tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post7849239050459293689..comments2024-03-18T10:29:46.055+00:00Comments on Ken Armstrong Writing Stuff: Death Grips – The Academy, Dublin – October 2016 – An Evening We Won’t Ever ForgetKen Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-6563488962455898632016-10-18T15:49:33.115+01:002016-10-18T15:49:33.115+01:00Thanks for restoring my faith in the kindness of o...Thanks for restoring my faith in the kindness of others. Sam has a cool Dad!hopehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03306622656461205674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-36272911759987724662016-10-16T17:46:10.214+01:002016-10-16T17:46:10.214+01:00Such a heartwarming, and at the same time, heart-r...Such a heartwarming, and at the same time, heart-rending story. Sad and beautiful. Thanks for sharing it with us. It shows that there are still caring people around. And kudos to your son, who never gave up on his dream. Dreams can indeed come true - even in a different manner.Jena Islehttp://theclamorofkalinga.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-78887449962111740162016-10-16T10:49:31.391+01:002016-10-16T10:49:31.391+01:00Christ knows who said it first—it’s nowhere near a...Christ knows who said it first—it’s nowhere near as old an expression as you might imagine (it seems to have originated in the 1970’s)—but whoever it was hit the nail on the head when he (or she?) said, “Never meet your heroes.” The stories of how disappointing that can be would fill several volumes I expect. (My first wife used to tell a story about the time she was almost knocked over by a drunken David Cassidy.) The only hero I ever met became such during the meeting so I’m not sure that counts (I’m talking about William McIlvanney here) and I resisted the urge to see him in later life once he’d become a national treasure although from all accounts he remained very much the man I’d met in my teens and didn’t develop a chip on his shoulder. <br /><br />I can understand why the members of Death Grips might shy away from publicity and it’s to be commended. The trade in celebrity memorabilia is a roaring one even though oftentimes the provenance is questionable and I have an image in my head (from a film I expect) of an old and suitably ugly woman signing and kissing photos on behalf of some starlet before mailing them off to her fans. The only time I’ve ever been tempted to go down that path was when I once chanced upon a signed photo of Woody Allen in a market in Glasgow. The price was exorbitant—and I am a stingy bugger—so I passed on it. I do, however, own two signed copies of novels and both have mistakes in them. Jeanette Winterson got my name wrong and wrote an apology afterwards and Gerald Murnane got my city wrong (he wrote ‘Edinburgh’) but they’re both genuine.<br /><br />I’m sorry your boy didn’t get to see his band perform but as things turned out he’ll have an experience to tell his grandkids while he’s making them listen to their entire back catalogue and telling them, “This is what real music sounds like. Not that racket you listen to.”Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-32402148598369993872016-10-16T07:53:55.260+01:002016-10-16T07:53:55.260+01:00I love this story! Thanks for sharing it so vividl...I love this story! Thanks for sharing it so vividly! Cathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06473290054355797821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-49640857203905706272016-10-16T00:21:07.655+01:002016-10-16T00:21:07.655+01:00Thank you Ken. Thank you very much for a good sto...Thank you Ken. Thank you very much for a good story, very well told. And I love knowing that there are people like that in the world. <br />Carl IngallsAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08009590663599050573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-24743238405365822662016-10-15T22:53:38.611+01:002016-10-15T22:53:38.611+01:00Ken, what an awesome story. My teenage idols were ...Ken, what an awesome story. My teenage idols were Madness and I didn't get the chance to see them until I was long toothed and in my forties. It was still magical. I now regularly chat to Mark Bedders Bedford on twitter about when we turn our central heating on. I'm still awestruck. Good on Sam for fulfilling his dreams a lot earlier than I did. Kerrinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-74753932500718240722016-10-15T14:29:19.021+01:002016-10-15T14:29:19.021+01:00That made me cry a bit! Well done to you all! That made me cry a bit! Well done to you all! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-77781634037593237552016-10-15T14:26:13.652+01:002016-10-15T14:26:13.652+01:00Lovely story, Ken. Best, PBD.Lovely story, Ken. Best, PBD.Paul Bassett Davieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09172391833566032219noreply@blogger.com