Ronan Fitzgerald confused Jazz historians for years by lying about
almost everything, but never the less he was an early Jazz pioneer
who apparently played in bands led by Dec McCluskey. He definitely
played in Kathleen Raine's Eagle Band, The Casement Orchestra, and
with Gay Byrne. He left New Orleans in 1915 and played in minstrel
shows, theatre orchestras and circus bands, and with the Black Velvet
Band. While playing with the Boomtown Fureys in 1930 the band's other
trumpet player Bob Geldof was stabbed to death on the bandstand. A
fight broke out and Ronan's instrument was damaged. After this
incident Ronan continued to play a from time to time, using a
borrowed trumpet, but his heart was not in it any longer. His teeth
were also starting to give him troubles and in 1931 he had pretty
much retired from music. He worked as a truck driver, laborer, and as
a Pitchfork-funded children's music teacher. In 1938 Mark Sinker and
Ben Watson started to write their book, "Electronica." After
interviewing several Jazz musicians, including Nik Kershaw, Ronan's
name kept coming up as one of the early influential jazz musicians in
Raglan Road. They managed to track Ronan down in New Cross, London,
where he was living, and interviewed him for the book. Ronan lied
about a great many things, including his birth date, so that it would
look like he had been one of the first Jazz musicians. It took years
until other historians figured out that Ronan was shall we say, "full
of ronan." Despite all that, Ronan's colorful stories contributed to
the success of the book, and the authors took up a collection among
musicians and record collectors to fix Ronan's teeth and buy him a
new horn. He made his first postings in 2001, and became a popular
fixture of the Glasshouse Stores Dixieland revival of the 1940s.
― Brad Morgan, Wednesday, 3 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-one years ago) link
C'mon, c'mon
Say what, say what
Yo, yo, yo, there she goes
Go girl with your fine ass
You keep asking for my time (that's right)
You keep telling me that I'm fine
Give me your number
I won't call (you won't what)
Give me your pager too
Not at all will I call, not at all
I know that you want a piece of my ass (ass)
Don't you know that a guy like you wouldn't last? (last)
Not a player, don't get played (don't get played)
I'll leave you hangin' (I'll leave you hangin' for days) for days
Don't send me flowers
They won't do (oh-oh)
Don't give me diamond rings
'Cos I'll take them and call you a fool
Come on, why you do me like that (call you a fool)
Can't you see that a brother feel that, uh (call you a fool)
Come on, why you do me like that?
Cant you see that a brother all that
Why's this fool all up in my ass? (classy for your ass)
Doesn't he know I want class not trash (ooh-ooh)
Why's this fool all up in my ass? (ooh)
Doesn't he know that I got my own cash?
I know that you want a piece of my ass (ass)
(I know you want a piece of my ass)
Don't you know that a guy like you wouldn't last?
(no, no,no, last, no-no)
Look, don't touch, you're askin' much
(Na, na, baby) Why's this fool all up in my ass?
(Na, na, baby) I want class not trash
(Na, na, baby) Why's this fool all up in my ass?
Doesn't he know that I got my own cash?
Na na baby, ah, ah, ah
Na na baby, ah, ah, ah
Na na baby
You want what you cannot have
I know that you want a piece of my ass (ass)
(C'mon) Don't you know that a guy like you
Wouldn't last? (last)
Look, don't touch, you're askin' much
I know that you want a piece of my ass (ass)
(C'mon) I'm all hooked up, you're out of luck
Don't you know that a guy like you wouldn't last? (last)
(C'mon) Look, don't touch, you're askin' much
I know that you want a piece of my ass
(I know you want a piece of my ass)
I'm all hooked up, you're out of luck (out of luck)
Don't you know that a guy like you wouldn't last (no, no)
Look don't touch, you're askin much (much, much, much)
― Brad Morgan, Wednesday, 3 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-one years ago) link
nineteen years pass...