Jaunty Cigarette, Dave McKeown with Shibby Shitegeist by Dave McKeown published on 2011/12/30 21:29:28 +0000 This is what my daughter and I got up to on Boxing Day. Siobhan, aka Shibby Shitegeist, is a DJ and minimal techno is her thing. Her events at festivals and clubs across the UK go under the name Danzshlag and when I appear alongside I am known as Dadshlag....don't laugh!...I'm being serious. Anyway, Siobhan made all the beats here and I played whistle, clarinet, read some words and helped with the mix. The words are fantastic and worth repeating here. The old fellow in the picture is Joe Cooley, a renowned accordion player of Irish traditional music. The words come from a fantastic book by the Belfast musician and poet, Ciaran Carson. These words are describing this very picture and the reel that I play on the low whistle goes by the name of Joe Cooley's Reel. "The sleeve is Cooley's face and shoulders and the upper half of the box, the straps digging into his collar-bone, the Paolo Soprani radiator-grille Art Deco aluminium sound-plate-and-fingerboard on his right, the bellows on his left stretched in an elegant accordioned ridge. He has his jacket on. A floppy-collared shirt, a tie; a jaunty cigarette between his lips. It is a gaslight snap, blown up till all the grains show, till you are drawn in to reinvent the smile you imagine to be there behind the eyes in shadow, as you are drawn into the gas of the recording, of the mono LP hissing blackly and revolving in its shellacky crepuscular upon the turntable of an archaic Decca mahogany-veneered radiogram the size of a china cabinet, with its dog-sized speakers and dead mice inside them, after you foolishly abandoned them in the back room of the damp mouse-infested gardener's cottage that you left for where you live now".