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02.02.12
Last week for reasons known only to themselves The Huffington Post ran a very disengenuous and deliberately dishonest piece wherein they took my now infamous 'man advert' from last August and claimed I had written same in last 2 weeks.
I have contacted them numerous times requesting they correct themselves but have had no response.
Consequently I am now inundated with 'applications' . While this may be flattering I must let all hopefuls be aware that I am very happily married and therefore am not open to persuasion. So write to me not.
I realise my wonderfulness will make this extremely hard to bear for 98% of the world's consenting adult population but hey, as I said before.. Write a song about it. But please.. Don't send it to me!
31.01.12
El Rey show
Due to popular demand the Sinead O'Connor shows at the Masonic Lodge at Hollywood Forever on Monday Feb 20 and Tuesday Feb 21 will be moving to The El Rey Theatre. The tickets for the El Rey concert will be on sale to the general public on Wednesday Feb 1, but you can buy tickets through the presale which start on Tuesday at 10am EST. The pre-sale code is: SINEAD --- link to tickets are here:
IMPORTANT!! Please note that your tickets for the Masonic Lodge shows will be fully refunded and you must purchase the tickets to the El Rey Theatre in order to be admitted.
EL REY TICKET BUYERS:
The public onsale will begin at 10 am PST / 1pm EST on Wednesday Feb 1st.
30.01.12
Precious Angel
My version of Dylan's Precious Angel is now up on you tube. The first recording of all Dylan's Christian songs. Hope you enjoy. Thanks and praise be to the Most High and to the beautiful Mr Dylan for their staggering team work.
27.01.12
twitter
Ms O'Connor's new Twitter address is @vampyahslayah7
Tweets are protected so all wishing to follow must send request and be patient as it may take a good few days to get everyone in.
No media need request.
No one without a profile or who has not tweeted will be accepted unless Ms O'Connor already knows you are safe.
Have fun.
And happy birthday to twitter today.
We love you twitter.
27.01.12
Pre-order 'How About I Be Me (And You Be You)?'
The new album 'How About I Be Me (And You Be You)?' is now available to pre-order now on various formats including a Limited Special Edition CD book version.
US fans can also pre-order the CD version from Newbury Comics
27.01.12
'How About I Be Me (And You Be You)?' Limited Special Edition!
The Limited Special Edition hardcover book features the album on CD, a bonus live CD recorded in Dublin, London and Reykjavik and a DVD of exclusive video content. The book itself contains lyrics, sleeve notes by Sinead, Joseph O'Connor and John Grant, exclusive photography and an artwork poster.
This edition of the album will be made to order and produced only once. Orders must be received by February 24th!!
26.01.12
Bob Dylan's Christian songs
Starting this week end Ms O'Connor and a fellow Dylan freak will begin videoing for you tube all of Bob Dylan's Christian songs. One per fortnight until the collection is complete.
This is for the purpose of thanking and honouring Mr Dylan for his staggering contributions to religious music and his massive contributions to the life of Ms O'Connor, without which Ms O'Connor would not have been able to remain on the planet past age 14.
Thank u Mr Dylan. I love you. And fully intend to 'slay' those breathtaking songs u made. I was 11 when first heard Slow Train Coming. And it set the course of my life. I literally would not be here but for u. Or be the kind of artist I am. Or person.
I owe u my life, my soul, my heart, my art, my knowledge of The Holy Spirit. Everything. So I hope u won't be mad at me for doing ur songs! They just too beautiful and powerful not to share Sir. And very healing for crazy Irish ladies to sing.
I hope u enjoy.
Thank u again
And again
I love you.
The Holy Spirit was so lucky to get u.
And made a priceless angel of u.
So.. We start with Precious Angel and we dedicate it to u.
Sinead
30.12.11
biography
Hello friends,
Have had fun few days. Have asked a writer i think is fucking amazing called Olaf Tyaransen (google) to write my 1st official biography. since so many other fuckers have done them and got everything arse-ways. Book isnt going to be about personal stuff like boyfriends or husbands and such... maybe touch on growing up but only glimpses.. its to be a rock n roll story is all. so exes neednt panic.. nor strange men ive shagged. Nor Bananas.. which i didnt really shag for fuck sake. who would do that? I mean.. I wasnt THAT un-'do'-able.
so mme and Olaf had a good long meeting getting clear about the book and the boundaries and all.. and which exes he's NOT allowed talk to!!!!!!!! I said which of his woud he like me to talk to.... then he 'got it'. Ah no.. he's cool. wont be a like 'oh isnt sinead fucking great and perfect ' or anything.. it will be 'warts and all'. but focussing on career/ artistic issues.. not personal. Explaining various escapades from my point of view. so the great-great grandchildren can know why "we dont mention your great great grandmother".
Olaf's gonna be hanging around now and then observing shit so if u see a strange looking brown haired man smiling at you questioningly with beer in both hands.. that will be him.
if any of you have stories you would like him to know of please e mail them to vampyahslayah@yahoo.com which is now un-hacked
and i will pass on the ones that make me look like a great person and hide the ones that show the reality. As i want everyone to think im fucking fab. which i secretly also am.
goodnight.
29.12.11
twitter
Dear friends.. Am pleased to announce my glorious return to twitter for purposes purely of fun and giggle-ment.
Please be aware there will be no negative vibes either spoken by me or responded to or read by me. All received tweets will be previously read and filtered by my assistant so A-holes don't get passed on to me.
Also however be advised there will be often be adult themes discussed and inappropriate jokes of a sexual nature such as adolescents with not much brains would make.
We in the music business are less intelligent than brainless adolescents and not even fit for criminality. We have scatological and stupidly sexually explicit senses if humour. We basically.. Are morons. Fit for nothing but music. And doing your 'madness' for u. Otherwise u wud all end up in the nut-house. : )
So if u are offended by mucky humour and song titles being made to include the word arse or buttfuck, please don't upset yourself by following me on twitter.
I like to have fun. I like to be silly and stupid and childish and adolescent. I find these things enormously amusing.
I do not request to be followed. Therefore it is illogical to accuse me of looking for attention if I am crudely funny. I should not have to hide my tweets.
I'm not after attention but to make myself laugh and to make other people who are similar to me laugh. Giggle-ment and chortle-ation is all.
So.. Consider yourself warned. If u don't like.. Don't follow.
If u silly like me .. Follow an let's have a laugh. No negativity. Just silliness. Thems the rules the Lady keeps these days.
My twitter name is @vampyahslayah
26.12.11
Dear friends,
I had for reasons u will all understand, wished to keep this private but have been told today it is to be leaked in the next few days despite my best efforts. So I must now leak it myself so as the record is straight. I won't under any circumstances ever have any further comments to make on this matter than those I write here this evening. Either privately or publicly.
From the moment myself and my husband got together not long ago, there was intense pressure placed upon him by certain people in his life, not to be involved with me. These were people who had never met me but had formed opinions of me based on what they read about 'Sinead 'O'Connor' in the media etc. Entitled as they are to their opinions about me many perhaps well deserved, there was no righteousness on anyone's part to put my husband through what he was put through as a result of his desire to be with me and to marry me and as a result of his actually marrying me.
Within 3 hours of the ceremony being over the marriage was kyboshed by the behaviour of certain people in my husband's life. And also by a bit of a wild ride i took us on looking for a bit of a smoke of weed for me wedding night as I don't drink. My husband was enormously wounded and very badly effected by that experience and also by the attitude of those close to him toward our marriage. It became apparent to me that if he were to stay with me he would be losing too much to bear. And that being with me was not going to serve him positively , career wise or any other wise. I saw his life leave him because of how people close to him reacted. And I can't take anyone's life. And a woman wants to be a joy to her husband. So.. U love someone? Set them free.
He is a wonderful man. I love him very much. I'm sorry I'm not a more regular woman.
I truly believe though it is painful to admit, we made a mistake rushing into getting married, for altruistic reasons, and weren't aware or prepared for the consequences on my husband's life and the lives of those close to him. He has been terribly unhappy and I have therefore ended the marriage. I think he is too nice to do so. And too nice to trap.
He is as I said, a wonderful man. We part amicably. I wish him to be free and happy and loved and supported and for him to have privacy as that is utmost important for his job and for the children he treats as a therapist so I plead on theirs and his behalf for media to please leave him and his family alone. I really beg this. His family have health issues also and they not need the stress. Please do not doorstep them. Please be considerate of their feelings and leave them and my husband alone. I repeat this is of UTMOST importance to the wonderful children my husband helps every day. his work is his life. Publicity over all this could jeopardise his job. Please, don't do that to him. or I will have that on my conscience as well. he is a private person. I'm fair game. He or his family are not.
Meanwhile I intend to get on with being fully me. With never an apology for ANY part if being FULLY ME. No matter what. I am a 21st century full woman and proud of living it. I am in a very good and happy and strong place in life so I am doing fine. The marriage was 16 days. We lived together for 7 days only.. Until Xmas eve. And we haven't been awful to each other. So while I feel sad for my husband, and sad to be the cause of sorrow to yet another poor man, I'm also happy that I know we weren't horrible to each other and he is better off free. And that I can be me. And that's a freedom I can't give up for anyone or anything. Neither should my husband or anyone else.
Please pray for my lovely husband to be ok and do not worry about me as I have had plenty of practice in these matters. I am in a good place in life. And happy. I believe in and am committed wholeheartedly to happiness. Nothing knocks that. My only concern is that my husband be happy.
As my good friend said "well, at least you got married in Vegas in a pink Cadillac! Can't get more Rock n Roll than that".
so now u can all go ahead and have a great laugh, media wise, and be horrid if u desire to. But that's my record set straight.
Rock n Roll
Sinead
23.12.11
tour dates
announcing shows;
monday, feb. 20; hollywood cemetery, los angeles.
tuesday, feb 21; hollywood cemetery, los angeles.
thursday, feb. 23; highline ballroom, new york
friday, feb. 24; highline ballroom, new york.
friday march 9; st. georges church, brighton.
saturday, march 10; queen elizabeth hall, london.
monday march 12; st. georges hall, bristol
wednesday march 14; oran mor, glasgow.
thursday march 15; manchester cathedral, manchester.
european dates will follow in april but nothing has been confirmed yet so no information available.
the album how about i be me (and you be you) will be released on feb. 20th.
the single, the wolf is getting married, will be released on feb. 13th. in the uk and europe.
15.12.11
dear media friends please understand that as a therapist working with very young adolescents my husband must maintain a low profile. It was very benevolent of him to make himself available publicly concerning our wedding but from this point forward it is very important for the healing of his clients and for his work generally that he keep a low profile.
I will therefore not be flashing him as events or bringing him into situations where he will be exposed to publicity. Please understand that this is purely for the care, maintenance and protection of my husbands clients. His work is very important to him and these lovely children need a lot of love and care.
Also may I say how delighted I am for Glenn Close and Brian Byrne on their nominations for the golden globe for the song called lay your head down. It is a beautiful song and they thoroughly deserve the nomination.
11.12.11
Yahoo account hacked
Dear friends.. My yahoo e mail account has been hacked so anyone receiving e mails from it please ignore them.
11.12.11
Dear friends,
Have decided not to blog re wedding as have so much work to do am swamped and have to go to New York tomorrow early for the premiere of Glenn Close's Albert Nobbs movie I sang the gorgeous (Glenn wrote lyrics.. GORGEOUS... Bob Dylan best start worrying Glenn may write more songs) title song for. Gonna be singing it afterward. Bringing my amazing daughter so she very excited as Armani are dressing us both for the night. So we'll have a great girly time but since I played Amnesty International's 50 yr anniversary gig straight off the plane from Las Vegas last night and haven't been home yet, and my beautiful little boys (5 and 7, who are not boys at all but big-eyed monkeys) have planned a birthday/wedding bash for their 'very fat and ugly' mother I'm gonna be too swamped to write.
Will write again ASAP. Thanks again to everyone who sent good wishes on the wedding. Very much appreciated.
Rock n Roll!
10.12.11
Amnesty International "Chimes Of Freedom"
Sinead contributed the song "Property Of Jesus" to the "Chimes Of Freedom" CD. It's full of Bob Dylan covers. You can listen to it at
Facebook.
09.12.11
about the glorious marriage
Dear friends... amongst whom I include whomever may be reading this with a view to writing about the glorious marriage.
Am blogging this cus media people are naturally seeking me.
On sunday I will put up blog on whole day. Too glorious for words.
For now though, as you will appreciate, it's a bit of a 'Can't. Talk. Cock. In. Mouth'. Situation.
Xxx
photo of the celebrity guests at our wedding
07.12.11
wedding
With enormous joy myself and my beloved boyfriend Barry Herridge will be getting married tomorrow, December 8th 2011 at 'an un-disclosed location' in my absolute dream wedding ceremony. We will post a photo or two here on the site as soon as possible afterward.
Very happy girl. : )
on their way from Dublin to Vegas:
05.12.11
Sex & The Single Girl
Sinead's favourite interview written by Olaf Tyaransen who will be writing her official biography over the next few years: Hotpress interview
05.12.11
How You Get To Heaven From Ireland
I was testing children in me Dublin Sunday school class to see if they understood the concept of getting into heaven.
I asked them, "If I sold me house and me car, had a big jumble sale and gave all me money to the church, would that get me into heaven?"
"NO!" the children answered.
"If I cleaned the church every day, mowed the lawn and cleaned the garden and kept everything tidy, would that get me into heaven?"
Again, the answer was 'No!'
By now I was starting to smile. "Well, then, if I was kind to the animals, and gave sweets to all the children and loved my husband, would that get me into heaven?"
Again, they all answered 'No!'
I was just bursting with pride for them. I continued, "Well then; how can I get into heaven?"
A six year old lad shouted, "Yuv got tae be fukin' dead"!!! Kinda brings a wee tear tae yir eye!
03.12.11
Sinead and Gavin Friday
29.11.11
Evening Standard's review of the London gig
can be found here
23.11.11
Irish Independent article and Sinead's addendum
There is an article on Irish Independent about Sinead.
As an addendum to (Nov 23) Irish Independent article I would like to say the following concerning my remarks on Bono and Geldof and the general silence on the part of major internationally successful Irish musicians on recent major events in Irish history.
I need to start by saying that Bono and Bob are both men I have infinite personal fondness, affection and admiration for, not just because of their great musical work ( and in the case of Geldof his great musical inspiration to me, not to mention his utter ride-ish-ness (sorry Bono)) but because of the work they have done for the people of Africa, the mother country of us all.
So it actually pains me to be at odds with them, Or to say anything which may hurt their feelings but sometimes we must compartmentalise and so I have to put aside my vast personal affection and make a plea for the honour of Irish art and The Holy Spirit, whom in history were linked in a way they sadly are not currently. I would like to see this change.
For those outside Ireland please google Easter Uprising Ireland 1916. you will find this was an attempt made to gain control of Ireland by Irish people and the brutal killings in cold blood of it's leaders was what ultimately led (short version) to 26 counties being 'returned' and the so-called Irish Free State being born in 1922. The rising and subsequent creation of the Irish Republic were obviously some of the most important events in Irish history. Along with The Famine and more recently, the revelations concerning the state of the church which ruled us with rods of iron from even before 1916 and who very much ingrained themselves and their horror of Christ in our constitution and ran the country with terror and violence and blasphemy.
As children at school they began to teach us of 1916 by spending a year or so introducing us to the poets, playwrights and other artists of the time. Who they were. Pierce, Yeats, Synge etc. What were they into. Irish mythology. Old Irish culture and history. Alien to us. But we could be with the ghosts when we heard their words. We learned about their lives. What mattered to them. The lovers (and their lover's adult daughters!?) who spurned them.
What mattered most to them though was Ireland. Keeping Ireland alive. Spiritually as well as every other way. They wrote about Ireland. They pled for Ireland. Defended Ireland as a bereft and ravaged woman. They laid their lives and careers on the line regularly, and took nothing but abuse and were often driven into lonely exile in order to say what needed to be said.
They were Ireland's 'voice'. They played an enormous and incalculable role in Irish history. They had a sense of how important their role as artists was. Without them our republic (which is dying. Making way for the 2nd) simply couldn't have happened. Maybe we shouldn't thank them.
Ah no.. We should. But more importantly I think we should honour them by keeping up the traditions they laid themselves on the line for, that Irish artists are part of forming Irish history. And are a passionate voice within that history. And are 'conscious' as Bob Marley would say.
Tits and ass is equally important, don't get me wrong. In fact we need more. We Irish artists have too many clothes on altogether if you ask me. I wanna jiggle my butt with the best of them. And get naked behind my guitar and pose for playboy. But I also most passionately wanna contribute to the spiritual upliftment of my country and use whatever gifts The Holy Spirit may have given me as an artist in order to do that.
In my opinion 90 years from now children in Irish schools will be learning about something which is absolutely non-negotiably equally as important an event in Irish history as any so-called famine, or uprising, or war of Independence, or Civil war, namely, the unleashing of our national psyche and identity from what has been a church taken over by Satan, which never gave us nor Christ anything but the blues. Unless it was the black and blues.
The revelations of what took place in church/state run juvenile incarceration camps, and what happened to so many children, and the revelations of cover-ups and attempted cover-ups of cover-ups, has shattered us, for better in my opinion, not worse. We needed to know.
For the enormity of recent events to be understood one must study how in control of the whole country and of the national psyche of the Irish people the church were.. Still are fifty percent.. It wont be over until all of us over 35 are dead. And that we in Ireland had a very different and more oppressive brand of Catholicism when Bono, Geldof and I were kids than other territories may have had. A thousand times worse for our poor parents and their parents.
My father tells a story.. That when he was 6 years old at school his teacher, a priest, used to bang his fists on the table regularly.. Admonishing the boys to go to confession. he would say that if they died without having been to confession they would go straight to fiery hell.
"Once there was a boy" the priest would yell " who wouldn't go to confession. And didn't I warn him he would go to he'll? And didn't the boy die in an accident? And wasn't I asleep in my bed one night? And didn't the room burst into flames? And when the fire was put out wasn't there two little burned black handprints on the bottom of the bed? The boy had fled screaming back from he'll to have his confession heard". That is the type of fear children of my parents generation had beaten into them. Not a patch on what their parents endured I can assure you. A sin even to desire your husband. Yet not a punishable crime to rape a small boy.
For anyone who really is interested I ask u read The Ferns Report. the Ryan Report. The Murphy Report and The Cloyne Report. These should in fact be mandatory reading for all Catholics. And certainly no one who has not studied the reports should discuss the subject publicly. Neither Geldof nor Bono have read the reports. I don't know about Westlife or The Cranberries or Enya, or indeed The Gallagher brothers or Morrissey.
The American reports are Boston, Philadelphia, and others I have but can't remember now. I have read all reports worldwide and all directly or indirectly associated documents, biographies of popes etc.
Those children learning about these Irish reports in 90 years, having first studied the artists and events of 1916 are going to ask what were the artists who were alive when The Murphy Report came out were doing. While authors and playwrights and painters and poets have been active, musical artists, with the exceptions of Eleanor Mc Evoy and Gavin Friday, have been silent. NO major internationally powerful musical artists who move in helpful circles have said or sung a word.
When the reports came out they each recommended that at some appropriTe time, some appropriate 'monuments' should be erected in honour of the thousands of children who either died, or were raped, or abused and whose lives were ruined. I began to feel strongly a monument of some kind should be dedicated by the musical artists of the year the Murphy report came out. I had in mind a small Rose bush, to be planted in The Garden of Rememberence for 1916
With a verse from a song which abuse survivors find very moving, called The Rose...
When the night has been too lonely
And the day has been to long
When you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the springtime becomes the Rose.
It says a lot about Ireland to me, not just about surviving horror.
I asked Bono and Geldof to ask. They said I should ask. Geldof said I wasn't to compare it to 1916. I told him I didn't need him to tell me what to say thanks, and that I do compare it. And that if he read the reports he might also. In talks with Geldof's English agent I asked would he ask Geldof to send a sentence of support to the victims. The agent told me "Geldof can't be seen to talk about anything but Africa". I asked him did he appreciate how fucked up that sounded coming from an English man, that Geldof can't talk about Ireland. He was highly amused.
I asked Bono also to send support and get involved in asking for truth from The Vatican't. Nothing. I got very angry. I said fine.. You can thank me in a hundred years because I will represent artists because it would be criminal for those kids to ask where we were and find we were nowhere.
I was angry because Bono had met with JP2 after it was public knowledge abuse had happened and been covered up u der JP2's watch and by doing so endorsed him. And on the night JP2 died Bono went on stage with the rosary beads JP2 gave him wrapped around his hand and mike, and went on about what a fab guy JP2 was. This and the silence, made me very angry because Bono says he believes in Christ. But then all rock starssay they believe in God when they're making award acceptance speeches.. But when there's a pitched battle in the street for the honour of God.. None of them the world over.. Not just Ireland... Have a thing to say. No truths to demand. No Christ to be released from bondage. On stage children are wearing masks of incarcerated Burmese ladies. Grand.. But no one is wearing Christ's incarcerated face. Nor the faces of raped little Irish boys.
"if you do believe in God as you say you do" I said, "you have to stand up and be counted. If you don't I can't respect you and by time I finished representing Irish internationally known musical artists on the very important matter of our spiritual condition as a nation, we'll see which one of us truly believes in God That was two years ago. Needless to say I went on to cause as much trouble as possible and I haven't heard a word from Bob nor Bono since, nor do I expect to, nor mind if I do or don't.
Neither Geldof, Bono, nor other internationally massive, influential Irish artists are vocal on ANY Irish issues. This is un-Irish in the extreme, and a great let down to Joyce, O'Brien, Yeats, Pierce, Behan, all of them.. All of what they suffered so that we could be free Irish artists. They hoped we would care. There is a stunned silence in the people of Ireland on so many issues. I am convinced that this is in enormous part because the artists, the very people who should be shouting from the rooftops, are silent.
We need to get conscious. There are twelve year old children in Ireland with class A drug addictions. That is a spiritual state of emergency and worthy of an actual declaration. We are a small island. How is this happening in plain sight? On north sides, where people are undervalued. On the south side in our rock-star mansions we roll over in our beds and our only problem is what fucking wankers we are.
Ireland is heading towards the end of the first republic. All structures are down. Including spiritual. All we have left is our artistry. We need it. We spiritually need it. Ireland need spiritual support and upliftment. And to speak and be heard and valued. The artists are the ones who need to be doing this work because no one else is doing it. So get conscious in-between the nipple tassel songs. Don't wave your Grammy around thanking God if you not gonna stand and fight for him in your own country. Your country needs God. You say you have God. So bring it.
The silence of Irish musical artists on current Irish issues is morally and spiritually corrupt.
To quote Bob Dylan "when you gonna wake up?"
I went by myself in the end to Dublin City Council. They said they respected and appreciated very much the request and that while they didn't feel The Garden of Rememberence was the right place they agreed the publication of the reports were of at least almost equal significance to 1916 and that when the 'official' monuments are decided upon and placed they would be happy to have a small Rose bush planted quietly some night by me on behalf of all Irish musicians living at the time of the reports. for ALL of Ireland's abused children, not just those abused by clergy. So... Result.
23.11.11
The picture on the left by Neil Gavin is Sinead's favourite foto of her whole career.
23.11.11
NEW POP/REGGAE SINGLE ATTRACTS GLOBAL POPULARITY ON ITUNES; WORLDWIDE
DUBLIN, ireland, NOV. 23, 2011:
Pop celebrity Sinead O'Connor's new reggae single, "How About I Be Me?," has quickly become one of the singer's most popular iTunes songs, ranking within her ten most downloaded iTunes singles in more than ten countries.
Within a short time since the song's Nov. 8, 2011 release date, the single has achieved constant rotation within global radio formats, propelling the song to become O'Connor's #1 iTunes download in Italy, France, Japan, Austria, Poland, New Zealand and the Netherlands, and her 2nd most popular iTunes download in Switzerland and Belgium. The song is currently ranked among her top ten downloads in the United States, United Kingdom, Germany, Canada and Australia.
The single - a melodic dance-club reggae anthem - will also be included on McGregor's upcoming various-artists compilation, titled "Club Dance Riddim," due for digital release this fall.
Sinead O'Connor has sold more than 10 million albums worldwide, and she won the "Best Alternative Music Performance" category at the 1991 Grammy Awards for her second album, "I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got." Her first album, "The Lion and The Cobra" was nominated for "Best Female Rock Vocal Performance" at the 1989 Grammy Awards.
Her last album, "Theology," ranked within the top-twenty albums charts in the United States, Ireland and the United Kingdom, and was listed on the top 100 charts in France, Germany, Italy, Poland and Canada.
Grammy Award-winning vocalist Sinead O’Connor guests on track with reggae producer Kemar ‘Flava’ McGregor, titled “How About I Be Me,” available now on iTunes.
The track – a melodic dance-club reggae anthem told from the female perspective – was produced by Jamaican beatmaker Kemar ‘Flava’ McGregor, and will be included on McGregor’s upcoming various-artists compilation, “Club Dance Riddim,” scheduled for digital release this fall.
This track represents the continuation of her longtime penchant for reggae, as she plans to collaborate with McGregor to produce additional reggae tracks with her during 2012, McGregor said.
Sinead O’Connor has sold more than 10 million albums worldwide, and she won the “Best Alternative Music Performance” category at the 1991 Grammy Awards for her second album, “I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got.” Her first album, “The Lion and The Cobra” was nominated for “Best Female Rock Vocal Performance” at the 1989 Grammy Awards.
Her last album, “Theology” ranked within the top-twenty album charts in the United States, Ireland and the United Kingdom, and was listed on the top 100 charts in France, Germany, Italy, Poland and Canada.
Sinead will shortly be announcing her own exciting plans for 2012.
10.11.11
On 11.11.11, Pray YES and change the world
04.11.11
Regarding Rolling Stone Iceland gig review.
Would like to thank R.S enormously for such an encouraging review but must correct one important mistake.
I didn't say Dylan's last album was posthumous. I speak very quietly and quickly and slur (sober I swear) and am Irish, so the reviewer mis-heard me and as I so revere the Rabbi Zimmerman I wish to make clear what I said was a stupid in between songs remark.. While someone was tuning a guitar.. To fill time I said how once I saw a show called cheaters.. Where u can have detectives prove ur lover is cheating and have a live showdown on tv, turning up to catch your love 'in the act'. At the showdown the woman, who was the cheater, got nose to nose against the the angry boyfriend's face and shouted "oh yeah? Well I've been saved by Jesus so fuck you!". I said I've always thought that would be a fantastic name for an album, but one would never get away with it, unless one was Bob Dylan, and it was a posthumous album.
So Bob.. I fear the remark may have offended u as it was written in the review and I would never offend u as u are the boss Rabbi at all times and to be Frank Sir, you could get away with it.. Because u would really mean it. And we all know its true. And u won't ever know I think, how much Jesus u passed around for the good-ment and sustain-ation of God's beautiful people.
04.11.11
Geico Drill Sergeant Therapist
31.10.11
happy halloween
30.10.11
Sunday Independent's un-cut piece
As I write its 6 am Los Angeles time on friday 28th Oct. My little brother John's birthday. I've been here performing at a dinner honouring the work of Elizabeth Taylor for aids awareness which she did through a foundation she started called Amfar.
A posh dinner at the Chateau Marmont hotel. Red carpet etc.
So I arrive excited to see two friends I haven't seen for five years in one case and ten in the other. Joseph Vitarelli and Sean Penn respectively. Both I know through my manager for twelve years, Steve Fargnoli who died of cancer in The W hotel in Los Angeles on September 10th 2001. He had been comatose for two weeks on morphine but on the night before sept 11, the night he died, he jumped out of bed in a panic. Pulling on any trousers he could find saying "call the president. Quickly, quickly, call the fire squad, something terrible is about to happen" .
The W Hotel had a long glass case on the floor behind the reception desk, in which a beautiful woman lay stretched out in a miniscule bikini all day and all night. Different women obviously. Very weird to be passing that going up to your manager's death chamber. When his best friend stepped into the lift after saying goodbye there was immediately a small but appropriate earthquake.
Steve didn't like to have a home. He liked hotels. And "the underworld" as he called it. He had no wife or responsibilities. He actually ran legal brothels. The legality at the time was in London you could have one working woman and one receptionist. So as I would be onstage in America, mostly at the outer edges of fun fairs which was really weird.. In the background quietly I could hear people screaming on the petrifying rides as I was singing. I'd be like "nothing compares to..." And thinking " Steve's 20 % of this gig is gonna give a lot of men a lot of pleasure. It was quaint to me because as the time the music business was owned in some part by arms dealers so at least if its gonna be owned by someone let it be for love and consentual safe adult sex instead of land mines.
One friday Steve said to me " we're having a crucifix installed this weekend" in one of my places. I met a dominatrix once, whose agent he was. She showed me a letter from a 'client'. Saying he'd miss her as it was christmas, but he'd be practicing his barking techniques so as to resume calling her every monday to friday from his office in stockbrocker land at 5pm, as was his daily habit.
She broke a big myth for me too. She said legal brothels have two rooms. One for 'regular' sex and one for the guys who like to get hurt. We all think as I did, that those guys are into pain for sexual pleasure, but she said they aren't at all. She said its nothing to do with sex. They don't fantasise after or during etc.. They just have a need to be hurt and humiliated.
Anyway.. That was Steve and I can't be in L.A without feeling his presence. Needless to say I never pass round the W Hotel. At one point when Steve was comatose.. A hospice nurse came and passed a funeral information leaflet over Steve's body to his girlfriend. I was so glad his eyes were closed. Because he was so frightened of dying. He woke once in the night when it was just me with him and panicked asking me 'am I dead yet?' I said "Steven, if u were dead you wouldn't be cursed with lookin' at me, there'd be an angel here with u"
So, apart from being majorly excited because its a 'red carpet' event and I have to wear a dress, which meant trawling in posh shops that lend things to movie stars, and wearing majorly pink lipstick and a butt clinging garment which I hope will result in many badly belated awards for rear of the year (s 1987-2011), I'm excited because I'm going to get a thing called a 'G-shot'. As reccomended by my good friend (a man) who swears that this injection into my G-spot (if I can find it) will make it so that any time I have an orgasm induced by 'daddy and mammy giving each other the special hug only people who really love each other do', it will (for 3-9 months) make the experience way more intense. How can I resist trying that? On behalf (selflessly) of all Irish women I am come (sorry) to come.
So I call the Doctor's office. He comes on the phone and I say "yeah my friend had u on his radio show and says u can blow a woman's mind'
"Aha!" He says "the G-shot!".
So I go into the reception, stifling giggles. The whole time I'm there I'm stifling giggles. And saying "sinead man stop laughing. But no, it IS funny, fuggit.. Just laugh.. Once they realise you're Irish they'll understand.
So, Dr Matlock comes to get me. Very mischievous looking, and, (mortifyingly) not un-attractive attractive African-American man. HE starts giggling. So I know I'm gonna be ok if I do roar laughing. Because it IS very silly.
So in his office he pulls out a transparent model of a woman's 'bits'. He shows me where my g spot should be. Doing what he calls the 'come here' motion.. To show me what I must myself do when he leaves the room, in order to find my exact G-spot.
At this I cry laughing, explaining I'm Irish, and we don't have vaginas, and we certainly don't have G-spots, and we absolutely never contemplate orgasms or anything to do with sex. I'm certain I won't find 'it'.
I don't. I'm alone in the room. In stirrups. I'm texting my fella.. I can't find it! My fingers aren't long enough.. Or I don't have one.
Eventually, humbled, I open the door to reception and declare my lack of G-spot to the nurse, who screeches laughing. I'm in my hospital paper outfit also. Not my sexiest moment.
In comes she and the Dr. He laughing still, thank God. He puts his hand up and pokes around and says "tell me when it feels different'. What on earth can he mean?
Suddenly, and it wasn't at all sexually arousing, he poked a spot that made me burst out laughing cus it was ticklish. Again, me, doc, nurse, crying laughing.
So we decided that's the spot.. In went the 'thing'.. 'Speculum' they call it. Hold open a 'gee' for the doc. And it was done.
Happy, I texted fella all was well. Immediately the doctor started saying "oh God, no!" I was nervous. "God! No! This has never happened before" he was panicking. the injection had swollen up the g spot so much trhe instrument wouldn't come out! My life flashed before me. He kept saying "oh God, no!" A doctor should never say that.
God's punishment on me for being a licentious hussey. Will get to try it out by the time u read this, all going according to plan. Won't report. But if u hear screaming coming from the direction of Bray assume it works and gentlemen u know wot to get ur ladies for christmas.
So then.. The Jesus tattoo. Desired for years and L.A is where u have to get Jesus or Mary. It was 3 hours of unremittant agony from start to finish. No other tattoo I had ever hurt much but this was all on breast bone so Oh my God I nearly died. I had no idea it would hurt so much.
The guy doing it had no sympathy either, which was probably good or I would have cried and run. As is I ran out every ten minutes resisting the urge to run and got talking to a lovely bunch of people running a retro clothes shop next door.
So I told them I was praying this woman who had been there earlier was coming back cus I really needed to hold someone's hand as was alone. And.. U know what? I love America.. American people are the kindest people u could meet. This man, and he wasn't being 'passy'.. Offered to come and sit with me. He sat for 2 hours and held my hand, I nearly broke it.. As if we were having a baby. Nash was his name and I want to thank him profusely. The man took off my shoes even, and rubbed my hideous feet and toes.. And didn't mind me breaking his bones... Amazing. So. I have my love on my chest. Happy woman coming home.
28.10.11
Full 'service' station
24.10.11
dublin show
Sinead and band will be doing a one off show in her hometown of Dublin, the Oympia Theatre, on Sunday, Dec. 18. tickets on sale soon.
21.10.11
man hunt
Happily I can announce the official end of hunt for boyfriend as successful applicant has been appointed. No more applications are required.
I realise this will be a matter of enormous sorrow to 98% of the men of the world... But hey... Write a song about it...
Silence will now ensue as there is much love-making to be done.
'Although I still carry many of the effects of child abuse I no longer consider myself a victim. I've done something about it. I've turned it around.'
Becoming an altar boy was Andrew Madden's first step toward realising his dream of becoming a priest. It was brilliant - getting to go behind the scenes in a busy parish church, helping on the altar in front of everyone - and he couldn't wait to be grown up and saying Mass himself. But the day Andrew was molested by his favourite priest, Father Ivan Payne, his love of the Catholic Church was poisoned. Father's Payne's abuse lasted for three years, until Andrew was fifteen. But its impact went on and on. Andrew lost direction. He lost self-belief. He lost the capacity to have loving sex. And he lost himself in drink.
In the early '90s Andrew reached a financial settlement with Father Payne. He would go on to become the first Irish victim of sexual abuse by a priest to go public with his story. Altar Boy is the story behind that story.
Altar Boy is a candid, and sometimes searing, account of how abuse can affect a life. It is an articulate, challenging and often damning assessment of the behaviour of the Irish Catholic Church. And it is a story of hope: Andrew Madden's calm and humane consideration of his own life - and Father Payne's - shows that victims don't have to remain victims.
05.10.11
new tourdates
can be found at the "live" section.
02.10.11
new record
All going good now. Wuz recording on friday. New song and title track for album. Release date am now told is feb 20. Happy woman. Gigs etc. Yay!
All is settling down thank God. Iceland next week. Always wanted to go there.. Got hair cut short and am gorgeous.
28.09.11
Happy today. Went bed half seven last 2 nites. Think wuz good idea. Glad said feelings 2. So they out an flown enuff away that its a good day today and I feel happy thank God.
Gonna see my great friend Andrew Madden later too, love him madly (not romantically) so am looking forward to seeing him. He's guna give me a copy of In Plain Sight (google) Amnesty international's report on how did all this child-abuse go on in Ireland under everyone's nose. Very important report. To me anyway.. As that question is the pink elephant in the corner. The never-spoken ghost.
Am going to give my first ever singing lesson. At my daughter's school. Always wanted to teach singing.. Not sure how.. But I'll start with the distraction techniques
Biggest obstacle for singers is our mind. It gets in the way. Telling us 'you can't get that note' etc. The next obstacle is, we listen to ourselves (judging). Next is we don't sing in our own accents (well.. I do... Because I am wonderful, as we already know)
We try to be like someone else. But.. The singers people adore are the ones who are pure honesty. You know who they are from the first word they sing. Bob Dylan in my opinion is the quintissential example of a truly great singer. Fuck Maria Callas (sorry.. I actually love her of course)
Everyone goes on about his songs of course. But rarely is it noted the man is the fuckin king of singer's singers.
He is himself. That's the job of a great singer. He is generous with himself and he gives himself generously. And he's a beautiful singer. Every fucking note.
I think singing for some people is a spiritual journey and or almost a marriage u make with ur self. A commitment to truly being u. In any given circumstance. On stage, tv, anywhere. If u guna be a beautiful singer u gotta show ur soul.
'Bel Canto'. Beautiful singing. That is the method I learned from my teacher Frank Merriman at The Bel Canto School of Singing when I went to him for lessons around 94/95
He said "I'm not a singing teacher, I'm a free-er of voices". He was gifted as a teacher. I'm not at all. But he gave me distraction techniques with which to free the voice. Foot wiggling for example. If ur nervous or listening to urself 2 much or not 'in' the song, just wiggle ur toes and concentrate on them. The mind is distracted and the body let's out the song. Or.. When approaching a sentence or word ur nervous about.. Think about the next sentence.. I also use pretending I'm miming.
He'd say "if a fire went off in this room, u could scream "fire!" At the height of any scale. But if u went to sing it u couldn't". He'd say "meaning? The emotions will take u to the notes. The notes are insignificant. The scales are insignificant. The breathing techniques are insignificant. Singing is ALL about emotion. Not notes. Anyway.. Me daughter is here now so I better go. Fill u in later... Xxx
27.09.11
I'm after falling madly in love with writing. I just like it. Its better than any drug, or even friend. I will blog as often as can from now on as its creativity.. And creativity is what keeps me alive. As well as of course my 4 gorgeous babies.
Am gonna put stuff up on me site, not with contact details as people can be very nasty, and I'd be lying if I said that doesn't hurt, It hurts real bad.
People using 'crazy' as a term of abuse. Making diagnoses they aren't qualified to make. It hurts that people believing me genuinely 'crazy' would employ nastiness instead of kindness or care. I'd like to see a global 'spring' to outlaw the use of the words 'Gay' or 'Crazy' as terms of abuse. And also make it a crime to abuse someone u know to be having suicidal feelings.
Had to get out of twitter. Nastiness. Same in papers. The usual. I'm a cunt. And not only a cunt but a 'crazy' cunt. All declaring me 'in need of help' yet not coming to help!
This is because of me saying buttfuck on twitter the whole time.. And cus I advertised for a fella... But since my first record all that has happened is I get treated like a crazy person, in a world where crazy is used as a stick with which to beat someone. Its very nasty, not that people might wonder am I crazy, but that believing me to be they would hurt me rather than help. Been like that since 1987. Don't matter what I do. And loads of people then in ur life think its ok to treat u like shit and dismiss u as 'mad'.
Its very sore. And nasty people say "you're only looking for attention". When I say 'buttfuck' or tell crude jokes. No. I'm not looking for attention. I'm trying to have some peaceful fun.
Nasty people say I'm looking for attention, talking about suicidal feelings. Yes. Maybe I am looking for attention. Because I'd like to stay alive. And the ways in which nasty judgemental people might feel I should have tried instead of speaking out, I've already done them all.
Suicidal feelings are not always a symptom of 'crazy'-ness... Or a medical problem. They're often a spiritual problem, or simply a person is being treated like shit and can't handle it. Or a person is lonely.. 'Lonely' is now another word people use as a term of abuse. Sometimes a person feeling suicidal just needs to be loved. And shown how precious and priceless they are.
Anyway. Am guna write. Because in my country there is no help because if u say u feel suicidal people label u crazy. Or run.
I would never act on suicidal feelings OTHER THAN BY WRITING. And I'm guna do that because it will keep me alive.
I'm not always guna write depressing shit. I'm just tellling u today, how it feels to be treated as nasty people have treated me for the last 6 weeks or so. And the previous 25 yrs... I can't just not be able to share it when it comes. People do run. Or say "don't say that" and literally don't want to talk about it. Sure how would anyone know what to say? They get confused too.. Cus once they know for sure u won't act on it.. They think that's it sorted.
But to me its about quality of life. It isn't enuff for me to be sure (which I am) that I would never attempt suicide again. I did once. It was almost successful. When I woke in the hospital I was relieved it hadn't worked because it would have destroyed my sister. I hadn't considered that before. Cus suicidal people are so because we think we're shit and unloveable. But we're not.
Anyway. People shouldn't kick around people who say they feel suicidal. Its shit. And it hurts. And its shit the way irish papers have behaved trying to make me out to be bonkers. As usual. That's hard to live with after 25 yrs of it.. And knowing that whatever u do ur gonna get treated like a basket case.. When u know ur not.. And they aint caring.. They wanna stamp on u. Its like a prison ur in.. U can't ever get past the wall of prejudice. I can't definately tell u if I was not responsible for the happiness of my children I would happily leave this planet. I adore my children and I will never abandon them for any reason. So I thank God for that. but as I said, knowing I won't do it isn't enuff for me. I need to be able to talk about it. It shouldn't be my only help is medical. I'm not mad. I'm sad. Because for 25 yrs I been treated like shit. Especially in my own country, where I live. And it set me up for a lot of other people in my life to treat me like shit too. And I already came along at 20, having grown up with nothing but a desolate heart.
I'm a person who needs love and tenderness. I'm not getting it. I'm asking for it. And I'm being kicked for asking for it.
If at all possible I would really like Irish media to consider ceasing to treat me like a crazy person, and bashing me with your diagnoses. If u really believe me insane then why hurt me? If u know I've expressed suicidal feelings, how could u sink so low as to think that is 'only for publicity' ? Ask urselves that in ur beds tonight.
Why knowing I was in the midst of a suicide hurricane would u all want to hurt me?
I'm entitled to be me, and say my feelings. I didn't ask any of u to print them. Its u all who want the publicity. But when ur writing abuse of me, who u never met, you're forgetting I'm a person just like u. And one day it could BE u.. Getting mocked and stamped on for saying ur freaking out. And asking for help.
So. Happy today for my kids an my loved ones. But carrying HORRIBLE broken heart with accompanying physical pain as result of behaviour of Irish media. Shocked a suicidal person could be treated that way.. And then told "u should be able to put up with it".
Think again dears.
26.09.11
Polar Disorder
I would like to clear up another mis-understanding. Almost eight year go I was dignosed with Polar Disorder. This diagnoses was thrown into dispute over the last few years and I have undergone three separate sets of intense re-assessments and been very clearly told I do not in fact suffer from bi polar disorder but from regular 'situational depression'. I would like this clarified so as to stop people dismissing me as 'insane' wether to my face or behind back.
I am not in fact a sufferer of bi polar disorder. The diagnoses has three times been proven to be mistaken.
The diagnoses came about in the following fashion.. I was very depressed as the father of one of my children was refusing to acknowledge the child. I became suicidal. I went to a doctor and said so. In front of me he called Newcastle hospital and said "I have Sinead O'Connor in my office and she says she is suicidal". The man on the other end said "well from what I've seen about her in the papers I would say she has bi-polar disorder". I then took meds for 7 yrs which I neednt have been taking and which had various side effects..
So let's be clear. I do NOT suffer from bi-polar disorder. I suffer sometimes from regular 'depression' . Very different.
26.09.11
newspaper reports
Ok.. A newspaper in Ireland chose to report on saturday, as being serious, jocular remarks I made regarding shooting the pope if he comes to Ireland, when that paper knew very well these remarks were in jest. In the course of a conversation as to whether or not the Irish people would accept a visit from the pope... Which frankly, no. They fucking wouldn't.
In case of any concern. I have no interest in shooting anyone whatsoever and I consider it naughty of the said paper to have put the slant they did on my remarks. I accept my remarks were public, but the context in which they were made was knowingly twisted by the paper to continue the 'crazy Sinead' business.
Rest assured.. Neither the pope will come to Ireland nor I will ever contemplate murdering anyone.
God will take care of the pope.
And Bishop Pat Buckley can take care of me, since he thinks I need help.
Its hilarious how people say things like that as forms of patronising or abuse, rather than actual caring.
Oh.. Wait.. No.. We're dealing with an arse-licking ex-communicated catholic bishop desperate to seem acceptable to Rome by any means neccessary. "Saying to wood "you are my father".
The use of words like 'crazy', 'needs help', 'insane' 'having a breakdown' etc.. As terms of abuse ought to be globally outlawed.
If any of us really felt a person needed help of was 'losing it', why would we mock them and heap wounds on them? The scene wherein a catholic bishop behaves like that may contain the answer to that question.
Who have been our teachers of christian behaviour? Exactly. We're fucked. We don't consider each other, we mock.
Those who call themselves 'Christs representatives' are not representing Christ terribly well.
I don't claim to represent Christ. Because I know Christ IS the representative. Christ doesn't need a representative. Never did! The very idea is blasphemous. More so when they behave against Christ, yet blame Christ, who isn't here to sue them as Aer Lingus don't run between heaven and earth yet. God's still working on it. Its the baggage fees..
The idea was (according to gospels) we're supposed to love each other and treat people as we want to be treated.
One could write volumes on examples of Bishops and or popes behaving in anti-christian fashion, such as the blessing of Mussolini's bombs in the planes on the runway before they took off to blow up Ethiopia.
I have a foto of the pope blessing the planes.
Hello?
Let me repeat. Christ never did, doesn't, and never will, need 'representatives'. They know very well Christ is the representative. And well they know who He represents. Yet they mock him with their claimings to represent him. While spreading not love but mockery, in so many ways.
25.09.11
Twitter
Sadly I've decided to abandon twitter as my new protected account has been hacked into. Its a shame as I've had great fun and want to thanks those with whom I shared fun.
Those who have become friends have my e mail address so do keep in touch. Again, many thanks for all the fun. Love yiz.
21.09.11
funniest thing ever
Thanks to Liam Geraghty!
18.09.11
Suicidal Support
In the UK, there is a place, a sanctuary where people can go to get help if they are suicidal, a space to just spend some time alone or with the staff who work there. It is called Maytree and it located in London.
18.09.11
This week's un-cut version of Irish Sunday Independent piece
I'm gonna really try and make this funny. Which will be a challenge. But I enjoy this particular challenge and I think I'm actually quite good at it. It's only a new challenge. It's been in me for maybe five weeks. And in those five weeks I've had more fun than I ever had in my life. Made more friends. Enjoyed writing, which i just love. And been very silly and happy. And here is the reason why. There's a hugely beloved song in this world. Sung from the point of view of a lover who has lost reciprocation. It describes the minutes of the days becoming like hours. And how one counts them, as one would if it was days without fags. It describes the loneliness and anguish and crying and self-bashing we all do when a relationship, particularly a marriage, fails. The narrator tells of utter in-ability to even live and sleep at the times expected by 'normal' society. He or she (depending upon who wrote and or sang it) seeks medical help but very unwisely ignores it. It being a song very close to my own heart I'm inclined to pay attention to what the doctor says and I lately decided to put his advice into practice. He said "Girl, you better try to have fun no matter what you do." So. I'll try to keep the serious bits to a minimum and please be assured I have a very funny story to tell u at the end of this so you'll forget the serious bits, hopefully. Up until the last five or so weeks, I had been a person full of grief. Don't think am saying anything every baby in the street doesn't know. There were very 'good' reasons why I carried such grief. And managed to pile on more grief year after year because of not having processed the original grief and consequently getting into more grief making situations. Now don't get me wrong, I wrote nine album's worth of pretty decent songs with three chords, a capo and a smashed up heart. And I wouldn't change a thing. I've had the time of my life in the 30 years I've been a writer and singer of songs. Every dream I ever had came effortlessly true. Dreams I would never even have dared contemplate dreaming, came true. Too many to list here. All musical. I've had an amazing life as a mother and as an artist. And I love those aspects. I always feel it's astonishing what songs will make people do. For example, im absolutely petri-f*****g-fied of flying. I cling to the seat in front of me and blub like a baby all the way from London to Moscow to sing maybe 2 songs. I feel like a s**t mother, leaving my kids. I feel lonely and really frightened away from the home that stablises me and makes me know where i fit in because musicians dont fit in very well to what is considered 'normal' society. I feel like a lost 3 yr old until the moment I start to sing. And while I'm singing then I know again where I fit in. And I summon my children to me behind my closed eyes and I have a song for each of them and I'm home. But by half an hour after the show I'll be back to the frightened 3 yr old who wants to be brought home safe and is lost in the big world which is not home. Often people ask me to describe what kind of music I make. And I say " if you could describe music you wouldn't need music". Music is there to say all the stuff there aren't words for. Consequently musicians are very privileged people. We get to say the stuff 'normal' society doesn't say. We don't live by the rules 'normal' society sets out for people. We are our own bosses. It is accepted generally, that we are all half-mad. And indeed we would be a great disappointment were that not the case. Should anyone ever be bothered to do the research it would most definitely be found that in the background of any musical star you can think of there will be child-hood trauma. I have a theory too though, about artists generally. We do your madness for you. If we weren't mad, youse would all be in the nut-house. Someone has to let it out. It's a great strain 'normal' society. Fitting in. Keeping your nose clean. Not f*****g with the s**t-stem. Being the right shaped peg in the right shaped hole. While being taught sweet fanny Adams at school as to how to actually conduct life. So to me 'normal' society is what's at the very bottom of a bottle of whatever happens to be the most 'bling' champagne Arthur day. And art is what happens when God shakes the bottle. out we all spurt, saying or painting or dancing or singing or banging or screaming or shouting or crying or laughing, all the stuff that doesn't get said. Ireland is a particularly difficult version of 'normal' society. Because we're in a gap now between what was 'normal' and what will be. And that gap is a frightening place to be. And the fear creates silence. And silences need to be broken, if things are to be moved on from. Things need to be talked about and considered. Even things which shock people. In fact especially the things which shock people. What we were under Catholic theocracy we haven't quite shed yet. We won't until those of us over 35 are dead. We all are of an Ireland which thank God our children do not know. Consequently they love themselves. They have a great sense of how they deserve to be treated. And how valuable they are just as they are. They are able to put aside the opinions of us idiot grown-ups who are still so hung up on the old rules of what was not, but was considered, 'normal'. So for example, they can openly come out at 12, 13, 14 and say they are gay. And be loved and appreciated by their friends for doing so. They can talk openly with each other and at school about sex and love and relationships. They don't have shame hang-ups about sexual matters such as was driven into us over-35s When I was twelve we at school had our one and only sex-education class. As true as God an old nun we had never seen before, sort of sideways walked into the class so we couldn't really see much but the back of her. She proceeded to take a piece of chalk and on the blackboard drew a two- foot erect penis, complete with 'two veg'. Now at this of course we girls fell into pandemonium, crying laughing on the floor. Clinging to our knickers to stop ourselves pissing. It was just too funny to see a nun do such a thing. She didn't know what to do and after failing to calm us down she ran from the class and that was the end of sex-ed. So, there was, and still is, all this stuff that doesn't get talked about. And our progress as a nation, out of the spiritual enslavement we were in, will not be complete until all over 35 are dead as I said. So there'll still be 'flak' til then, thrown at people who are fizzing out of the bottle. I'm writing this because a) writing is how I work through things. And b) it will by today (Sunday) have been all over the place that I was extremely distressed last week after an experience I had wherein it was suggested to me that my talking so openly about sex was mentally unsound and bad parenting. This is the kind of attitude which sent women like me in the past, to Magdalene laundries. Talking so intimately about sex is not the "boundaries why which normal society lives" is what i was told. And in my head I'm thinking "hold on, who dictated what's 'normal'? It was said to me that I should be concerned that "people would laugh at me in a mocking way". I said " sure I've been dealing with that since I put out my first album! I've no problem with that". "and anyway, who do u mean?" "People I've been with who don't know I know you have been mocking you". I'm like "so?" Then yes it was said to me that "14 years from now" my children would be damaged emotionally because I wrote openly and crudely about sex. I reject that entirely. My children are extremely intelligent, open, un-ashamed and silly, funny people. And there is no subject at all that they would not or do not discuss openly with me. and they will know very well I did not actually shag an un-peeled banana. I merely said so for giggle-ment. But if I had I would have no shame in saying so as I don't buy into shame about anything to do with sex which is not abusive or non- consentual. This was the same as had happened on the phone with the poor Late Late researcher. Amnt I 'mad' for being open and crude about sex. I've found the most difficult thing in my life to manage is being the kind of woman I am in the kind of Ireland we still are and will be til our grandchildren are lucky enough to get rid of us so they can have fun. Now I'm gonna say something which is another 'forbidden'.. I have often and still often struggle with suicidal feelings when I am subjected to this 'mad' Sinead O'Connor business. It's is wrong. Degrading. Insulting. A breach of my human rights as I see it, and most disrespectful. And also dangerous as it sends a signal to other women and girls that they must fit into old Ireland's 'norms'. Which were never actually 'normal' certainly when it comes to sex. I'm a very strong woman. But I am also over-sensitive by nature of what I do for a living and I, like every other human on earth am a kaleidoscope of sometimes glorious, sometimes agonising contradictions. I wrote on twitter on my way home from the visit as I was crying my face off that I have been so traumatised over the years by this treatment of me as if I'm a mad-woman it has often made me wish there was a way I could die without my children knowing it was on purpose. By choice I would rather not live in Ireland. But am here because it is what is best for my children. If Ireland wasn't still in the grip of the dregs of theocracy a woman like me could live here happily. Without disrespect or humiliation. So. To explain what this person kept referring to as my 'behaviour' (as if I'm a child and not a 44 year old woman). I was very depressed when my marriage broke up. I kept it well together at home, but when I was away working I was crying all the time. I had to stop in the middle of a song in Romania because I started crying. I really was very sad. Mainly at feeling I'm a horrible person who should never curse a poor man again by going out with one. Which is how often people feel when a marriage ends. I woke up one day about a month ago and decided I had done enough crying and i was sick of being negative about myself and it was time to take that doctor's advice from Nothing Compares 2 U and try to have fun no matter how. So I wrote about sex. In a jocular fashion. Making something funny out of a subject which was painful on my mind. I had fun. And from the moment the piece was published I had nothing but fun. I laughed and smiled, I forgot all about my marriage. I forgot all about what a supposedly horrible person I am. I forgot to bash myself around for being sad or horrible. I became funny. I found things funny. I met funny people over the net and twitter. I wrote more. I enjoyed writing. It got more and more mischievous the more the 'normal' people were taking it seriously. Tweets which were obviously jokes were reported as serious and that amused me. Yes. Because I am amused by adolescent toilet humour as is every other person remotely connected with music. Anyway. I'm not dead. Nor will I be til God gets me. Neither am I mad however, and I'm not going to place myself in the company of anyone who is going to try that 'squinting windows' 'Magdalene' mentality on me. The reason I am not nor will be dead by my own hand, is that I say when I feel suicidal. I get bashed for that too. Which is just stupid. "oh you shouldn't let people know you feel that way they'll think you're mad and this that or the f*****g other..." " and it's bad for ur children". F**k that! What's with all this shite we're not supposed to say? Whether sex or suicide.. As Yeats I think wrote in some poem of his.. How can we recover from what we can't remember? Well how can we recover from what is not talked about openly? There is no shame in feeling suicidal. Nor in anyone knowing that wave passes over you sometimes. No one should be judged badly for however it is they choose to make their cry of help. I am not at all sorry that I wrote what I did on twitter. It was a cry for help and help was received. So it was worth it. I have no shame around the fact that I can be shot into suicidal feelings by certain people's treatment of me. I am no different to any other person, I therefore act as I believe any other person should be free to. As I said earlier, I've been scoffed and mocked and laughed at and derided and treated like a lunatic for so long it doesn't bother me enough to stop being me. Yes it makes me wish I could either not live in Ireland or die. But it doesn't make me try to be something I'm not in order to get people to stop abusing me. I'm not going to try squeezing into a round hole when I'm a square peg. I always tell my daughter God put her on earth for one reason alone and that is to be HER. And I tell her it doesn't matter what anyone says she should be, not even me or her father, or brothers or anyone. Her only God-given duty is to be the precious, priceless and singular soul that God made her. Even if sometimes it hurts. A lady I know often says to me "sometimes saying yes to yourself means saying no to someone else". I drill that into my Roisin as well, as I did with Jake (24) and will with Shane (7) and Yeshua (4). And I will drill it into their children too. I have two large crates of newspaper cuttings I have kept for my future grandchildren concerning all that has happened regarding 'the church issue' in Ireland in the last 3 years. All reports, associated documents, letters from popes etc.. And a tiny few of escapades their granny got up to. The one cutting I'm proudest of and I can't wait for my grandchildren to be old enough to see is the headline from a fort-night ago which read "Sinead admits sex with popular fruit was messy". Because it's funny and stupid and silly and nonsense. Too many people forget how important it is to be silly. Well.. When I get depressed or suicidal from now on, I'm going to use humour to get myself out of it. So now, the funny story I promised you. A story of Ireland if ever there was one. One of my best female friends has a sister who was married all her life to a proper arse-hole who took a job in Copenhagen for a few years when the kids were grown up and came home once a month or so for a few days. One week-end he came home. Spent the week-end shagging his missus and then announced that he had a woman in Copenhagen and wouldn't be coming back again to his wife. Needless to say she was wrent, but after some time she met a man and fell in lust/love. At this time she was 68. One night an ambulance had to be called because she had had a suspected heart attack during a lurve-making session in the first days of the affair. The hospital ran test after test and could find no evidence of a heart attack or any other health problem and for days just couldn't figure out what on earth had happened to her. Finally a psychologist and a heart doctor sat with her and by the time they'd finished quizzing her they reached the conclusion that in fact she had had an orgasm! The poor woman had never in 40 years of marriage to the idiot husband, had an orgasm nor even knew what one was. Welcome to Ireland.
17.09.11
Pieta House
There is an organisation in Ireland called Pieta House and they provide services for people feeling suicidal or those concerned for suicidal loved-ones.
17.09.11
Open letter
Open letter to all people in who occassionally feel suicidal, or think, or have acted suicidally, including that really annoying Sinead woman that won't just shut the fuck up and stop making people feel uncomfortable.. #angrymobfromsimpsons
Dear Precious U (including Sinead)
Why would 'God' want u to beat urself up for wanting to die? Don't allow anyone near u who, when ur with them u feel bad about u. U haven't died. And that's what matters to God.
"God is close to the broken hearted." And 'God' doesn't judge.
I don't reckon 'God' is a he or a she.. But an 'it'. A spirit. I only base my feeling on what I've read about near-death experiences.. Where everyone has sensed an un-conditionally loving 'presence' , tho' they didn't know what to call it.. So they said either presence, spirit or being.
Whatever it is, I dunno, but I know its arms are around us all but more especially those who are broken-hearted and as any parent's arms would be. 'God's love is impossible to corrupt.
I can't remember the name of this movie but it wuz huge when I wuz young.. Started with sweep of footage of the universe. And when it got so u cud see the earth u could see the sun above it and its light shone over the top of the earth and it looked like a person hugging and holding earth. That's what it fuckin looks like. That has to count amongst many proofs there really is a 'God'
Step A to feeling better about ourselves is prayer. I know, ur thinking "ok.. Buttfucking" now "God?" Yes. Apologies. Am a hideous sinner. But also other things.
Next.. Slowly 'weed your garden'.. As in.. Get rid out of ur life anyone or anything that makes u feel bad about u. Doesn't matter who or what they are. If u feel bad about u when u been around them.. Don't be around them.
If u knew u had a week to live, who and what would u want around u? And who or what would u not? Well.. We gots to live life like we wuz dyin' tommorow anyways. Cuz.. "U won't' know the hour which I come".
Hindus, whom I reckon 'get it' spiritually speaking.. Believe (as far as I think from my miniscule glimpsings)if we kill ourselves we have to fuckin come back another time! Or more! For more lives!!! Nah fuck that shit! I'm staying in this life so I can stay with old 'God' forever when I get there.
I do believe suicide is a sin. Because u may as well have murdered every one who loves u even remotely. Including 'God'. And we all have people who adore us.. Even if we think we don't.
Its a lie too, suicide. It doesn't solve your problems. It only makes them infinately, un-countably worse. Its a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Which brings u a whole rake of new karmic problems. Its selfish. And shit. So.. Let's not do it.
BUT Its ok to FEEL suicidal. That is most definately neither a sin nor a sign necessarily, of madness. Its quite normal to feel that way sometimes.
And its not only ok but MANDATORY
u SAY when u feel suicidal and ask for help.. And anyone who criticises u can fuck off so they can for themselves and is only afraid of their own 'madness' .
People who express suicidal feelings are least likely to act on them. anyone who gives u the remotest bit of shit for expressing suicidal feelings is a wanker and is to be politely asked to permanently vacate your precious company. Even if its ur mudda-fuggin Mama.
We all have to support each other along the way maybe..make interweb spaces where we can speak to someone if the wave comes over...
Its only a wave.. It goes away.
What stops people actually killing themselves is being able to express suicidal feelings without being treated like shit for doing so. .
Maybe there already are such services, apart from Samaritans I don't know of any. Samaritans are fucking A-MAZING tho' in my experience.
If anyone does know of support services in Ireland other than nut-houses and psychiatrists and drugs (DO NOT STOP MEDS BCUZ I SAID THAT.) where people can maybe have a cup of tea.. Etc... Or phone services where people in mid wave can be helped by people who 'get it' and won't judge
16.09.11
Revised advert for boy (man) friend.
Having at first in humour used words like "hump" , "banana", "yam, "aubergine" and "difficult brown" when advertising to find boy (man) friend I have attracted only the type of men I might catch crabs from even purely by e mailing them, so I now wish to make a clearer advert concerning exactly what it is I seek.
1. A man not under 44. NON-NEGOTIABLE
2. Has to live in Ireland. NON-NEGOTIABLE.
3. Preferably Dublin or Wicklow but other counties will be considered due to appalling desperateness of shit-uation.
4 Has to actually be single. NON-NE-FUCKING-GOTIABLE
5. Preferably sterile. (The lady doesn't want any more pregnancies)
6. VERY physically affectionate. NON-NEGOTIABLE (the lady needs lots of affection and will reciprocate. The lady HAS a lot of affection and wishes to give it)
7. Funny. (The lady is funny)
8. Eccentric. (The lady is a looper)
9. Interested in and capable of sex at least once a day.. (If the lady feels like it).
10. Sexually must be very loving, cuddly, affectionate, sweet, funny, and also reasonably filthy. (The lady is all of the above and will absolutely reciprocate)
11. There must be a LOT of kissing before during and after love-making (The lady likes kissing).
12.. Must provide me with Fry's chocolate cream bars (NOT a euphemism for anal sex) at least once a week and do all he can to ensure the Fry's people never go out of business. (The lady loves Fry's chocolate creams. Crunchies, peanut m+ms, and chili-chocolate may be substituted if Fry's are sold out)
13. Re-iterate.. Has to be blind/mad enough to think I'm gorgeous.
14. Has tell me I'm gorgeous at least ten times a day. (The lady will reciprocate)
15. Re-iterate.. No Nigels. NON-NEGOTIABLE
16. Re-iterate.. No hair gel. Hair dryers, or general hair faffery. NON-NEGOTIABLE
17. Must be hairy. No waxed or buffed need apply. NON-NEGOTIABLE. ( bald heads are however, acceptable as the whole man looks like an erection. Especially if a tiny 'eye' is painted on top of head)
18. Must be stubbly. ABSOLUTELY NON-NE-FUCKING-GOTIABLE
19. No after-shave. This ruins the delicious smell of stubble. (The lady LOVES stubbly man-smell and beard rash)
20. Must be employed NON-NEGOTIABLE. Re-iterate.. No vehicle clampers.
21. No pierced nipples.
22 No addictions other than sex, cigarettes or coffee (the lady loves all three)
23. No jealous psycho exes NON-NEGOTIABLE (the lady has had enough of those)
24. No homo-phobes. NON-NE-FUCKING-GOTIABLE
25. No 'right-wingers' of any kind.
26. No accountants (boring)
27. No stamp collectors (flaccid)
28. No Knob-cheese.
29. Must, when lady is 'moody' or 'cross' dis-arm her with love-making. This is the secret key.
In return, the lucky man chosen will be given the vast quantities of love, affection, kisses, cuddles, sweet-nothings whispered in ears, friendship, support, encouragement, compliments, and most importantly, regular sweet and filthy, loving sex.
The lady is a woman FULL to the brim of love and affection. And un-happy at not having a man to give it to. So if u are out there please hurry. I'm lovely. U want me. U deserve me. I'm worth it. Oh.. And I smell really good too. And am a CHAMPION cuddler and giver of tenderness.
13.09.11
Man search: The funniest response to the 1st Sunday Independent article where Sinead mentioned truck humping
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12.09.11
Currently in Ireland there is a battle being fought between The Vatican't and the people who have given their full backing to our Prime Minister and Justice minister in order to make it a crime for a priest hearing confession by a perpetrator of sexual crimes against children not to report that perpetrator to the police. The Vatican't stance on the issue is that confession is private and perpetrators are entitled to be protected by the seal of confession. And that under no circumstances whatsoever should that seal be broken.
This of course continues the Vatican't's arrogant belief that they should be entitled to live by their own laws and not the laws of a sovereign state (by the way, should u have time to read various treaties u will see the Vatican't is NOT a sovereign state though it claims to be ) These are the laws which created the circumstances wherein thousands of children were raped, tortured and abused decade after decade after decade and perpetrators were not only protected but in fact sent from parish to parish, country to country, where they continued their crimes and countless children who should have been protected were not. All this while Arch-bishops (see Hoyes) wrote letters of congratulations to bishops who did not report child molesters and rapists to the police. At no point has the Vatican't ever apologised for these cover-ups or endangerments of children. Yes they apologise for abuse. But not for cover up. And still arrogantly defend their cover-ups.
There is one very simple question, the answer to which would solve this issue immediately. " what would Jesus do?". Every baby in the street knows that Jesus Christ, who was in fact an anti- religious character (study the gospels. Anti-religious was his raison d'etre) would drag the perpetrator immediately to the police, resisting the urge to immediately cast him to the bottom of the ocean with a "millstone around his neck".
Every baby in the street knows Jesus Christ would never have sanctioned any type of cover up of sex crimes against children. Nor would he sanction the sickening attempts made by the Vatican't in the last two years, to cover-up the cover-ups.
Had Christ been the person who had received the first allegation there would never have been one other case of abuse again. The Vatican't are showing time and again nothing but mocking and blasphemous disrespect of Christ, whose body is and was those children who were ravaged. may I add that it is a blasphemy for the Vatican or indeed anyone else to call themselves Christ's representative. Christ has never needed a representative thank u very much. Christ IS the representative.
No person who had any sense of there being a God who sees all could consider behaving as the Vatican't delight in behaving. We the people want those at the top to walk out of the Vatican't and hand us back our church. Your relationship with Satan is more important to you than Christ and do not think there are not those who can see who and exactly what you are. We want you out of our church Satan. And we want our beloved Christ released from your hellish bondage.
The gospels make very clear it is a crime in God's eyes to "blaspheme against the Holy Spirit".
Consider yourself condemned Mr Ratzinger, and your co-horts.Your days are numbered and your pit prepared.
11.09.11
Today's Irish Independent piece - un-cut
When I mentioned 'de-trogging' last week in reference to my beauty
preparations for appearing on the Late Late Show I was unfortunately
remiss in that i did not explain what a 'Trog' actually is. A
'troglodyte' is a monstrous gorilla-like creature so large, hairy, foul
smelling, puss covered and generally revolting that he or she would make
the ugliest Yeti in history look like Angelina Jolie. I am a trog. That
is how I recognise trogs when I see them.
I am now sitting in my hotel room in Lisdoonvarna. Arrived here
yesterday around 4. On the way I thought I better buy condoms for my two
male nannies ( it's the mother in me) and myself (in the extremely
unlikely event) so I ran into a services somewhere near Clare. Had
quite the lengthy discussion with the young lady behind the counter as
to which to which were best to go for. I could sense those in the que
behind me were feeling a tad shocked as the conversation between myself
and the young lady was quite loud cuz she was easily seven feet away
from me. And neither she nor I were embarrassed.
There was the usual half foot long line of options ranging from 'this
won't work at all' to 'u may as well be locked in Ghadaffi' deepest
bunker and yer lover passed on to heaven thirty years ago for all you'll
feel. I haven't used condoms for years so I asked the girl which she
thought best. "well they're no good at all if you want to feel alive"
said she regarding the 'extra safe'. "Take these" the Durex Pleasure
max. Ribbed AND dotted! "To stimulate u both". How could I refuse? For
it would mean I wouldn't really have to make much effort myself in the
stimulation department. It being the case that if I had any chance of
'pulling' it would be at 5 in the morning most likely and I'd be too
tired to bother moving around much.
There was a story in papers on Thursday which is unprintable in this
paper. This story is regarding what was referred to as a "popular
fruit". And linked me romantically with same.
These accusations are of course absolutely scurrilous. Funny. But
absolutely not true at all. Honest. Myself and my nannies read it on the
way here and oh how we laughed at what is definitely (but consequently
un-printable in this family paper) THE best 'Sinead O'Connor' headline
ever. Ossie Osbourne and Alice Cooper can move on over out 'the way.
This little Irish fecker has stolen your crowns.
So we get to our (really lovely) hotel. We enter our rooms. Luke, Jamie,
my friend Anthony and myself. There are fruit bowls in each of our
rooms. Mine had straw-berries, apples and grapes.
Later I wondered for a laugh, did the guys get the 'popular fruit' and I
didn't. Guess what? That's exactly what happened! My basket just quietly
displayed not that scandalous item. Theirs did.
Which is kind of the symbol of how we're getting on down here. My friend
Anthony is married. But Jamie and Luke of course are single, and
desperate to meet gorgeous young Irish ladies.
By nine last night they had been dancing for hours with old ladies. And
really loving it. But they aren't 'here for the beer'. So we went to see
the match-maker Willie Daley.
We enter a cove in a hotel bar. The Walls are warm cream (ooops! Didn't
mean that) and believe it or not, strewn with images of bollock naked
ladies. Not as old-fashioned as I'd imagined. Sadly no pictures of naked
men.
They take instant polaroids of the 3 of us. We are given forms to fill
out. Name. Address. Occupation. For that I put Goddess. And the end of
the form were four lines where we were asked to describe what we were
looking for in a prospective match. I thought four lines two inches long
each was very challenging. But I suppose at this stage two inches is all
I can hope for.
When we discussed later what each of us had put I again experienced the
difference between what way men and women view 'romance'. I saw a tee
shirt in New York years ago. It said "Making love, what my girlfriend
does when I'm fucking her." (liam if u cant use the word 'fucking' will
u substitue something that makes it obvious thats the word? Otherwise
point of the joke is lost) That is so how it is. So on my four lines of
describing the kind of boyfriend I would like I put he has to. Be funny.
Be snuggly. Be eccentric and have stubble. Jamie put big boobs, nice
arse, and intelligent.
The polaroids are attached to the forms and I'm pleased to report I
didn't look like a total pig. Well, I looked like a pretty enough pig as
I had lip-stick and mascara on. All the while there had been a man
lurking in the corner. Willie Daley says to me "this is the man I think
you'd like".
Oh God. No. I mean a sweet man but oh my God. No. Problem? Too normal. I
nearly dropped dead on the spot so I did.
I'm frightened of 'normals'. I will often write about it. It is an
obsession with me for you see ' normal' is a very contagious disease. He
was wearing a grey suit and the nearer the came toward me the more
'normal' I began to feel. I said I was going for a fag with me mates and
ran as fast as my legs could carry me back to my hotel.
In the bar Jamie and Anthony and Luke and myself met up again. Some
pretty young ladies Jamie and Luke met earlier Turned up and despite
there being boyfriends Jamie swore to us that this one lovely lady was
his. I have yet to find out if the prophesy came true. Horribly then, a
long line of really trog-like old men looking like they were nine years
pregnant began to form behind Anthony. I was facing them so Anthony
couldn't see them . They were winking and grinning at each other and
hitching up their trousers as if to say " we're in here lads'. Oh My
God.
Recently because I am a genius I realised if I pretend I am on the phone
I can get out of 'Sinead o connor' situations I'm uncomfortable with so
I employed that tactic and wandered out of the bar talking to my phone
saying " I'm not really talking to you I'm pretending to talk to you
because the cast of deliverance is in the bar licking their lips at me
and I want my mummy."
Anyone's mummy.
So. What do I do? There can't be only trogs here. They're all really
old. I didn't see one man near my age that looked pork-able. Am
beginning to feel I should abandon search altogether and try couple's
counselling with my vibrator. You see I got bored with it. I've lost the
one I really like somewhere in the house. Am terrified the dogs are
gonna find it before I do.
I think I will call off the man- hunt and instead update my vibrator
collection. And perhaps investigate other sex toys. Its very tricky when
you're famous you know, to just walk into Miss Fantasia and buy yourself
a load of buzzers. So I'm behind the times. I need guidance officer, as
to where and how I can attain these precious items without it being in
the Sun.. " Sinead buys 9 foot drill-do?
Anyone who can supply me either with actual vibrators and/or toys or
with the knowledge of how to attain same please e mail me I am hoping now that I could attain many of such
items and review them by blog.
09.09.11
I would like to clarify the sex with the banana took place twelve years ago.
This means I'm well douched and good to go.
09.09.11
funny story involving vegetables and sex
thanks to Martin who sent it
The police arrested Patrick Lawrence, 22 year old male in a pumpkin
patch
11:38 p.m. on Friday night.
On Monday, at the local magistrates court, Lawrence was charged with lewd
and lascivious behaviour, public indecency, and public intoxication.
The suspect explained that as he was passing a pumpkin patch on his way
home
from a drink at the Pig & Whistle when he decided to stop...
"You know how a pumpkin is soft and squishy inside, and there was no one
around for miles or at least I thought there wasn't anyone around" He
stated
in an interview.
Lawrence went on to say that he pulled over to the side of the road,
picked
out a pumpkin that he felt was appropriate to his purpose; cut a hole in
it,
and proceeded to satisfy his alleged need. 'Guess I was really into it,
you
know?' he commented with evident embarrassment.
In the process of doing the deed, Lawrence failed to notice an
approaching
police car and was unaware of his audience until wpc Brenda Taylor
approached him.
It was an unusual situation, that's for sure,' said Taylor. 'I walkedup
to
Lawrence and he kept banging away at this pumpkin.'
Officer Taylor went on to describe what happened when she approached
Lawrence .
I said, Excuse me sir, but do you realize that you're having sex with a
pumpkin?
He froze and was clearly very surprised that I was there, and then he
looked
me straight in the face and said...
A pumpkin? Oh Shit ..... is it midnight already?
This was in the Northern Echo. The title of the piece was "Best Come Back
Line Ever."
07.09.11
cyber-dating
Having investigated 'cyber-dating' for a month I've decided it isn't where I'm gonna find 'that special someone'.
The match-maker at Lisdoonvarna has assured me that despite my giving the universe the impression my 'batty' is anyone's for grabs, in actual fact I jest and want an actual real live proper boy-friend (he's good this fucker) and he reckons he can fix me up. Don't say I said this right? But I think we're into a bit of a 'Hello Dolly' situation, so someone told me, who's in 'the know'. The match-maker wants me for himself! The poor man. He should run as fast as his little legs can carry him!
All any us girls are gonna find on net is shags.. And sher after one or 2 you'd be like.. "Fuck off now please". Isn't that right girls? Unless u actually 'like' him. Which means HIM. As a person and a friend.
I do talk all kinds of adolescent shite because it amuses me to do so. This is because I work in the music
'bi'-neh' and we laugh at anything which looks like sausages and we can't enter germany because we are banned for always pissing/crying/laughing in eateries because all there is on the menu is "huge sausage".
We sneak bananas and carrots and other pulse vegetables surrupticiously into each other's handbags backstage. These will be found later by recipient and giggled at. And probably peeled and eaten. Except in the case of myself.. As I'm a bit 'over-sexed', in the style of most singers I believe. Ok look.. I'll come clean.. I shagged a banana once. It was really very messy. I concluded God had made bananas for a better purpose. As indeed he had my 'gee' ('Gee' is Irish for vagina by the way. Not to be confused with Indian cooking butter or 50cent's record label.) What can I say? I was desperate.
What I'm trying to say is.. Internet aint boyfriend material. So.. Me go match-maker an we see. He says there does be farmers down there aint been near a woman for yrs so I'm not to find if there's a bit of the oul 'popping' rather quickly.
Luckily I am a woman who would be most flattered by 'popping' at whatever stage. The earlier the better really for the flattery of my (ginormous) ego.
So no one else need apply by net.
Will keep u all posted daily by twitter and the site... How I'm getting on.
And remember ladies and gentleman.. If u ARE thinking about sex...just once.. Try it up the Josh. Just so u can rule it out like. But guys.. Please remember, Sinead is 99.99999% 'vaginally preferenced'. But the odd 'bark-up-the-wrong-tree' was rarely balked at.
L8er All-fuckin-gator! X
06.09.11
Luke and Jamie
These are Sinead's male nannies.. Jamie (left) and Luke (right). They will be coming to Lisdoonvarna match-making festival with Sinead this friday til monday and are seeking innocent young Irish ladies to corrupt. Luke is 25 and Jamie is 26. They will be sending a small 'biog' later and perhaps some more fotos. Any interested ladies (in Ireland) who will not be attending Lisdoonvarna but are 'interested' in Luke or Jamie may e mail them.
05.01.11
Late Late show
Watch Sinead at the Late Late show (02.09.): http://www.rte.ie/tv/latelate/
(at the end of the show after about 1:36:00)
04.09.11
info on Ireland's month long matchmakeing festival 'Lisdoonvarna' which started on 2nd September.
By Nick Bramhill
Thursday, August 25, 2011
HE IS the last surviving link to a more romantic Ireland that is, if not
dead and gone, certainly long on the wane.
But veteran matchmaker Willie Daly is celebrating his most successful
year since he first started introducing couples half a century ago.
The third-generation matchmaker and farmer said 237 couples he's brought
together have walked down the aisle in the past 12 months, a record.
Clare-based Willie, 69, once feared demand for his old-fashioned
services would vanish, particularly during the Celtic Tiger years and
the explosion in internet dating.
But he said the downturn has triggered a surge in love-hungry singletons
queuing up for his tried-and-tested prescriptions for romance.
And Willie, who still uses the family's tatty 100-year-old diary to
conjure up love matches, said his reputation has even spread to the Far
East, where more frustrated singles have started resorting to his
traditional techniques.
"It's been a very good year, in fact it could have been the busiest and
most successful I've ever had in terms of marriages. I've counted up 237
of them in the past 12 months, with many of those over here, but a good
few abroad too.
"There's even been marriages in places like Singapore and the
Philippines, where word has been spreading about my services.
"I put a lot of it down to the recession, because people are more
desperate to get married than ever before because of the security it
gives them.
"The first thing a lady might have been interested in a few years ago
was how the fella looked. But most of them now wouldn't even mind if
hadn't a full set of teeth or if his hair hadn't seen a wash or a brush
for a while, so long as he had a bit of money.
"The first question they want to know now when they ask me to find them
someone is if he's working or unemployed."
Willie reckons that women's decreasing pickiness is great news for
lonely bachelor farmers who, he says, have their best chance in decades
of bagging a bride at next month's matchmaking festival in Lisdoonvarna,
a 200-year-old event which has become Europe's largest singles party.
He said the stability and lifestyle farmers present to the opposite sex
means they are more in vogue than ever before.
"A few years ago the bankers, architects and engineers were top of the
list. Now, for the first time in a long, long time, it's the farmers.
And that's the way it should be, because the festival was first started
by the farmers arriving in town to look for love."
Although Willie - who insists on being present to introduce couples on
their first dates - has handed over most of the running of the festival
to his daughter, Claire, he said he will attend the month-long festival,
to weave his magic once more.
"It looks like it's going to be very busy. We're benefiting from people
taking staycations, as bookings are a good bit up on last year. And I'm
looking forward to it.
"There's nowhere else in the world like Lisdoonvarna in September.
You'll see dancing all day and fellas proposing four or five times by
the time the day's finished."
One high-profile celebrity who could be fighting off the farmers is
singer Sinead O'Connor, who said she is planning a trip to the festival.
The festival will run from September 2 to October 3.
04.09.11
Regarding applications for the unspeakable joy of being Sinead's boyfriend. Please do not apply if u are not living in Ireland. Boyfriends are people u can watch tv with.
04.09.11
Radio Nova
At 7pm tonight I will be chatting with Barry Egan on irish radio nova. www.nova.ie will have it also. Some trax from new album too.
03.09.11
more giggle-ation and chortle-ness from my column at Irish Sunday Independent
Friday night. I'm sitting smoking in dressing room 4 at 'Or-Tee-Ee'. Keeping the executives and Ryan out as don't want anyone seeing me ' til I look pretty, which will be in approximately forty years. We're still waiting on the diggers and fork-lifts.
Of course because wasn't poor Ryan God bless him only trying to tear down the door of the dressing room to get at me. But I said not until full 'de-trogging' has taken place. And I can tell you it's been a VERY long time since I was 'de-trogged' so we still don't know (as of now, 22.10 ) how long it will take or if it will at all be successful. If not I shall go on with a brown paper bag over my head.
I have my specs with me. Am debating should I wear them. If I don't I won't spot any 'possibles' in the audience or crew. If the question should come up "Why was she looking all over the place like an eejit?" She was checking the 'possibles'.
Stephen the stage manager has just knocked at the door to ask "Do you need to avail of our make-up facilities?" I've told him which is true, that at this moment (22.15) I am already glorious.
Not once that I ever had face done at RTE did leave the beauty room without stifling mortified tears. Pretending i like it. "Yeah yeah thanks.." Then RUN to the toilet desperately trying to wash it off. Which was hard in Gay's day because the toilet paper in the dressing rooms was tracing paper. Say what you will about Pat Kenny, when he came into power the dressing room toilet paper became soft and I am happy to say that as of this moment tonight, it remains soft. A wise move on the part of RTE. One doesnt want itchy risks when trying to be seductive in an interview situation.
My terror of the RTE make -up department is based on my having been the victim there too many times of crimes against foundation colours specifically. I have too often been the silent witness of many is the crime done to the faces of other women. The colours lurking in RTE bags are from 1973.
Inspired by them years ago in my mind for amusement I invented 'The Make-Up Police'. You could be done for crimes against make-up. You could be clamped for having on orange foundation. Ticketed for crimes against lip-liner (dark outline, pale inside) Your make - up bag swept and seized for inspection. And an analysis of your entire psychology be made. If you have not up-dated from orange to actual skin colours by x date you will have to hand in your brushes and sponges. And a file will be sent to Alan Shatter who will decide if a trial by jury is necessary and or an immediate custodial sentence.
On the advice of my beloved friend Anthony we have sneaked in his friend Aisling in a potato sack. She is a fantastic make- up artist and she has now, from the neck up made me gorge-licious. It's now 22.22. Still wearing trashed White shirt and black pants I wore at picnic though so I look like my head has been super -imposed onto a picture of a fairly butch lesbian.
Not many people know I have tattoos. And I'm wearing a strapless dress. I have words in red on my forearms. People sometimes shriek " Gott im Himmel!!!! Vot heff you done to yourself?" thinking I'm a cutter. I don't want to be another twat explaining their tattoos. So hope Ryan doesn't ask. (in end he didn't. Hurray!!!) . Petrified now. 22.29. I will be on in half an hour. Got to get me nipple tassles on. Will check in briefly after the show.
Home now. Went swimmingly. Managed to mention vibrators and Estonian escort agencies without ever having intended to. Let me tell you the tiny town of Tallin in Estonia has hundreds of male escorts and Ireland has like three and one of them has to be flown in from the U.K! And they aren't at all hairy. No. Not good enough.
Ladies having conducted 'extensive' investigations I conclude that the old fashioned month long matchmaking festival in Lisdoonvarna (kissdoonvarna?) is the answer to our problems. the place will be crawling with decent old fashioned hairy men as desperate as us for the safe smooch.
Being old-fashioned they may at first out of pure politeness protest, but from what studying I've done I conclude the whole lot of them down there are only praying every moment of their lives to be corrupted by twenty-first century women. I myself will not go because all the men would want me as I'm so uber kiss-elicious. So it just wouldn't be fair on the other ladies.
03.09.11
Electric Picnic
I would like to clarify that I absolutely did not ban photographers from electric picnic set. Whoever did certainly did not run it by me.
Like all singers I am extremely vain and full of self-importance.. I therefore love photograpers in pit during gigs.
I am sorry that photographers were disrespected and sorry the impression was given that it was me doing the disrespecting.. Photographers have a very tiring and boring job and I would never mess them about.. Again I apologise for the way they were treated, but it was not by me.
03.09.11
RTE
I really want to thank everyone at RTE for being so lovely last night. They made the whole experience very safe and very fun.. So.. Big respect to RTE from me.
01.09.11
Late Late show.
I've spoken just now with the GORGEOUS Ryan Tubridy and will definately be appearing on Ireland's Late Late show, where we will hopefully create much giggle-ment..
01.09.11
open letter to Bob Dylan
Dear Bob,
3 questions..
1..
Please can I sing Licence To Kill with u and Mark Knopfler when you play together in Dublin in October? As Infidels is my favourite album ever and I'm quite a good singer. Even if I do say so my self.
Being selfish and a demanding diva I was hoping u and Mark would play and I would sing... wearing a miniscule army camoflage teeny-keeny... (Not really.. All strictly kosher
2..
Can I be your harmonica? I am asking this because I really want to be your harmonica. But I promise to behave unless u don't. If I can't be good I'll be careful.
3...
In the event my dying wish (see question 2) can't come true, Can u perhaps introduce me to any un-attached Zimmerman men from 44 yrs old on?
You have set an un_reachable standard in me.. For what a man really is.
Am assuming of course that u wud never be interested in one so 'insane' as to write u a love-letter, and assuming u must be well covered with women...
I promise I'm slightly prettier than in the ABC news split screen of before and after.. I was having a bad hair day.
Hugh Heffernan has now offered me a million dollars to do the cover of playboy. Every girl's dream.. This is because I am monumentally gorgeous. Contrary to popular belief based on zero recent 'sightings'.
I will implore the equally 'lurve_starved' ladies of influence at ABC news to sneakily switch photos so u can see me in my ACTUAL sexual gloriousness. So worry not. I'm well fit sir.
Anyway.. Please let me sing wiv u + mark because that album was, is and always will be the full roots of my heart. Kisses from Jesus all over it.
Yeah and Mark's pretty delicious too.. But not as much as u obviously. But if u don't fancy a quick one would u ever ask ol' Mark what he reckons? In the dark I think he could pretend I'm gorgeous... If I put a few bags on my head...
My preference if u are unattainable would be to meet your middle - aged male relatives please.
31.08.11
Late Late show
This friday I was supposed to appear on ireland's Late Late show. Sadly I have had to pull out as, during the course of the conversation with the(male) researcher I was asked a number of questions which I found rude, patronising, insulting and disrespectful and which wounded me enormously and showed me it would not be either a safe or respectful environment in which to place my precious self.
I value myself too much to allow myself to be so disrespected, patronised, and treated like a 'crazy' person.
I'm sure the show will claim they weren't disrespectful, rude, insulting and patronising, and will do the usual 'oh she's a crazy woman imagining slights which weren't there. They were there and I can honestly say that I have now as a result of that conversation an enormous physical pain in my heart.
It is sickening to have it suggested by anyone that I am 'insane' for talking openly about sex. The researcher said to me that since I suffer from depression do I not think its insane behaviour to be talking publicly about sex.
While it may be called rude, inappropriate, naughty, silly, adolescent etc to talk rudely about sex, it is outrageous to call it 'insane'. THAT is insane.
It is extremely chauvinist and patronising to ask me, a woman of 44, what does my brother, the author Joseph O'Connor think of my 'behaviour'.
I will never as long as I live, consider appearing on the late late show again. And I might add that no apology or act of respect has been issued by either the presenter of the show, nor any one in a leading position on the show.
I am tired of all this 'sinead is crazy' crap. Its a disgrace. It has caused me enormous pain in my life as an artist and has many times led me to consider ending my life. Thankfully I have four beautiful reasons not to. Those are my precious children.
But no woman should have to walk around feeling like someone has driven a tree through her heart.
I can honestly say that is how I felt since my conversation with the Late Late researcher.
If anyone connected with the Late Late show had even the remotest thought that my having fun and talking about sex was a symptom of a mental illness then it would have been very exploitative of them to have me on the show as some crazy performing monkey.
We are still the same old squinting windows Ireland, the type which had women like me in industrial schools. When u start to feel good about ur self, sure enough someone will come and stomp all over your heart with their steel-toed docs, and tell u u deserved it. We are a country which should be spelled without the letter 'O'.
28.08.11
Sinead's follow-on piece from last week in todays Irish Sunday Independent. (un-cut version complete with all references to buttfuckery which were inappropriate for publication by a family newspaper)
For the confused, before we begin the article may we explain, Ryan Tubridy is an Irish tv and radio presenter upon whom Sinead has quite the little crush cus he's VERY fuckin snuggly. He hosts Ireland's largest chat show The Late Late Show. Hands off ladies. He's mine. Until either Dave Chapelle, Adam Clayton, or Robert Downey Junior come to claim me. I jest, I jest. He is far too sensible to be dealing with a crazy mudda-fukka such as myself.
Enjoy. Have fun. Laugh. And above all. Contemplate anal sex now and then.
"An Open Letter To Ryan Tubridy"
Baby, I'm supposed to write a follow-up to last week's plea for a man, not a yam, but I'm so inundated with offers that I'm holed-up (sorry) in Planet Of The Apes, the only beauty parlour which will take me, and even then only round the back door in the middle of the night, but then I like a bit of that now and then don't I?
I must say, my greatest amusement this week is that on this day last week I had 3 followers on twitter. since I mentioned anal sex I have almost 2000!
The funniest question I was asked this week was " arent you insane to talk about anal sex in public?" Answer? No! Rude? Yes. Bold? Yes. " inappropriate? Arguable. But insane? Why THAT'S insane!
I have received and accepted Ryan, your kind invitation to appear on next week's Late Late show 'fresh' from my performance at electric picnic. I respect you for the sense of humour it shows.
I promise to behave like a lady unless you kiss me and then i can only promise i will melt and the ESB will have to shut the whole country off for the night and a day or so after.
Fear not though, for I have employed my own Lebanese security team to keep me off men and they will have your back at all times. As well as taking business cards from any and all interested men in the studio be they panel, audience or crew.
Am wondering, in the meantime would you be a doll and do some explaining for me this week? Because baby you speak ' normal' AND nuts. That's why youre so special.
Also am writing in case your people miss my people on the phone between now and friday you will have the story straight from my own glorious mouth which is at present awaiting an implant. Stop that Ryan Tubridy you bold thing. I mean of the dental variety.
Please will you try to make the 'normal' people understand that anyone even remotely connected to the music business are so because we are intellectually and emotionally unsuitable even for criminality.
We are morons with 16 year old adolescent senses of humour, which are only made worse by attention being paid. We are as children whose unwanted behaviour should be ignored.
I want you to clarify for all who may be concerned that Sinead is in fact 99.999% vaginally oriented but has experienced the odd shall we say 'bark up the wrong tree' and immensely enjoyed it.
Apart from that and an as yet un expressed desire to get royally rogered while wearing nothing but stilletos, by a man wearing a regular business suit which she could clime all over, and an intense enjoyment of light to not especially painful spanking, is as "kinky" as the girl gets.
My father often said affectionately of me when I was a child " you could bring her anywhere twice. Second time to apologise. Never a truer word was spoken and it's what I want as my epitaph.
I did once ask Alan Shatter to spank me. Years ago. Cuz he's a ride. And no
I don't think it's inappropriate to sexualise our politicians. I think it's most appropriate we should. They should feel good going to work. If i was Alan or Enda today being discussed in such terms by a fine filly like myself I'd be very flattered.
Of course Alan turned me down. As sensibly, did Adam Clayton (the only do-able one in the band). I wonder if he'd known I would have let him in the tradesman's entrance would he have stopped to think about it for a millisecond.
Ryan, I'm the kind of woman who is unfortunately terminally unsuitable for the role of wife or girlfriend. I am accursed. But I have begged God, that while he rightly banishes me from good men like yourself or Robert Downey Junior or Adam, could he salvage me a few from the section in-between guys like youse and guys like the one this week who because he is living with the mother of his children offered me " a once off experience which will guarantee you years of masturbatory material and will involve you crying in pain and being humiliated in a corner" Yikes!
I don't want my not being suitable wife or girlfriend material to mean I never again get kissed so much that I have to go around the whole next day with fat lips on me, giggling like an idiot, mad from being rogered so hard all night and me voice ruined from screaming.
I don't want to never again have to wear a polo neck to hide love bites from my daughter so she won't know I love sex. I don't want to never be snuggled. Or told I'm gorgeous. Or have no reason to shave my legs.
I don't want to never bury my nose in a stubbly man's face again. I want the end of my nose red raw from sniffing smelly men's stubbly faces. I want my whole face and neck sore from stubbly men sniffing me!
But I need to finesse my requirements based upon this week's responses to my plea.
I want to 'make lurve'. Sweet and filthy LURVE. With sweet and filthy men. If u don't have both sweetness and filth don't apply. I want 'sweet lurve' with music on. Say it again Sinead .. Like u really mean it this time.. I WANT TO BE LURVED STUPID BY SWEET FILTHY MEN WITH MUSIC ON. Ok? We clear? Ahem... Good. Now I wanna know what music you'd lurve me with.
Im revising the language from ' humping' to 'lurve' because humping became misleading. Am a bawdy thing alright on twitter etc, and a joker, but in fact secretly I'm quite a good girl. Just naughty enough. And I wanna be 'lurved'
Any man wishing to make a case for himself must be between 38 and 55 (that's cus Ryan is 38) un attached, and aware that he WILL be dumped at the drop of a hat if either Ryan, Adam Clayton, or Robert Downey Juniour stake a claim.
25.08.11
ALL applicants will receive replies but since there are literally hundreds of applicants it may take a few weeks for me to respond to each one.
24.08.11
campaign resumed
Sadly the chosen winner of the quest for man has revealed pregnant girlfriend. Therefore the campaign is resumed for anyone who is interested in applying...
Must have sweet heart and filthy mind.
24.08.11
Search called off
Search called off for now. Suitable man found. Hands down winner. No competition.. Thank you again to the sunday indo..
That position has been filled by an extremely sweet, kind, very respectful, considerate but absolutely FILTHY minded, un-inhibited RUDE sex maniac named John. and no.. I don't mean John Waters.
24.08.11
Andersons Pub
Calling all sex starved Irish ladies. You have been cordially invited to contact detatch@gmail.com he runs a pub near carrick on Shannon where he says they have regular singles nights and he says the place is full of gorgeous, kind, safe, sweet, and desperately sex -starved hairy men and would I please ask you all to contact. You can see the pub's website at www.Andersonspub.com or on Facebook it is Andersons thatched pub.
23.08.11
I've been repeatedly asked will I 'do anal sex'. Let me make it very clear.. Any man I contemplate has to be into anal sex.. It was a family paper so they wudnt have printed it but let me now take time to make VERY clear that yes I 'do anal' and in fact I would be deeply unhappy if 'doing anal' wasn't on the menu, amongst everything else$$ So if u don't like 'the difficult brown'.. Don't apply... I've had reasonable complaints from lesbians that they have been excluded. This was terribly remiss of me and I would now like to make it clear that women will also be very much considered. As will Brians and Nigels.. Since there were complaints there too.
22.08.11
Matchmaking festival
A Matchmaking festival called Lisdoonvarna which runs for a month from sept 2nd. It's full of hairy sex starved fellas and the best fun in the world...
20.08.11
IS SINEAD ABOUT TO HUMP HER TRUCK?
The man who runs my site will protectively suggest I may want to visit the bathroom for a few intimate moments and a subsequent cold shower before deciding to post this on the site but I will of course ignore him as it's too late now and the her-moans are having the best of me.
I recently read of a woman in America who married and regularly humps her truck. I don't yet own a truck but I'm beginning to understand her head space. And am worried I too may be so desperate for sex that within days I might run up the road and hump Bray Cab's whole fleet in one hour. Forty quid clear-up afterward. Can't say fairer than that. Except maybe a photo for their web-site. Which would be fine.
My shit-uation sexually/affectionately speaking is so dire that inanimate objects are starting to look good as are inappropriate and/or unavailable men and/or inappropriate and/or unavailable fruits and vegetables. I tell you yams are looking like the winners. I actually do know a woman who is a performance artist from America. I have a photo of her being escorted arm in arm by two uk police man onto a plane back home cuz she humped a yam in the middle of her show. I just know that's going to happen to me if I don't take drastic action.
Needless to say what I do for a living makes it hard for me to find men that only want me cuz they like my (legendary) arse. Yet I am in the peak of my sexual prime and way too lovely to be living like a nun. and it's VERY depressing.
So I've been pondering on whether or not I should join some Irish dating agencies. Of course if I did it would end up in papers so I may as well save myself the registration fees. Besides which a friend of mine uses dating agencies and half the men actually have wives.
Am in desperate need of a very sweet sex-starved man.
He must be no younger than 44.
Must be living in Ireland but I don't care if he is from the planet Zog.
Must not be named Brian or Nigel.
Must be blind enough to think I'm gorgeous.
Has to be employed. Am not fussy in what capacity generally but vehicle clampers need not apply.
Leather trouser- wearing gardai, fire-men, rugby players, and Robert Downey-Junior will be given special consideration. As will literally anyone who applies.
I like me a hairy man so buffed and/or waxed need not apply.
No hair gel.
No hair dryer use.
No hair dye
Stubble is a non-negotiable must. Any removal of stubble would be upsetting for me.
No after shave.
Must be very 'snuggly'. Not just wham-bam.
Must be wham-bam.
Has to like his mother.
Has to like his ex and or mother/s of his children.
14.07.11
cloyne report
both of these links will give access to the cloyne report which is the just issued report into sexual abuse by clergy in the catholic diocese of cloyne in ireland. on justice.ie, the link to the report is on the right hand side of the page. on dcya.ie, the link is immediately visible.
any and all readers of this report should be very aware that it relates to the how the church handled abuse cases in cloyne AFTER 1996 guidelines were put in place by catholic church relating to how cases of abuse should be handled. this is the KEY and most relevant point of the cloyne report. the report was unpublished until now as there were cases pending.
17.05.11
tour dates
the acoustic shows are as follows;
wed. june 22; the national palace of culture, sofia, bulgaria.
fri. june 24; the international house of music, moscow, russia.
sun. june 26; the glav club, st petersburg, russia.
sat. aug. 13; paimpol festival, paimpol, brittany, france.
mon aug 15; paradiso, amsterdam, holland.
tues aug 16; rivierenhof, antwerp, belgium.
thur aug 18; summerstage festival, basel, switzerland.
12.04.10
"The Times They Are A-Changin'"
Sinead performed Bob Dylan's "The Times They Are A-Changin'" live. You can find it here.
The new album 'How About I Be Me (And You Be You)?' is now available to pre-order now on various formats including a Limited Special Edition CD book version.
The Limited Special Edition hardcover book features the album on CD, a bonus live CD recorded in Dublin, London and Reykjavik and a DVD of exclusive video content. The book itself contains lyrics, sleeve notes by Sinead, Joseph O'Connor and John Grant, exclusive photography and an artwork poster.
As an addendum to (Nov 23) Irish Independent article I would like to say the following concerning my remarks on Bono and Geldof and the general silence on the part of major internationally successful Irish musicians on recent major events in Irish history.
