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Roddy Doyle and The Quiet Man

Marie-Louise Muir | 18:02 UK time, Wednesday, 31 March 2010

Roddy Doyle was in Belfast earlier today. UpÌýon the train from Dublin forÌýthe day to promote his new book.

That's me and him and the new book "The Dead Republic" in our studio this afternoon, before he legged it to get the train back to Dublin. It's 340pm on the clock behind Roddy. The train is due to leaveÌýCentral Station at 410 and he wants on it.

100_3558.JPGHe told me so as we stood outside the studio at 315 waiting for the religion department to finish recording Easter programmes. Someone says it'sÌýa bit like waiting outside the Head Master's office. Doyle the former teacher laughed. As two ministers file past us having recorded their Easter messages I wonder what kind of teacher he was?

He gave up teaching seventeen years ago he tells me later as we're getting our photo taken. He taught Geography and English. Sometimes more Geography than he wished too, when someone was off on maternity leave. He said he used to pray for infertility at the beginning of each term so he could get a chance to teach English!

I hope he made that train!

Willie Doherty's Ghost Story

Marie-Louise Muir | 13:53 UK time, Friday, 26 March 2010

's "Ghost Story" has finally come home. It's one of the Ulster Museum's latest purchases and a prominent part of their new exhibition of art " which opens today.Ìý
The Sean Scully's are away, the walls have been repainted and works that haven't seen the light of day since the museum closed four years ago for refurbishment are now back up.Ìý

I head straight to "Ghost Story". It dates from 2007 and formed the main part of his Venice Biennale exhibition when he represented Northern Ireland that same year.
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To get to "Ghost Story", part of the first main gallery has been boxed off, and as with so many of his works, its boxed off to maximum claustrophobic effect.

A dark space reveals the screen, images of a bleak, rural landscape, the picture here is just one of those stark images shot by withÌýa narrationÌýby Ìýthat is deliberatelyÌýflat and lacking in emotion.ÌýIt makes for compelling, if uneasy, viewing.
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There's another Willie Doherty work I'm very curious to see. "Closure" from 2005. I did the voiceover for it but have still to see it. I've seen the stills. A lone female, pacing a perimeter fence. Again, trademark Doherty. Who is she? Why is she here? What has she witnessed?Ìý
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ÌýWe met in the ´óÏó´«Ã½ after Arts Extra. IÌýhadÌýthe script,Ìý16 words in all.
'My purpose is clear./ My endurance is constantÌý
The crack is splitting./ The glass is shattered'
It shouldn't take longer than an hour Willie says. An hour? It's only 16 words, I'll be done in 10, I thought. After all I was able to do the voiceover for all the floors in the Altnagelvin Hospital lift in 45 minutes! Maybe that's how Willie "discovered" me, him being a Derry man, somewhere between the ground floor and coronary care.Ìý
I had never worked with Willie before and he was tough. Usually when you speak, your voice has some level of colour in it. Willie wanted it stripped back. Every word was scrutinised for tone, timbre, depth, emotion. He knew how he wanted me to say his words. How he wanted to place them against the moving images.Ìý
But what I want to know is if I was there for an hour for 16 words, how long was Stephen Rea there for "Ghost Story"?Ìý
I'm talking to Willie Doherty on Monday 29th March on Arts Extra. And the duration of myself and Stephen's voiceovers may form the basis of my first question!

Postscript: When I met Willie for an interview for Arts Extra he pointed out that my part in his work was actually more involved than I remembered. In fact the whole piece was eleven minutes long and contained considerably more script.

The Unthanks support rocks...in a folk kind of way!

Marie-Louise Muir | 12:19 UK time, Friday, 26 March 2010

They're called . They were supporting last night in the Black Box.

It's the first time I've seen the star of the show introduce the support but Rachel Unthank bounded onto the stage and basically told us how great the music we were about to hear was.Ìý

On a recent tour she said " we stood in the wings every night listening to them". So what happens when the support act gives the main act a run for its money?Ìý

While The Unthanks were great, Becky and Rachel's voices perfectly balancing the other, Adrian, Rachel's husband promoted from lighting to onstage piano, and the cellist praised for making it to the stage after eating a dodgy scallop in the Isle of White the day before, the Newcastle duo Kearney and Farrell were stunning.Ìý
They took to the stage at 830, apologised for being late "we were eating noodles" and started.
unthank.jpg.jpgThe music was gorgeous, a mix of English Ìýtraditional folk songs and original songs by Kearney, including one about a man he once met called Benjamin Brown which "doesn't have much content...I just liked his name", and the wonderful "Lullaby" dedicated to an ex girlfriend who had had too much Buckfast. He changed it to rose wine when he wrote the song cos he thought it sounded more sophisticated!Ìý
They were selling a 6 track cd "The North Farm Sessions" afterwards. I'm listening to it now. It got a bit wet as I left it lying on the floor under my seat during The Unthanks gig and what I hope was just beer washed over it. It dried out on the radiator this morning and sounds even better I think!

80th birthday bash of one of Ireland's greatest living painters

Marie-Louise Muir | 16:59 UK time, Wednesday, 24 March 2010

got a birthday bash and a half this week. His 80th birthday was celebrated at the Arts Council of Northern Ireland HQÌýwith family and friends, including the Nobel LaureateÌýSeamus Heaney and his wife Marie. The photo was taken in TP's house with Seamus, Marie, TP and his wife Sheila just before they headed to the birthday celebration.

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Terry is a much loved man. Heaney dedicated "Bogland" to Terry, a poeticÌýcompliment to Terry'sÌý1967 painting

Leading artists, writers and painters including Heaney, Basil Blackshaw and Jack Packenham gathered at a special reception in McNeice House in Belfast to celebrate Terry'sÌý two score years and ten.

And while honouringÌýa genius painter of landscape they were also celebrating the man, someone who isÌýgreat company, full of stories and mischievous humour.

I know what good company TP is. Last year I spent a day in his childhood home of Fermanagh with himÌýand his wife Sheila for anÌýartsextra special.

We all piled into a hire car, me,Ìýthe producer, the FlanagansÌýand the sound man driving.ÌýTP refused theÌýfront seat and let Sheila sit there. I'm not a great car traveller and reluctantly squashed myself into the back seat between Terry and the producer, thinking that if I scanned the horizon I might ward off nausea.ÌýBut as we headed down theÌýM1 to FermanaghÌýTerry told story after story which made me forget any carsickness.Ìý

HeÌýtook me around his childhood haunts, from a wood outside Enniskillen, to a muddy field which inspired much of his boglandÌýpainting, even gallantly helping meÌýputÌýmy welliesÌýon and finally we sat onÌýa bench beside Lough Erne. And he talked and he remembered and he painted with words.

And then we all got back into the car again. And I didn't want the M1 to end.Ìý

You can hear TP Flanagan on Arts Extra here


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His very dark materials.....

Marie-Louise Muir | 22:39 UK time, Monday, 22 March 2010

is incredible! Dear Spider, love, the fly. As dark and macabre a fairy story as the brothers Grimm, but written two centuries later in a house in Belfast.Ìý

It's the creation of musician Colin Reid who was a professional guitar player for as long as I can remember.Ìý
The last time I spoke to him was a few years back when he had just started writing and was experimenting with publishing these fairy stories online, pretty much works in progress. It made me think of Dickens publishing his novels in weekly installments.Ìý

He hung up his guitar for nearly three years and put his life and soul into the dark creation of Herman Allsop and his Circus of grotesques.Ìý

Fifteen stories later, the first one has just been made into a motion comic. Ep 1 is free to download as an app on the iphone. It has a body of genius local craftsmen and women who all gave their services for free because they believed in the project.ÌýIt deserves much wider recognition.

And best of all, Colin has picked up the guitar again and will be performing music from Dear Spider and Other Stories at the newly renovated Crescent Arts Centre in Belfast at the end of April.Ìý


"Over the Bridge" through a small blue window

Marie-Louise Muir | 13:34 UK time, Friday, 19 March 2010

I saw the first 7 minutes of the new Martin Lynch adaptation of Sam Thompson's "Over the Bridge" through a small blue tinted glass window last night. It was my own fault. I was late for the opening night. And so I stood outside the door of the auditorium with two ushers waiting for the first scene change. It could have been worse. A lot of venues won't let you in until at least the interval. And with quite a few plays these days being written with no interval being late isn't an option. I saw a couple at "The Sign of the Whale" last week who had to watch the first half through the gauze curtain dividing the audience from the theatre space. So my small blue window was bearable knowing I was going to get in.Ìý

It was great to see the play. I've only ever read it. And was looking forward to seeing what Martin Lynch had done with it. Rachel O'Riordan the director placed all the action in the round, which looked stunning, but wasn't great when I tiptoed in late, with half the audience facing me and seeing my shame!Ìý
The acting was stunning, even if the acoustic sometimes meant where I was sitting I had to strain to hear. The scene between Peter O'Boyle, the catholic shipworker, and the leader of the mob Ìýwas one of the most powerful pieces of theatre I've ever seen.
The mob off stage, the sound of drums steadily beating while the men sang "We are the Billy Boys", rising from a barely audible whisper to a wild and violent end will haunt me.Ìý

When the play ended Martin Lynch bounded on stage. He hadn't been too far from the action for the entire play. I had seen his distinctive silhouette in the wings during the play.Ìý
He wanted to thank everyone and in particular invite Jimmy Ellis on stage. With the cast still there, in costume, the mob leader standing next to the catholic shipworker, the bereaved daughter next to her father, I felt, at first, that it was going to be a communal back slapping. And a definite killing of the illusion created over the past 2 hours.Ìý

But when Jimmy got up, grasped the hands of the cast members standing closest to him, just able to say he was "choked" by what he had just seen, I was on my feet. To celebrate him, Sam Thompson and the people who fifty years ago fought to have this play seen.Ìý
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The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo & my newfound reading mojo!

Marie-Louise Muir | 12:46 UK time, Friday, 19 March 2010

I'm in a book group. I love the idea of it, but find the actual reading of the set text practically impossible. Yes, I know, it kind of negates the being in it.ÌýBut I like the company, the chat and the glasses of Sauvingnon Blanc.Ìý
At the last book group, I was delighted when the host, who also hadn't read the book, tried to divert attention from this glaring fact by throwing a clothes swap. As I was leaving later that night, clutching a skirt and a necklace, one of the book groupers asked what I thought of the book. "What book?" I said. You see what I mean?

I do read a lot of books. For work. Piles of them on the desk at work. The same amount beside my bed. Others stacked near the front door. Some on the kitchen worktop and a few in the boot of the car. It's a book lovers idea of nirvana. But makes me joining a book group a bit of a bus man's holiday.Ìý

Anyhow, this next book group meeting is going to be SO different. I am reading the book. "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" by Stieg Larsson. It's going everywhere with me at the moment. I'm only at Chapter 7 so early days but can't put it down. In fact last night I didn't go to the after show party of Martin Lynch's adaptation of Sam Thompson's Ìý"Over the Bridge" and was in bed with the book at 1045 while Michael Longley would have been reading his new poem composed for the anniversary and Jimmy Ellis, Martin Lynch et al would have been celebrating.Ìý

So thanks to my fellow book group ladies who have allowed me the space to finally find my reading mojo again. Nothing can beat losing yourself in a good book. And not a glass of Sauvignon Banc in sight!

Spooked by Saint-Saens

Marie-Louise Muir | 20:26 UK time, Sunday, 14 March 2010

Sometimes you wonder if someone is trying to tell you something. Friday afternoon I'm in the Ulster Folk and Transport Museum, my 40 p mix of sweets in hand, andÌýIÌýsee one of thoseÌýNorthern Ireland Digital Film Archive portals. Is that the right word?ÌýBasically it's a computer dotted around arts centres, museumsÌýand libraries.ÌýIt's free access so youÌýcan watch films, documentaries, animations, tv news and sport allÌýfrom the archive. There'sÌýaÌýfilm of the BangorÌýYacht race filmed in 1898, feature films including Alan Clarke's chilling "Elephant" and a report by Gloria Hunniford from 1970 about chestnut treesÌýbeingÌýuprooted in Portadown to make way for the motorway. Ìý

On screen in the cinema lobby,Ìý"Midnight Dance", John McCloskey's 1996 genius animation based on Saint-Saens "Dance Macabre".ÌýThe superstition isÌýthat Death appears atÌýmidnight on Hallowe'en and,Ìýby playing his fiddle, he summons the dead from their graves. Pretty creepy stuff but brilliantly made.Ìý

ThenÌýSaturday I'm in theÌýQueens Film Theatre to have a look at art exhibition, theÌýBelfast street artist who is showing his workÌýwhile Banksy's film "Exit through the Gift Shop" is showing there. Just don't call him the BelfastÌýBanksy please!

Anyway, there's another Digital Film Archive portal/computer set up, and what's on screen again?Ìý"Midnight Dance".

Then I come into work to present "Sounds Classical" and at 23 mins past 8 on the running order it says Saint-Saens Danse Macabre. Ìý

Now I really am spooked.

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New plays and no coats on a Belfast night

Marie-Louise Muir | 11:35 UK time, Sunday, 14 March 2010

My 2 year old's lower lip wobbled last night as I said I was going out. Why? Surely her bedtime story was much more important. But I had promised Tinderbox Theatre Company I would go see their new production at the Baby Grand in the Opera House. by Jimmy McAleavey.

I left her with her dad and big sister, a story just beginning, all three of them now in an imaginary forest. I was ordered to battle my way out of the bedroom through the trees, which I did.Ìý

Then no looking back, escape, into town, marvelling at the fact that I was out on a saturday night, even if it was for work (we're reviewing the play on artsextra tomorrow).Ìý

Hey, Saturday night in Belfast rocks. I passed the smokers puffing away outside various pubs. ÌýDiners in restaurants. A girl tottered past me on unfeasibly high night out high heels. Hooked on to her fella's arm she looked great, he looked chuffed, but I felt old as I wondered how she could be out without a coat.Ìý

Inside the baby grand. A packed house.Ìý

I like going to see plays on my own. Don't feel the same about the cinema, always feel odd on my own, but I love the theatre. The playwright was there. I had opted for a middle seat a few rows from the back. Jimmy was in the front row, at the far right. This is his first full scale production with Tinderbox. ÌýBelfast born, he was Oxford educated and heÌýwears his intelligence lightly. But you can see he is a bag of nerves. So much so that during the first half I keep glancing over at him to see how he's doing.Ìý

The interval comes after 55 minutes. I phone home to see how the two are doing. They're asleep.Ìý

Our interval comes at the same time as The Sound of Music. The place is bouncing. Children wild eyed at being up so late rush past me on the stairs. Their dad, a step behind, clutching melting pots of ice cream.Ìý
I head for the bar, a black coffee. And find myself standing beside the playwright. I have genuinely enjoyed the first half. Ìý
Set in Belfast in 1977, it's about the Troubles - the victims, the bombings, the direction you are coming from, walking to signalling your religion, the stasis of the place. Then, into the middle of it all comes a whale, spotted in Belfast Lough . Jonah, the Bible, Melville's Moby Dick and the true story of Dopey Dick who came up the River Foyle. I have a photo of it given to me years ago by my brother.Ìý

I like Jimmy's writing voice & style. It's funny, original, and refracts back the craziness of that time. Where would you get Ian Paisley, bombings, whales, Mr Tayto and the Cadbury's Flake ad sharing the same stage?Ìý

But Jimmy is in agonies. He thinks the play is slower than the night before and the audience isn't laughing as much. I don't agree, it's a good audience, maybe they're not laughing out loud but it's not a comedy. There are funny lines but I think Jimmy is underplaying the raw energy of his lines, a scattergun of images and ideas.Ìý

I gulp my coffee as the tanoy calls us back in for the second half. And Jimmy's face relaxes as he smiles to someone behind me. His mum he says.Ìý

Maybe the second night is always an anticlimax after the adrenaline rush of the opening night. But I still prefer the honesty of the night after the night before.Ìý



Samuel Barber is a Derry man!

Marie-Louise Muir | 18:15 UK time, Monday, 8 March 2010

barber.jpgSo here's the question. If Samuel Barber'sÌýgreat great great grandfather had stayed in Derry, would the world have had "Adagio for Strings"?Ìý

According to Barber's biographer Dr. Barbara Heyman, who talked to me on artsextra, the Barber connection can be traced back to a man called John Beattie who moved from Derry to the United States as a boy.

His family settled in Pennsylvania and John went on to fight in the Revolutionary war. He ended up in Valley Forge,Ìýthe now iconic military operation of the new United States of America under General George Washington that lasted 6 months from December 1777 to June 1778.Ìý

Even though no battle was fought there, those 6 months sound awful, a grim siege, with no food, inadequate clothing and housing, all set against freezing conditions.Ìý

I'm trying to imagine this young Derry man in the middle of it all. Has he lost his accent? Is he remembering the streets he grew up in? Is he wondering should he have stayed in Derry?Ìý

Little does he know that he is going to have a great great granddaughter whose nickname will be Daisy. On the 9th March 1910 she will give birth to a boy called Samuel. He will go on to write some of the greatest music of the 20th century. Perhaps his most famous will be "Adagio for Strings".Ìý

It will be chosen by Albert Einstein to be played at his funeral, it will be used as the soundtrack for the Vietnam war movie "Platoon", a war centuries forward from where John Beattie is now standing, and it will be the same music that we will hear on countless tv documentaries against images of the twin towers coming down on 9/11.ÌýÌý

And yet it's a piece of music that transcends the horror of war. A fitting tribute for his Derry ancestor standing in a frozen field in Pennsylvania.Ìý

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Making Hay (on Wye) in Belfast while the sun shines.....

Marie-Louise Muir | 16:55 UK time, Thursday, 4 March 2010

west.jpgI met the man from the HayÌýon Wye Literature Festival this morning.

Peter Florence was over in Belfast for just 3 hours.ÌýAfter last year when Hollywood legend Tony Curtis and The Wire's creator David Simon came over, he'sÌýlooking into a possibleÌýpartnershipÌýthis year.

But whenÌýhe asked me who would I like to interview if I had the choice,Ìýmy mind went blank.

I was remembering last year.

I had been asked to do the onstage interview at the Ulster Hall with Tony Curtis. Before hand, I was taken to hisÌýdressing room, where his wife, his mother in law and his agent were sitting. Suddenly the room emptied and it was only me and Tony Curtis.ÌýHe didn't say a word. I couldn't think of any small talk. How do you bring up Marilyn Monroe when we'd only just met? And so we sat in silence until his wife, mother in law and agentÌýcame back.ÌýÌýÌý

As soon as we gotÌýon stage and he got sight of theÌýpacked house, who gave him a standing ovation before he'd even opened his mouth, he lit up.ÌýOut of the traps,Ìýhe didn't look back, ignoring meÌýfor the first fifteen minutes, thenÌýturningÌýand mischievously asking me was I going toÌýask him a question?ÌýThe crowd loved it. I loved it.ÌýÌý

Now, having never watched a single episode ofÌýthe ground breaking tv drama The Wire, a few days later, standing outside the hotel room door of David Simon I felt a fraud.

Through the door I could hearÌýhis muffled answers to another reporter's questions.ÌýThis wasn't good. I felt the weight of all the fans, chat rooms and endless websites devoted to The Wire. He would see my Wire lack of knowledgeÌýin my eyes.

All I had up my sleeve was that I was at university in Dublin the same time as Dominic ("Detective Jimmy McNulty")ÌýWest. 1986 andÌýI'm in a coffee shop off Grafton Street.ÌýI stared at him.ÌýObviously for too long as he made hisÌýgirlfriend shift seats with him so his back was to me.ÌýÌýFriends of mine who are Wire fans regularly make me tell that story so they can fall about laughing. I was mortified then and now.

The door opened and I was brought into the suite, the memory of Dominic West's back swimming in front of my eyes.

I babbled hello. He was keen to talk about his new tvÌýproject. Treme. Set in New Orleans,Ìýthree months after Hurricane Katrina. "Do you know that Beyonce is in theÌýroom next door?" I squeaked. She actually was. She was playing Belfast that night.ÌýHe was impressed. Feeling a bit more confident, I suggested maybe he couldÌýknock on her door and ask her if she wanted to do the soundtrack.ÌýI don't know if that meeting happened. But at least itÌýbought me some time before we eventually talked about The Wire. Ìý

It's the look, not the book!

Marie-Louise Muir | 09:38 UK time, Thursday, 4 March 2010

lola.jpgIt's World Book Day, but that aside, I've just had my first case of costume envy. AÌýfour-year-old Dr. Seuss Cat in a Hat. My daughter's P1 class have dressed up as their favourite book character. I also saw two white rabbits, a wizard, a pirate and I think I saw a ghost.Ìý

But back to Dr. Seuss. I can only worship at the altar of the parent/possibly granny who created that. Full make up, oversized hat, the bow tie, the works. Absolutely brilliant.Ìý

While my fairy daughter literally flew around the classroom dangerously waving her wand at the wizard and the pirate, I thought back to last night in our house. Me rifling through the book box in a slightly manic way, Ìý
ÌýRoom on a Broom I suggest? It's the Julia 'Gruffalo' Donaldson classic. I was even creating a cape from a bin bag when no the cry went up "I want to be a nurse". Yes we have an outfit for that but no book.Ìý
Just let her be a nurse says her dad. No, I cry, slightly too loudly, it has to be a character from a book. It'sÌýWORLD BOOK DAY.Ìý
The Princess and the Pea byÌýLauren Child (Charlie & Lola creator). You would love being a princess. No.Ìý
Lost and Found, Belfast writer/illustrator Oliver Jeffers' wonderful book, recently Bafta nominated film. All I need to find is a stripy jumper, a beanie hat and a penguin. No.
Gorilla by Anthony Browne, the current Children's Laureate. Slightly weird, but wonderful, book about a girl and a gorilla and a dad who is always too busy to take her to the zoo. I'm suggesting it, but not convinced I can rustle up the gorilla outfit before tomorrow. No is the answer anyway. I'm desperate now. Kipper by Mick Inkpen. Kipper is a dog. That's how far through I am.Ìý
Half an hour later, a lamb is suggested. By theÌýfive-year-old. The bin bag cape is as far as my Blue Peter sticky back plastic creativity is willing to stretch. It's now 8.30pm and I haven't had my dinner. The witch will be great, I say. She's not buying it and starts to wail. I leave the room and wail too.Ìý
First thing this morning, 'I don't want to be a witch. I want to be a fairy.' Younger sister starts to wail as the fairy wand she had recently requisitioned is taken back. I hastily assemble a fairy outfit and realise that there are no wings. I call my neighbour. Yes, I know it's 8.35am and it's the school run, but do you have any fairy wings? 'Everything but' comes the reply.Ìý
I then enter a zen-like phase of 'it'll be alright.' It's only P1 class and a wee thing to mark World Book Day. And anyway, I do think my fairy looks great. And she's happy.ÌýBut then as I leave her off at the classroom, a dark shadow falls over me. The oversized hat of the cat of Dr. Seuss has caused a partial eclipse of the sun. And now I realise I have to up my game for next year's World Book Day. It's the look not the book.

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