1995. Leftism. A defining album in the history of modern electronic music.
No, not that Leftism, this Leftism. Connolly Books, an oasis of sanity and reason, perched precariously on the edge of Temple Bar. Since 1932, this socialist bookshop has acted as a portal for all your leftist needs. But that’s not all, books and information on history, the environment, philiosphy, gender, and the media are also to be found on it’s shelves. Oh and music, of course.
Indeed it was music that brought me into the shop in the first place, as my eyes devoured the display of classic albums in the shop window. Warmth rushed over me as I noticed a familiar green squiggle. Seconds later, I was at the till with my new purchase. “Go raibh maith agat” said the man behind the counter. “Fáilte romhat” I responded instinctively. Another warm rush. A fellow Gaeilgeoir. We did the secret handshake and spent the next fifteen minutes chatting like old friends, ‘as Gaeilge’. A hidden Gaeltacht, here in the hedonistic heart of Temple Bar. Who knew.
The man walked me to the back of the bookstore where I was introduced to his colleagues from ‘The New Theatre’ which sits at the back of the bookstore. Within minutes I went from a random stranger to first name terms with everyone. Credit must go to Mr. Cian ‘O Ciobháin and his eclectic music taste for keeping my Irish alive in recent years. And Stephen Fry. I caught an image of Jim Larkin, his arms outstretched in conviction, before leaving the shop, I realised that if ‘Connolly Books’ is anything to go by, ‘the Left’ is not so cranky after all. Full Marx.