Gritty urban realism perhaps?
I’ve just started reading The Corner, from the creators of The Wire, which I’ve just started watching. Both are gritty and urban and real. The kind of real that places some of our stuff here in Northern Ireland into context.
For more years than I can recall it has been my habit to collect concert tickets, boarding passes, bus and rail journey tickets…anything that has a location memory attached. I save these and use them as bookmarks, so it’s not unusual to pull any random book of the shelf in our home and find a place marker that adds an additional memory to that of the book.
So, the other day, when it came time to pick up The Corner, this is what was waiting for me in the drawer.
Memories of a summer spent in the US. Memories of persuading a woman I was keen on back home to queue up for me outside the music shop and who later became my wife – I like to think her willingness to do this for me helped persuade me and didn’t put her off. Of a day that began by leaving LA at 5.30am to fly to Minneapolis-St Paul and sitting on the tarmac in a sweltering aircraft beside a wailing infant. Of meeting Ade in Belfast Central, and my dad in Connolly in Dublin where he took my bags and dropped me off at the RDS. Of Bruce playing for more than 3 hours, including a stupendous version of 10th Avenue. Of coming home and sleeping for the best part of 24 hours.
And is there a better song about gritty urban realism than Lost in the Flood?
And that’s what links them all together.