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10-05-2022 02:20 PM
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Definitely the instrument of a struggling, if not starving, artist. I'm familiar with the type - my wife's Sears Stella was similar - the unforgiving fret board, flat and lifeless, the apalling action. You really had to want it bad to subject yourself to it's harms. Nevertheless, I persisted, to little effect.
I admire Joyce's persistence, and his literary works.
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He had a beautiful voice, but as bad as the guitar was, his guitar playing did not honour it.
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Originally Posted by Rob MacKillop
Rob
Speaking of JJ, did you also happen to get a photo of yourself in front of S & Co. when you stayed the night ?
Sorry for changing /stretching the subject, but that's still as cool as a story gets !
Dennis
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Sadly not. This was long before mobile phones were invented, and I certainly couldn’t afford a camera. Also, the photo of Joyce and Sylvia above is a different place. The Shakespeare & Co store moved to its present whereabouts (and where I first saw it) in the early 1950s. So, sadly, not the place Jimmy Jazz (as I sometimes call him) hung out. That makes the story a little less cool..
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Camerado!
This is no guitar;
Who touches this,
touches a man;
(Is it night?
Are we here alone?)
It is I you hold,
and who holds you;
I spring from the
strings into your arms,
into your heart ...
Adapted from Walt Whitman "So long", Leaves of Grass
John Feeley on James Joyce guitar - VeojamLast edited by Ol' Fret; 10-07-2022 at 06:00 AM.
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From the sublime to the ridiculous:
There is a young fellow named Joyce,
Who possesses a sweet tenor voice.
He goes down to the kips,
With a psalm on his lips,
And biddeth the harlots rejoice.’
(by Joyce's college friend, Oliver St Gogarty)
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While we are contributing Joyce-related poems…here’s mine. It’s starts with that image of him playing guitar in my mind:
Giacomo Sings
Sheersoft liltsong airlipped
layplucked
river runs through stave and clef
through quay and Howth
(easy now, Jamesy)
sea-scored shells crack beneath ash and leather
while salt-pocked waves sound out new shores,
and the unwaxed feather
sun-scarred
falls driftwards
Trieste
Ithaca
Dalkey
Exile
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Originally Posted by Rob MacKillop
Nah, still cool Rob !
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Thanks for that video, medblues!
I got to see that guitar in the museum at the Martello Tower in Sandycove in 2003. Here are my tourist photos of the guitar and the view from the tower.
Arrangements of Furniture
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