HeyJaredJimmy Eadie
This Substack is where I jot down memories of bands, studios, gigs, near-misses, and the strange things that happen when you spend years chasing sound.
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24. 1993 - For No One (opens the original)
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January 1993, Adrian Borland suddenly arrived in Dublin. He was going through a serious mental health crisis. His schizoaffective disorder was bad, he was hearing voices, losing the thread of where he was. The police found him in the street and brought him into a station, he had no idea where he was. They contacted his doctors back in London. He was admitted to a hospital in north Dublin where he stayed for about two weeks. When he came out, he stayed with Dave. We organised a small gig for him
23. 1992 - Down All the Days (opens the original)
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Keith rang.“It’s over, you’re dropped. You’ll have to sign on the dole over there.”I’d always thought it was going to be a permanent situation. Get a recording contract, and keep making records for the rest of my life. Keep getting paid to do it. Eighteen months and that was it.I walked down to the dole office on Werburgh Street to sign on.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!adug!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstac
22. An Emotional Paradise (opens the original)
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We needed to start writing a new album. The question was where. Keith kept pushing for London, stay near the centre of the music industry, but what he wasn’t saying was that we’d be back in the squat. I wasn’t going back to Camberwell with no heating and junkies banging on the door at three in the morning. I’d end up on smack. “Mo, Mo, just a little bit.” “Fuck off, Jimmy.”Dublin had too many distractions, someone said, can’t remember who. We’d never get anything done there. Oh really? We only w
21. 1991 - Showtime (opens the original)
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Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war.January 1991 started with the world’s first live televised war. Tanks rolling across the desert, air strikes lighting up Baghdad every night on CNN, the whole planet watching. Smart bombs, they called them, as if there were such a thing.How could a war halfway around the world affect us, a band from the Dublin suburbs? This was going to be our year. I tried to forget what Chris had told me about recouping, and listened instead to everyone else telling us
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