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The Mickey Finns

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Released: Jan 1, 2009
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  • Genre: Acoustic / Folk Rock / Rock

    Location New York City, New York, US

    Profile Views: 75948

    Last Login: 7/24/2011

    Member Since 10/10/2006

    Website facebook.com/pages/The-Mickey-Finns/134

    Record Label Mankeltray Music

    Type of Label Indie

  • Bio

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  • Members

    RAY KELLY : Guitar & Vocals , MATT MANCUSO : Fiddle & Vocals , BRIAN TRACEY : Percussion & Vocals.
  • Influences

    Tom Waits, Kila, The Pogues, Manu Chao, The Clash, Jeff Buckley, John Coltrane, Levellers, Marvin Gaye, Bobby Sands, Bukowski, The Replacements, and Bob Marley: "War" Until the philosophy which hold one race Superior and another inferior Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned Everywhere is war, me say war That until there are no longer first class And second class citizens of any nation Until the colour of a man's skin Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes Me say war
  • Sounds Like

    The Mickey Finns have a unique and wholly original sound....Start with Ray Kelly’s cigarette scratched and whiskey soaked voice...add his high energy, acoustic-punk guitar. Then add the wonderboy fiddle of Matt Mancuso..a technical genius with amazing taste, licks, and a great vocalist, as well. Mix in the funky world percussion of Brian Tracey and you’ve got The Mickey Finns....Upbeat, acoustic/punk, energetic, original & traditional Irish...all with an irreverant touch. Knockout Irish Music at it’s best!!! ..............

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  • David Franks: Walkabout…

    After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on MySpace...

    Poem cum song 5 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (see my Blog for details):
    STATE TO STATE

    (TUNE:

    C F G F
    C F G F
    C F G F
    C F G F
    F G F C
    F G F C
    F G F C
    C F F F)

    From Sydney Town,
        In uni. break,
    I drove out west
        To earnings make
    Onion picking,
        On the fields
    Of Echuca,
        That year’s yields.

    After day’s work,
        From Y.H.A.,
    A group of us
        Would not delay
    To walk on down
        To the dirt rim
    Of the Murray,
        For a cool swim.

    On one such day,
        I do declare,
    Some three of us
        Had a big dare
    To swim across,
        From state to state,
    The wide Murray -
        I took the bait.

    Yes, foolishly,
        I took the bait -
    A choice that I
        Would come to hate,
    For I almost
        Did drown that date,
    Making the swim
        From state to state.

    (C) David Franks 2003

    2 years ago
  • ed mcdermott

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    CAME BY TO SAY HI AND WISH YOU WELL...ED













    3 years ago
  • ed mcdermott

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    CAME BY TO SAY HI AND WISH YOU WELL....ED















    3 years ago
  • erica goodman

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    HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY, GUYS!!! SORRY WE CAN'T COME SEE YA PLAY TODAY!!!!

    3 years ago
  • The Indulgers

    All the best in 2010! Enjoy our new video "Ceili Mor" (The Big Dance) - and stop by our web site for a FREE download of the song. The video was a blast to shoot, with everyone having way too much fun. * *  Cheers!

    3 years ago
  • David Franks: Walkabout…

    After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem, & some songs, on myspace...
    Poem 187 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse
    (see my blog for details):  
    A SOUTH SHIELDS WALKABOUT - AUTUMN 2001 

    Out of the museum-and-gallery 
    (Wiser on Cookson and the local way), 
    Down Ocean Road with, to the right of me, 
    Its eateries and, left, neat places to stay; 
    Before, on either side, Marine Parks - 
    The southern-one a most beautiful place, 
    Teeming with moorhens, swans, grebes and mallards 
    In a small lake at a scenic-hill’s base. 

    Then (holding chips from the parade’s cafe 
    And, thus, a flock of gulls squawking above) 
    Onto the South Pier I made my way: 
    Seeing seaweed over rocks - like a glove - 
    And high-and-dry sands held from transgression 
    By growth of grass and the weaving of wood, 
    Plus, in the dim light of a sleepy sun, 
    Fishing boats returning to Tynemouth’s hood. 

    (C) David Franks 2003

    3 years ago
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  • erica goodman

    Do you guys know if you are coming to Columbus in Feb.? I know last time you said you may be heading this way @ then. I just want to try to make plans for the kids if so. Hope to see you all soon!!!
    Erica O'Goodman

    3 years ago
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