when I got home from school was to clean out the fire place and light the fire which I loved doing. Poor little Cinderfella, and my two ugly sisters Emmett and Gary, I recall on numerous occasions them same two brothers near laughing themselves sick while holding my arms and drawing a 1920’s style French curly mustache on me with a black marker and then promptly throwing me out on the street as carrion for the shoals of jeering children, their numerous sets of ferret eyes glowing with joyful glee with the thrill of the hunt, baaaaaasturds, funny ones though. The smog was so bad then from coal fires in the terraced housing estates in Dublin that if you went out at night in a white t-shirt it would be half black when you got back in, it was literally killing people. The first song I ever wrote was called smog, a nice happy song. Smokeless fuel was made mandatory but it didn’t burn as well and gas fires came in then, to light them you simply pressed a button, there was no dirty cleaning to be done, so at the tender age of 14 my friends, I was made redundant, given me cards, onto the scrapheap. I never got used to being with out the real fire, though gas was much cleaner and safer and less effort. I recall lots of blackouts in the1980’s in Dublin, power outs, so the only light in the room would be the open fire, and you’d hear a few stories then, with natural silences spliced in between them to great effect, imaginations off piste, some of my best memories, slices of heaven. I love a fire out in the open as well and I’m going to build a little fire pit in my back garden.

It’s a struggle to pay the mortgage and bills on an unstable wage, but It’s always a feast or famine for the working musician, and so many extremely talented writers and musicians I’ve known down the years had had to push their art away or onto the back burner, and get a nine to five steady job for some, or to provide for their families or just so they wouldn’t end up homeless. The scandalous cost and increases of rent around Ireland are making the land unlivable again for many, that’s why I supported the Home Sweet Home campaign, one of the aims is to get the government to stop, and to control this horrendous landlord greed, which is difficult as an awful lot of the government are landlords themselves. It’s been a long old road of renting. You could hear a mouse fart in the attic in many of the places I’ve lived in, not really ideal for a lad who can’t finger pick the guitar and who had a singing voice like a foghorn. Kensal Rise in London, The Coombe and Francis Street in Dublin, the Parramata road in Sydney, Clongriffin in North Dublin. And all the couches and spare beds I stopped a while on and in down the years, the Seanchai Chris Byrne and Carmels house on East 3rd street Brooklyn, Ala McKenna’s Flat in Woodside Queens, Mal and Sonya William’s flat on 1st avenue Manhattan, Fran and Irene Dalys house in Marrickville Sydney, Eoin Coughlans house in Bishopstown Cork, and of course John and Fi Reynolds house in Kilburn North London. Huge thanks and Gra to all above for your generosity of spirit X. I had to leave Ala’s place in Queens when I started to unknowingly throw the sheet off myself in the nighttime with the heat, the air conditioning was broke and it was the sweltering New York summer. For anyone who’s yet to try couch surfing, in the nude, in Queens, here’s a tip, it’s not the greatest way to ingratiate yourself to 3 Irish emigrants in New York, who already look on you as a parasite of kinds, albeit a singing one. Poor Ala and his housemates had to get up at crazy o’clock for work and I’m sure the sight of an extra large virgin white butt naked sweating Irish man face down on their couch wouldn’t have been the idyllic first sight of the day at that ungodly hour. I’m sure they’d have liked to have parked their bikes on me. Oh dear, how to bin friends and traumatize people, but I still maintain that their day could only improve after this, but did I get any thanks? Apologies Ala, that’s a sight that would give you sore eyes at 6am on a sweltering Monday morning in July in Queens. I do picture you sometimes on a shrink’s sofa in Manhattan, telling her of your recurring nightmare of the big white Irish arse.

In Mal and Sonyas place on 1st Ave I took a break from writing one day, the two guys were at work, for anyone who’s seen that old documentary on Youtube called ‘Its all good, the story of Damien Dempsey’, it was the flat that I sing the very first version of ‘Apple Of My Eye’ in. I went into the kitchen, and while waiting on the coffee to brew sitting at the small kitchen table I happened to look out the back window of the apartment, out there was just a typical square backyard of typical New York apartments, nothing but concrete and hundreds of the same rectangular windows going off up towards the heavens, I happened to look down on the tiny back yards and storage areas at the bottom of the buildings, a couple of floors down, out the back of a fast food southern fried chicken joint that faces onto 1st Avenue, sitting there beside a garbage can, up on its hind legs and bum like a Meer cat, was the biggest rat I could ever imagine. It was sitting there as if on a chair, as cool as they come, staring at the back door of this chicken joint like it had just knocked on it, big thick hairless tail givin me the willies. I recoiled a bit and shuddered with the size of this Jurassic park rodent, then, out of the blue, the radiation rat turned its head slowly, and not a word of a lie, turned its head around and looked straight up at me in the window where I was sittin…. sweet sufferin lamb of devine jaysus, I nearly had kittens, I jumped up and hid behind the wall! I can be fierce squeamish at times much to peoples amusement, but I swayer to god it was like something out of a movie, when I got up the courage to look back down, the rat was gone, but that was worse AGAIN! All them mind polluting horror movies down the years had my mind on overdrive, ‘he’s here isn’t he, inside the flat, he’s come up the toilet, he’s behind me’, I didn’t use the toilet till Mal had used it that night, what a manbag my friends.

Had the honor last June of going to Frongoch in North Wales. My mucker the singer Ian Prowse from Liverpool invited me over. Frongoch was an internment camp where the prisoners from the 1916 Rising in Ireland were sent, 1800 of them, my great uncle being one. We headed down at first light with a coach of lovely Liverpool Irish cousins who organized a commemoration there for the Liverpudlians who fought and took part and aided the 1916 Rising. Frongoch was where the Irish War of Independence was born and planned and where many of the Irish prisoners where inspired by the Welsh people, they came across to learn their own language, as the Welsh all spoke theirs fluently. Me pal John Connors the great actor and writer came over with me as his great uncle was interned there as well, and we were very moved by the welcome from the Welsh people in Frongoch and their memory and respect for the Irish who were imprisoned there and their passion for their land and language and history, and their dream of a free North Wales. The day we were leaving for Dublin Ian brought us to the after’s of a Liverpool wedding in an Irish bar in the city, Ian had to sing a few songs and it turned into a session, he had the place rocking with his great original songs like “I Did it For Love” off his stunning album “Who Loves You Baby”. And then Ian and John both sang songs I had penned and the songs stood up in the session, thank god, probably because they were sang with conviction and love. Ian sang of Francis O’Connor and the San Patricio’s, and John sang of his Great Grandfather, the valiant Irish hero Paddy ward. The warmth in the bar from the people, mother of god, it felt like we were in the west of Ireland in the middle of a city across the sea. John and myself felt the strength and pain of the people who had to leave Ireland.  The community and love and fun and hospitality they carried with them, and passed on and on through the generations, when we hold close to us the best qualities of our ancestors, then wherever we travel to and settle in the world, we’ll always make strangers feel like they’ve come in from a stormy night, and are beside a warm fire with friends.

I had the great pleasure of bringing the great Koori aboriginal singer Archie Roach from Australia to Ballymun in North Dublin in September last year. My parents and two brothers once lived in the flats there (before they went posh and got a house with a garden, I’m the only posh member of the family) and I’ve many great friends from the area and one of my favorite gigs anywhere in the world is there in the Axis theatre, so I knew this would be the right place for Archie to play. Archie was one of the stolen generation, Aboriginal children taken off their parents and raised ‘white’, taught European custom and religion and language and made forget and abandon their own languages and culture and songs and dancing and the dream time which is their sublime religion, Archie was snatched from his parents and given to a Christian mission, ended up homeless and alcoholic but he happened to find a guitar along the way before the trauma killed him and started to write songs and sing. By chance the gig was only a month after the 50th anniversary of the Wave Hill walk off, the start of the aboriginal land rights movement in Australia in 1966. The Radio 2 DJ in the U.K. Mark Radcliffe played my song ‘Wave Hill Walk Off’, off our last album ‘No Force on Earth’ a few weeks ago and gave a great explanation on what it was about. The gig was extremely special, spiritual, emotional, many people crying, seeing spirits above Archie when he sang his beautiful healing soul music, even agnostic and atheist people were surprised, said they saw things. I have personally seen a spirit when Archie sang once, I believe his voice can be a conduit to the spirit world, and people shouldn’t be so surprised or disbelieving of this I feel. Not everyone sees or feels these things, it usually runs in families, gets passed down through certain members of the family. So if you don’t ever see or feel it, I wouldn’t write off those who claim to have too quickly. Some tell lies for financial gain or control over people, but many others who see and feel it have no reason to lie. If I didn’t at times see, and feel these things, trust me, I would never ever say I did. In the old days everyone had their niche (everyone these days is better at something than most others, it’s just finding it), something they were better than most others, that was of use to the tribe, the hunter, the clothes maker, the cook, the bread maker, the weaver, the warrior, the bard, the judge, the teacher, the poet, the druid, the jewellery maker etc. Check out Archie’s song Munjana to get an understanding of where he’s coming from, it’s like watching a movie, and gives an insight into what happened to so many children like Archie. I sang a verse of Munjana with him in the Axis (a moment I’ll treasure) and the whole place was in tears including all of us on stage. His music helps to heal people, and that’s what I’m trying to do as well with music.

Anyway, sorry for the rant. For any of yiz who stayed awake to read this far, might see some of yiz somewhere along the road in Ireland this year, the U.K in autumn or Australia and North America, oh and the Iveagh Gardens in July. I’m living for it, cant wait for the explosions of light life and song.

Oh and if anyone reading this in Dublin is looking for a good mechanic, my big bro Emmett has a garage in Crosby’s yard in East wall in Dublin 3,Dempsey Automotives 0872771507,for every call he gets from this letter he’s gonna buy me a Guinness, (American Accent) Call Now!

Huge thanks and gra to Stephen McAllister and Andrea Hussey for their help with the making of the album, they have two amazing restaurants in Dublin City. I’d highly recommend, The Pigs Ear on Nassau Street, and Mr Fox on Parnell square. Legends X.

And a big shout out to the pizza companies of Ireland who have campaigned tirelessly for the legalisation of cannabis in Ireland, munch on you crazy diamonds…..

Damo X