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haggishlyhagging · 5 months

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Women were also regularly employed in brewing, at least as much as men. Medieval peasants drank rather a lot of small (or low-alcohol) beer and ale. In the tenth-century Alfric's Colloguy, which records theoretical dialogues between a teacher and his students, one young man states, "I drink ale, usually, if I drink at all, and water if I have no ale. . . . I am not rich enough to be able to buy myself wine: Wine is not a drink for boys or fools but for old men and wise men." By the late medieval period, in brewing centers such as České Budejovice, from whence the name Budweiser comes, beer was being made on a large enough scale that it was being exported to Bavaria.

Medieval people desired to drink beer and ale not because water was unsafe, but because farmwork is extremely hard. Small beer and ale added additional calories to their daily uptake in an enjoyable way. Although the wealthy were probably able to procure professionally made and imported beers, most people, especially in the earlier medieval period, made their own ale or bought it from nearby producers. Ale was brewed primarily from barley and did not include the hops of beer, which meant it could not be stored for long before going off. As such, those who wanted ale had to be constantly brewing it to ensure a steady supply, making brewing a very common cottage industry. Women who brewed for their families would often brew excess for sale, allowing them to bring in a bit of money. Because brewing was a craft that could be learned at home, women could be employed as brewers in larger commercial breweries.

We find women in the brewing trade consistently: records show them paying taxes on their gains from brewing, and registering with the authorities who oversaw standards. When someone performed below these standards, they were frequently written up, so we can find the women who were not meeting them. The Durham Court Rolls from 1365 record that Agnes Postell and Alice de Belasis were fined twelve denarii for selling bad ale, about the equivalent of two days' work for a skilled craftsman. Similarly Alice de Belasis was separately fined two shillings, or the equivalent of five days wages, for poor-quality ale, which a court proved had no strength at all. Punishments for brewing bad ale could range from fines to ritualized humiliation. In England, the Domesday Book first recorded the use of the cucking stool (which would become the ducking stool in the early modern period) in Chester to punish those who sold bad ale or ale in incorrect measures. They would be forced to sit in a chair out side their home and be jeered at by locals. Fourteenth-century Scottish laws noted that any alewife who made "evil ale" was either fined "eight shillings" or placed in the cucking stool, a nod to women as the primary brewers in the region who could face the largely gendered humiliation as a result.

We also learn of women in the brewing profession through records of accidents. For example, one coroner's roll indicates that at around noon on October 2, 1270, Amice Belamy was carrying a tub full of gruit, an agent for flavoring ale, with Sibyl Bonchevaler at her work in Lady Juliana de Beauchamp's brewhouse in Staple, Eaton Socon. As they went to dump the gruit into the boiling vat of beer, Amice slipped and fell into it and was trapped by the tub that fell on top of her. "Sibyl immediately jumped towards her, dragged her from the vat and shouted; the household came and found her scalded almost to death. She was given the last rites of the church and died on the day following. This harrowing story reminds us what a physically tasking and dangerous job brewing, especially in large quantities, could be.

This episode is also interesting because the two women were working for another woman, and a lady at that, Juliana de Beauchamp. Brewing was commonly associated with women across class lines, since the brewhouse is listed as belonging to the Lady Juliana. All in all, during these years a woman was just as likely to be brewing ale as a man, if not more likely in some instances.

-Eleanor Janega, The Once and Future Sex: Going Medieval on Women’s Roles in Society

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grusinskayas · 4 months

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Obviously Vivien did not simply say “I don’t love you any more” as if playing an ace; the suggestion is that it was said in the context of a longer conversation reflecting on their position, as couples who have been together for over ten years might well do. The centre of gravity in the Vivien/Olivier relationship had subtly shifted, certainly. It may not have seemed to Vivien ten years earlier in their first flush of careless rapture but much as Olivier loved Vivien he loved acting more. (…) The ambition to be – and remain – the stage’s greatest actor still blazed, if anything more fiercely. For their joint appearances, chivalry dictated that Vivien be billed first but in his mind Olivier took second billing to nobody. No wonder his friend George Devine, who understood him well, told his third wife, Joan Plowright: “Marry him if you must. But don’t act with him too often or he will destroy you.” Vivien too was ambitious but she loved Olivier more than any role. What had changed was the feeling that she was not – and perhaps never could be – equal in his eyes. LOP [Laurence Olivier Productions] bore his name alone; she may have been on its board of directors (and her earnings vitally helped underwrite the venture) but she was there, as she totally understood with no objection, as something beautiful for Korda, Clark, Sargent and the others to appreciate during their meetings, all of which would rubber-stamp whatever Olivier wanted to do. The likely scenario on that spring day lunchtime at Durham Cottage – if indeed that was the right place and time – was that Vivien, always fundamentally unsentimental, was redefining the equation of their marriage rather than delivering any fait accompli, something which Olivier could not help himself from dramatising (three decades later). She had certainly not ceased to love him – she never would – but for a variety of reasons (not least the difference in their sexual drives – Olivier acknowledged that he could find it difficult to be an athlete in the bedroom as well as on stage) she had come to love him in a different way but certainly more – much more – than fraternally.

Dark Star: A Biography of Vivien Leigh by Alan Strachan

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praisesatanitsfriday · 2 years

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Throwback to an autumnal prebends cottage #durham #durhamcity #durhamriver #dslr #nikon #d3400 #photography #landscape #countydurham #photographer #river #riverwear #daysout #walks #england #europe #traveler #bridge #explorer #walks #riverwalk #picture #green #durham #winter#durhamcathedral #photooftheday #prebendscottage (at Prebends Bridge) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChpWGQ0IX0i/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Street Address: Barningham

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County: County Durham

Zip Code: DL11 7DW

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Business Description: The Milbank Arms, Barningham - A delightful Yorkshire Dales pub with accommodation and a delicious, locally sourced food & drink menu. A traditional Yorkhire Dales pub with accommodation, serving locally sourced food in the heart of the Yorkshire Dales village of Barningham. The pub is an historic institution which has served the local community for at least 325 years. Recently renovated we offer guests boutique standard accommodation in one of our 6 individually designed bedrooms or self contained holiday cottages.

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michaelelvidge · 2 years

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Up at the family cottage since Friday, didn't take many photos, and some of them didn't turn out. The first photo is the pond with water lilies and the second is a well or spring on the property, it has water in it and an opening on the side with water running out of it haven't seen it since I was kid.

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124daisies · 10 months

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Thatch Mires, St John’s Chapel

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northeastjobs · 3 months

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Caretaker

Durham County Council are seeking to appoint a Caretaker at Selby Cottage Childcare Centre Contract Type: Permanent | Working Pattern: Part time | Salary: Grade 1 £22,737 per annum pro rata to hours worked | Advert End Date: 28/01/2024 23:59 | http://dlvr.it/T1VPfp

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grantgoddard · 3 months

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Life in a Northern town … for a Southerner : 1982-1984 : Peterlee, County Durham

My car would be going nowhere. All four of its tyres had been slashed during the night. It had been parked on the street below the block of flats where I lived. This was not the first occasion. The same act of vandalism had occurred a few months earlier. Why did someone hate me so? I had done nothing to antagonise anyone. My only crime was to be me. But it was enough merely to be a Southerner living in Northeast England. As soon as I opened my mouth, my accent gave me away. I was caught in the crossfire of a worsening class war between the London-based Tory government led by Margaret Thatcher and Northern working-class populations she and her cronies seemed determined to destroy.

I had already encountered similar antagonisms elsewhere in County Durham. A few years previously, sharing a student house in Sherburn Village, four of us ventured into the nearby ‘Cross Keys’ pub, ordered drinks and were told we would have to be served in the adjacent ‘saloon bar’. While the ‘public bar’ was filled with local men’s chatter and a jukebox, we were ushered into a bleak tiny side room where we had to sit in a line on a wooden bench affixed to a wall as there were no furniture or amenities … and no other customers. Although it was our ‘local’, I never returned.

Our miner’s cottage in Sherburn was within a long terrace backing onto an alleyway where coal would be delivered weekly into backyard bunkers. Coal supplies were essential to heat ‘back boilers’ behind living room fireplaces that warmed radiators and water. We soon found that residents would steal it from their neighbours’ yards during the night, despite the fuel’s cheapness. One night a thief even broke in and stole some small items from downstairs while we slept. After I described to the police the designs of several T-shirts I had lost, a constable knocked on the door of an adjacent house visible from our living room window, only for it to be answered by a teenager wearing a top matching my description. Rather than rob from the rich, the poor tended to rob other poor people … or incomers such as us.

Now I was living eight miles further east in Peterlee, a post-war ‘new town’ whose ‘masterplan’ had never been finished, so lacked basic amenities such as a national supermarket outlet. On my initial visits to pubs there, I had been ‘welcomed’ in one of two embarrassing ways: either a never-ending wait to place my order at the bar where I was apparently invisible to staff; or, after placing an order, my drinks were never served. The only place in Peterlee where I could complete a simple beverage transaction was the deserted bar in the town centre plaza that had to tolerate ‘outsiders’ like me because it was attached to the one hotel.

Why was I living in Peterlee? Having unsuccessfully applied for dozens of vacancies, it was the one job I had been offered, working for a mediocre salary at a mediocre community arts project funded by the Arts Council. In retrospect, I suspect I may have been the sole applicant. The post was accompanied by a council flat in Peterlee, not a particularly valuable perk as there was no waiting list for council accommodation in such a miserable town where few would choose to live. My top-floor two-bedroom flat appeared unoccupied since it had been built decades earlier … and I soon found out why. Winds blew so strongly off the North Sea, visible on the horizon, that the pilot light for the water heater was almost impossible to keep alight.

This was the first unfurnished property I had rented so, for the next two years, I lived in that cavernous flat without a chair, sofa, table or bed to my name. Initially I would sleep on the bedroom floor, but it proved so cold and uncomfortable that I had to order a mattress to be delivered. I still had to sleep in my clothes, a winter coat, hat and gloves because there was no central heating. I had hung my clothes in the tiny walk-in bedroom closet but belatedly found that mold spreading from the icy cold walls had ruined most of them, necessitating their disposal. I owned no kitchenware so I drove to the nearest A1(M) motorway service station and purloined some metal cutlery, some of which I still have with its engraved ‘Grenada’ logo.

The previous decade, my mother had given me a cube-shaped black & white portable television to use at university. This and a basic hi-fi system, my first (and last) acquisition on hire purchase, were my only forms of entertainment on that bleak housing estate. When I played music, the elderly woman living downstairs would bang on her ceiling for me to cease because the building’s construction was wafer-thin. I recall being sat alone cross-legged on the floor of my bitterly cold flat, watching the harrowing television drama ‘Boys From The Blackstuff’ and crying my eyes out during all five episodes. Was I feeling sorry for myself, forced to live in such austere conditions and working at a dismal job that barely kept my head above water? Was I upset by what the British Film Institute describes as the programme’s “tragic look at the way economics affect ordinary people”? A bit of both.

I may have been a Southerner but I was hardly the ‘enemy’. I had attended university only thanks to a ‘full grant’ received from Surrey County Council. I owned a tiny Datsun Cherry car, purchased with my grandfather’s help, only because it was the sole means of commuting to a summer job in 1977, taken to support my struggling one-parent family. Before I took this job in Peterlee, this car had been parked unused on a quiet side road as I could not afford its road tax and insurance. I had experienced austerity first hand. But working-class attitudes in Peterlee baffled me. Families would replace their three-piece suites with newer models every two or three years and dump their perfectly usable old ones on the grass verge outside their council house as a symbol to their neighbours of their supposed prosperity. Ostentatiousness was deemed positive, demonstrated by families’ living rooms I visited filled with gaudy tat but with sofas still wrapped in plastic. Compared to them, I had almost no material possessions. It was my accent alone that made me the enemy.

I was by no means the only target of local anger. Days before the start of the academic year, a school near my flat was burned to the ground by children. Graffiti and arson were commonplace. Coalmining was the dominant industry, even after nearby Blackhall Colliery had closed in 1981, having employed 2,000 at its peak. The adjacent Easington Colliery remained open for now but its 1,500 miners were under threat. At the industry’s peak in 1975, coalmining had employed 37,000 in Northeast England alone. However, in February 1981, the Thatcher government had announced the closure of 23 pits nationally. Over the following three years, the industry’s workforce was reduced by 41,000 across Britain. The National Union of Mineworkers balloted its members twice in 1982 and once in 1983 to consider a national strike. In Peterlee, the prospect of a confrontation between miners and the government elevated local tensions.

My eight slashed tyres were a tragic and costly consequence of these developments, having only afforded to insure my car for ‘third party, fire & theft’ incidents. To ameliorate my financial problems, I advertised rental of the vacant second bedroom in my council flat. A young woman agreed to take it but then used the room merely to occasionally sleep with a married man twice her age. After several months, she disappeared with rent arrears and without removing her few possessions. I was back to square one.

Watching the nightly news, it was evident that the moribund local economy would turn even more disastrous as the conflict between government and miners escalated further. It felt as if I might then be in even greater personal danger. After two years working for the town’s community arts project, I realised that this type of work was not my life’s ambition. I had recently enjoyed helping a tutor at Sunderland Polytechnic establish a pirate radio station transmitter on the building’s roof, a reminder how much I missed working in radio, the career I had desired since childhood. It had been three years since my last paying job in the radio industry and I began to appreciate that, if I did not persist in seeking such work, I might be considered too long away to re-enter the workforce. It was the hardest decision I faced to give up the Peterlee job, after having already been rejected for so many other jobs since 1980.

I decided to temporarily move back to my mother’s house 286 miles to the south. I was sad to leave the amazing young people with whom I had worked in Peterlee to establish the town’s first music venue, promote local bands and release music. I had also initiated and secured government funding for a community project that employed a dozen people at the town’s Community Centre. However, my two years’ work seemed unacknowledged by the project’s management committee, the local council or Peterlee Development Corporation. One morning, I crammed all my possessions into my car, but sadly had to dump my complete 1969-1976 collection of ‘Blues & Soul’ magazine outside the front door of my flat as there was insufficient room. To this day, I miss perusing their fascinating pages.

As I drove the long journey south, I reflected on my two largely wasted years in the badlands of Peterlee and recalled the lyrics to the 1978 recording by reggae band Aswad, expressing their experience living in the land of their birth: “I’m a foreigner … and a stranger”. Having spent a total of seven years living there, I harboured no desire to return to County Durham.

Postscript. Following the 1984-1985 miners’ strike, Easington Colliery finally closed in 1993 with the loss of 1,400 jobs. Presently Peterlee reportedly suffers the highest crime rate in County Durham.

#career #Grant Goddard #Peterlee #Peterlee Community Arts #Sherburn #work #job #durham #community arts

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antonio-velardo · 5 months

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Antonio Velardo shares: $450,000 Homes in Connecticut, North Carolina and Pennsylvania by Angela Serratore

By Angela Serratore A one-bedroom cottage in Ridgefield, a four-bedroom bungalow in Durham and a three-bedroom condominium in a 1896 building in Pittsburgh. Published: December 6, 2023 at 05:02AM from NYT Real Estate https://ift.tt/Zd9BjPO via IFTTT

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thecountryplace · 7 months

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Creating Lasting Memories: Upstate Family Reunions at The Country Place Resort in East Durham

Introduction :

Family reunions are a cherished tradition, and finding the perfect location to bring everyone together is essential. Nestled in the heart of upstate family reunion in East Durham, New York, The Country Place Resort offers an idyllic setting for upstate family reunions. In this blog, we'll explore why our resort is the ideal destination for creating lasting memories with your loved ones.

I. The Importance of Family Reunions :

Family reunions are more than just gatherings; they are moments to celebrate the bonds that tie us together. These special occasions offer a chance for relatives of all generations to come together, reconnect, and create cherished memories. Selecting the right venue is crucial in ensuring that the reunion is a resounding success.

II. Why Choose The Country Place Resort for Your Upstate Family Reunion (Approx. 100 words):

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Comfortable Accommodations: Our cozy and spacious rooms and suites provide a comfortable and inviting atmosphere for your family members.

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lodgesatwestedges · 7 months

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Do you want to enjoy a spacious Durham student apartment, cottage, or townhome in a setting offering a complete lifestyle, including a 24-hour business center, community clubhouse, and more? The Lodges at West Edge is top-quality student housing serving the University of New Hampshire, just minutes from the UNH campus. Designed in a way you want to live, The Lodges at West Edge offer a full set of amenities, like: Residence Features: Choose from a cottage, townhome, apartment, or duplex; 2 and 4 bedroom floorplans; single bedrooms; all private bathrooms; Modern kitchen with stainless steel appliances, per-person contracts, and roommate matching. Community Features We Offer: game room with TV and kitchen; 24-hour business center with printing; grilling stations; free on-site parking and bike storage; on-site management. Call or click today! Find out more about The Lodges at West Edge by visiting https://lodgesatwestedge.com/ or calling 603-755-6625 with questions. We are eager to hear from you.

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brookstonalmanac · 9 months

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Beer Events 8.1

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Westmalle Brewery brewed their 1st beer (1836)

First excise tax on U.S. beer enacted (1862)

Conrad Binding bought the Glock Brewery (Frankfurt, Germany; 1870)

Carson City Brewery sold to James Raycraft & Frank Golden (Nevada; 1890)

Schmitt & Schwanenfluegel incorporated (1892)

Imperial Brewing brought English brewers over to brew Ales & Porters (Minnesota; 1901)

Szesztilalom ended (Prohibition, Hungary; 1919)

Michelob Dark introduced on draft (1981)

CAMRA introduced the Cyclops system to classify real ales (2006)

HopUnion merged with Yakima Chief (2006)

Berlin court ordered breweries to stop advertising beer as good for peoples’ looks and health (2011)

Breweries Opened

New Zealand Breweries / Steinlager (New Zealand; 1958)

Burton Bridge Brewery (England; 1982)

Bayern Brewing (Montana; 1987)

North Coast Brewing (California; 1988)

Appleton Brewing (Wisconsin; 1989)

Columbus Brewing (Ohio; 1989)

Durham Brewing (England; 1991)

Babe's (Iowa; 1993)

Jet City Brewing (Washington; 1993)

Rio Bravo Restaurant & Brewery (New Mexico; 1993)

El Dorado Brewing (California; 1994)

M.J. Barleyhoppers Brewery & Sports Pub (Idaho; 1994)

Black Horse Pub & Brewery (Tennessee; 1995)

Garretts Mill Brewing (Ohio; 1995)

Mill Brewery, Bakery & Eatery (Alabama; 1995)

Only the Best Brewing (Colorado; 1995)

Silk's Grill & Brewing (Texas; 1995)

Chez Gambrinus (Canada; 1996)

Commonwealth Brewing (Massachusetts; 1996)

Du Claw Brewing (Maryland; 1996)

Great Southern Brewing (Tennessee; 1996)

Howe Sound Inn & Brewing (Canada; 1996)

Lavoie Brewing (Wyoming; 1996)

Pints Pub & Brewery & Freehouse (Colorado; 1996)

Top of the Hill Restaurant & Brewery (North Carolina; 1996)

B.C. Brewing (California; 1997)

Brown Cow Brewery (England; 1997)

Cigar Band Brewing (Texas; 1997)

E&O Trading Co. (California; 1997)

Faust Brewing (Texas; 1997)

Harper's Brewing (Michigan; 1997)

O'Hara's Brewpub (Minnesota; 1997)

Rarotonga Brewery (Cook Islands; 1997)

Speakeasy Ales & Lagers (California; 1997)

Wild Onion Brewing (Illinois; 1997)

Buckwoods Brewing (Canada; 1998)

Cottage Springs Brewery (Wales; 1998)

Dr. Hops Brewery (Idaho; 1998)

Ellis Island Casino (Nevada; 1998)

Fourth Street Brewing (Iowa; 1998)

Morro Bay Brewing (California; 1998)

Old Hat Brewery (Michigan; 1998)

Willow Street Brewery (California; 1998)

Alcazar Brewery (England; 1999)

Minocqua Brewing (Wisconsin; 1999)

Pumphouse Brewery (Canada; 1999)

Saint George Brewing (Virginia; 1999)

Augusta Brewing (Missouri; 2000)

Paradise Brewery (England; 2000)

Rosen Brewery & Restaurant (California; 2000)

English Ales Brewery (California; 2001)

Island Brewing (Canada; 2001)

Spanish Peaks Brewing (California; 2001)

Laughing Dog Brewing (Idaho; 2005)

#Events

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my-chaos-radio · 9 months

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Release: July 20, 2016

Lyrics:

So if I stand in front of a speeding car

Would you tell me who you are, what you like?

What's on your mind, if I'd get it right?

How I love that no one knows

And these secrets all that we've got so far

The demons in the dark, lie again

Play pretends like it never ends

This way no one has to know

Even the half smile would have slowed down the time

If I could call you half mine

Maybe this is the safest way to go

We're singing

Heya heya heya heya

Heya, heya heya

This is the safest way to go nobody gets hurt

We're singing

Heya heya heya heya

Heya, heya heya

You go back to him and then I'll go back to her

So if I stand in front of a speeding car

Would you give your little heart?

Say the word?

Due to just me and you

This way everyone will know

'Cause these secrets all that we've got so far

The demons in the dark, lie again

Play pretends like it never ends

This way no one has to know

Even the half smile would have slowed down the time

If I could call you half mine

Maybe this is the safest way to go

We're singing

Heya heya heya heya

Heya, heya heya

This is the safest way to go nobody gets hurt

We're singing

Heya heya heya heya

Heya, heya heya

You go back to him and then I'll go back to her

So if I stand in front of a speeding car

Would you tell me who you are, what you like?

What's on your mind, if I'd get it right?

How I love that no one knows

These secrets all that we've got so far

The demons in the dark, lie again

Play pretends like it never ends

How I love that no one knows

Advertise my secret

I don't really need it

I know you can feel this

So advertise my secret

I don't really need it

I know you can feel this

So advertise my

Advertise my secret

We're singing

Heya heya heya heya

Heya, heya heya

This is the safest way to go nobody gets hurt

We're singing

Heya heya heya heya

Heya, heya heya

You go back to him and then I'll go back to her

Songwriter:

If I stand in front of a speeding car

Don't know who you are

Heya heya heya heya

Heya, heya heya

You go back to him and then I'll go back to her

Dan Devane / Sorcha Durham / Paul Flannery

SongFacts:

Walking on Cars were a four-piece Irish alternative rock band from Dingle, Ireland.

The band was formed in 2010 by five school friends. The group started out performing in small pubs and clubs in their hometown of Dingle, County Kerry. In order to fully focus on their musical careers, the five rented and locked themselves in a house on the Dingle Peninsula. There they wrote their first pieces and immediately recorded demos. "The house we rented was a pretty old cottage where we had no TV, cell phone, internet or outside connectivity," says Sorcha, "We lived there for 6 months - just our equipment and we. It was a wonderful time, the ideas literally flew to us.”

The band released their first EP As We Fly South in 2013. It was recorded at Attica Studios, Donegal and produced by Tom McFall (R.E.M., Snow Patrol, Bloc Party).

Walking on Cars at Rock im Park 2016

In 2012, Walking on Cars won the Redbull Bedroom Jam 2012 Competition. As a result, her debut single Catch Me If You Can was played on many radio stations. The song then entered the Irish charts at number 27 and stayed there for over 20 weeks. This brought the band national fame for the first time. Catch Me If You Can reached #1 on the Irish iTunes chart, and quickly garnered over 450,000 views on YouTube. The band's second single, Two Stones, peaked at number 12 on the Irish Singles Chart and well over 1 million views on YouTube.

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