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Aiden McGee

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I didn't! When it reaches a point when you say to people that it's A-I-D-A-N and they write back 'thanks for letting me know, Aiden!' it's probably just best to roll with the syntactical punches! Sorry I haven't called recently as we have had a VERY eventful time moving - will fill you in on the details when I get the chance, lots of love, Aiden (oh no doing it myself now)
McGee - May 10

when did you change the spelling of your first name? Love from his Dad (who should know)
francis fitzgerald-mcgee - May 10

Hi Matt isn't that funny I was thinking about you only yesterday. I am living in NW London and generally playing trad English folk/instrumental folk tunes at the moment rather than singer-songwriting but watch this space :)) Still writing lots but more in daily journal format at the moment as finding it hard to biff it all into song format. Are you still in NJ? You can also find me on Facebook. Have seen Figgsy quite a lot in the last four years although I have been more busy as of late (renounced seemingly eternal single man status) so haven't seen as much of him recently. Stay in touch dude, A
McGee - Jan 10

Where are you?
Matt Mansbach - Jan 10

E mail me Aidan - I miss you, XXX
Penelope - Jun 08

By way of explanation. A few people had asked for a copy of this poem so I thought I would try and flesh this site out simultaneously. Apologies for the draft copies which initially surfaced here. This poem was written during the Moriarty's heyday of the VIAC at Liverpool Road - either at the end of January or the beginning of February 2001. The root poem was by the great Wallace Stevens (1879-1955) and can be easily found on the great online.
mcgee - Nov 07

Thirteen New Ways Of Looking At A Blackbird 1 A blackbird zig-zags the forest clearing. It forgets and cannot foretell The thread of this ballet. 2 The man showed the people He was a man of the people By wearing country clothes And walking around some villages. The blackbird ignored him. 3 A man and a woman are one. A man and a woman and a blackbird are one. (Wallace Stevens) But a blackbird in a flock Precedes a trail of dots After which words and numbers Invisibly dispute the final total… 4 The cynic returns to his roots And makes up a lot of hard luck. He sulks on a hillside In front of a tree Above him branches criss-cross Where the blackbird perches. 5 At 0500 hours you had two hours Before you had to get up. Capital Radio cannot account For how you were thinking - The blackbird had an audience. 6 One January England got cold Just after Chesterfield. The freeze moved northerly As a blackbird moved From the skies to the hedgerows. 7 A thing is either a blackbird Or it is not a blackbird. And binary logic is so coolly composed It’s a wonder that nobody has tried To punch right through it. 8 He had an affair for two years. He could not say what she could not say So they were communally static. Towards the end they bought a cat That looked squarely with intent At blackbirds on the patio. 9 Doing things is our ordeal, We are confused by the many, Fixated on the one, And there is an asymmetry In the blackbird’s beak, Thin, orange, like an oboe reed, Essential to the whole. 10 But things do not link. The earth is but a country park in the nexus, Part of a list not causal; Mercury, Venus, Earth, love, Crust, core, blackbirds, hemispheres, Tesco, all waiting their turn And then something else. 11 The clairvoyant has a future For people will fall in love. But it is everything that happens Within that moment As when a blackbird blinks That the crystal ball finds so elusive. 12 There are two sides to purity. Cuckoos are bailiffs that don’t send letters Seagulls scream like affronted children Wood-pigeons morse code in cooing and excreting And rooks do a satire that makes words look… Wordy. But the blackbird potters around A little like an unobtrusive minister. 13 The summer made a joy of the afternoon The city was full of pubs with gardens And the pubs with gardens were full of people And the burbling hilarity felt justified. On the edge of it all Near some mustard fields The blackbird found a partner for life. Copyright Aidan McGee 2001, 2007
mcgee - Nov 07

Viva Viva. Competition - Solo Acoustic Artists - 2 Songs - £50 Winner takes all! Monday 23rd May. Please e-mail details if you would like to compete.    Thanks
Terry Robinson - Apr 05

Early Elvis Costello Meets Early Eleksey Sale....Absolutly    Brilliant!!
A.D.williams - Oct 04

All hail the post-dada ist folk god!he will deconstruct the universe and vomit out the glorious truth! I think he should lower his hem line a little though!
Wasertoon 3 - Aug 04

Aiden's gig at Jamie's last week was a thing of beauty. Dammit, you NEED Aiden in your life!
David Hooper - Aug 04

Yes, but in an endearing way ;0)When are we meeting up for some beer Mayfield?
McGee - Apr 04

Aiden, you are smelly.
Beowulf Mayfield - Apr 04

Dear punters, won't be gigging until the New Year and not quite sure when. Apologies for being so reticent. To join the mailing list, simply go to the e-mail above! Season's greetings, McGeezer
McGee - Dec 03

When are your next gigs??????????????
George - Dec 03

The force is with him.
Lord Vader - Jul 03

nice photo darlin!!!
tats - Feb 03

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