CERTAIN
ELEMENTS IN the employ of CBS Records
seem keen to inform the press ranks that
the Shillelagh Sisters met in a toilet. A
gentlemen's toilet. Personally, I feel
this not to be wholly significant and
amusing to an even lesser degree. Still,
such is the stuff of legends... Trisha: "It
was at a party. There was a queue a mile
long outside the gals and there was
no one in the blokes' so we went in
there. We knew each other before that but
that was the first time we'd discussed a
band."
Izal. Or
rather I see.
This
debate occurred just prior to Christmas
1983. Trisha (vocs), Jacqui (sax), Mitzi
(drums) and Lynder (double bass; stricken
with a raging virus on the day of our
meeting and consequently absent) became
the Shillelagh Sisters.
Much
more recently they appeared on TVs The
Tube. A brief but courageous
shambles which, I guess, woke up a few of
the countless millions into breathless
living room shimmying.
Enchanted,
I stumbled out to see them at Camden's
salubrious Irish Centre. A packed floor,
a busy bar and the Shillelagh Sisters
were a joy. All eight of them.
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