Friday 20 October 2023

NEITHER HERE NOR THERE - IN THE BRONX

 I had seen him at a number of gigs in The Bronx. He always sat at the bar, up by the stage, where he could take in everything, but not necessarily be associated with us.

I was playing with Turner & Kirwan of Wexford back then, it must have been the late 1970’s.


We had a regular Sunday afternoon gig at the Archway, courtesy of Manager Sean Lynch, where we could cut loose and play lengthy tracks like Traveling People and Father Reilly Says Goodbye from our album Absolutely and Completely.


We drew our own crowd to those gigs. But this was different. We were playing a midweek night, filling in for Dermie Mac, Gerry Finlay, or one of the other accomplished showband-like groups that the Archway clientele longed for.


To be blunt, we weren’t cutting it. The crowd that remained after enduring a couple of our sets had long stopped dancing.


It wasn’t that we didn’t try, we gave it our best - three jives, three slows, with some old time waltzes tossed in - but our hearts weren’t in it.  


We’d crossed over to the dark side - playing all original music down in the Village. Besides Alison Steele on WNEW-FM was raving about us, and wondering what part of heaven we’d dropped down from?


Still, there was only one set to go when I sat down next to the guy who had been eyeing us.


He ordered a Heineken and Jameson’s and shoved them in my direction.


“I bought your album last week and must have played it 10 times by now.” He stated, without the least enthusiasm.


I stole a look at him to make sure he wasn’t a total lunatic. He seemed harmless enough, so I shrugged as if such praise was common.


“Yez have got a lot better,” he added. “Jaysus, yez were fierce bad at first.”


Such observations are hard to put a spin on, so I held my peace and took a slug of the Heineken. Late sets could be dispiriting, so I saved the Jameson’s for fortification.


“How long are you over here now, about seven years, right?”


He had hit the nail on the head, but after his earlier “fierce bad” remark, I didn’t want to give him any satisfaction.


“You know that means you’re never going back,” he took a sip from his Budweiser.


“How so?” He had piqued my interest.


“No one goes back after seven years, unless you have a young wan waiting for you. And that’s hardly the case, is it?”


When I didn’t answer he looked me in the face for the first time and nodded. “You and me are the exact same.”


To my mind we had sweet damn all in common, but he barged ahead. “You and me are neither here nor there. We don’t fit in here and we’ll never fit in at home again.”


At that point Pierce Turner coughed into his microphone to signal that our third set was about to begin.


“I’ll remember that,” I called back to him as I mounted the stage, taking care not to spill the Jameson’s.


“I know you will.” He said. And he was right.


I never saw him again, but I can summon him up at will, though The Archway and Turner & Kirwan of Wexford have long gone.


He was talking about the emigrant’s curse. After 7 years you’ve replaced Manchester United with the Mets. It’s not that you don’t still support the red devils, it’s just that you don’t know the new players, and unless you’re a fanatic you don’t go down the pub early on weekend mornings to get soused and watch the games.


Meanwhile, the “young wan” you left behind has married someone else. And you’ve been talking to your American girlfriend about saving for a house and a family.


Oh, you still cause a great commotion when you do go home, but you don’t go for Christmas anymore; besides, there comes that day when both parents have passed on, and the house or farm has been sold.


You’ve settled down, made all the right decisions and, for the most part, you’re contented with life; but you notice that you often slip beyond the thread of friendly conversation to that solitary place where you are indeed - neither here nor there.

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