I grew up in a flats complex in the liberties, Dublin. In the late 80s, early 90s my father like most had a shrine to Elvis in the corner of the sitting room. He would comb his hair into the Elvis novelty mirror on the wall, that was my first introduction to music. As I hit my teens, to make some money on the side I got my first job working as a lounge boy in my parents local boozer. I remember my first night helping the musician in with his amp, the pub was quiet as he set up. Then the customers started to casually fill up the room as the sounds of the music echoed onto the streets outside. A room filled with people singing along, having the craic and I tell ya the craic really was 90. I remember saying to my mother "I want to do that, I want to make people sing, I want to have someone comb their hair into a novelty mirror (maybe I didn't say that)". But that was it, I was hooked on music.
Working in a pub for 18 years has giving me a wide range of musical influences, from the three aul boys in the corner singing Dubliner songs, to the woman who always put her name up on karaoke to sing Karen Carpenter. The manager who gave me an album by someone named Bruce Springsteen and told me it would change my life (which it did). The art student that dropped in for his afternoon soup begging me to go listen to Bright Eyes. All the musicians that played the thousands upon thousands of songs each night would give me their playlists at the end because they got sick of all my questions when they finished. And of course my brothers collection of Jimi Hendrix, The Smiths, Radiohead, Arrested Development and the million others.