Anoche descubrí https://t.co/8I7cCmOf3T y es una auténtica locura.
Puedes jugar a cientos de juegos clásicos directamente desde el navegador: Age of Empires II, Diablo I y II, Tomb Raider, Final Fantasy VII…
Sin instalar nada. Abres la web y a jugar.
@breiigha You’re comparing a 6 hour show in a big arena with some boring matches in the middle with a 2 hour dynamite in a small venue. Yeah ok you go all out for that chain match.
The official short film for Tony Iommi's new song "World Alone" is here ✟
This is the first single from Iommi's new solo album "From The Dark", out in various formats on 23rd October.
Watch, listen and pre-order here: https://t.co/FhjH2cwI0O
Sometimes I would wonder if Glen Hansard really existed….
Seriously, he was such an angelic presence… not otherworldly…in fact, very present this presence…
A smiling rascal if you needed him to be… this most musical and mischievous archangel of Ballymun… no airs, plenty of graces...
Of course, Glen was the shining star of the Christmas Eve busk… sometimes the only one reminding the rest of us that Christmas began with a refugee born in a manger, which is hardly a step from living on the street.
To be utterly yourself by being more interested in others - a clue for any of us trying out different personas. He really was who you thought he was. He could never walk by a person living rough without checking they were OK… and more than that, he worked very hard so that less people had to live on the streets in the first place.
When the crowds got bigger and for safety’s sake Glen had to agree to move the busk to a stage kindly provided outside The Gaiety Theatre, he would say 'we’ll give it our best but it’s not a busk if we’re not on the street!’ …because that’s who he was - a performer at eye level in any situation. The stage was a separation he wouldn’t recognize. Of all the grand and gigantic venues he and The Frames played, you sensed the street was his most favoured place to perform. And street people, his favourite audience.
Voice of the streets. A choir of angels in one man. The rest of us blessed to stand there beside our very own and very earthed Angel Gabriel… All of us welcome in his choir, whatever shape or form.
….and I’m telling myself this morning that if he never existed, then he can never cease to exist. For me, he will always be everywhere I see a coin spinning into an open guitar case.
May you rest in the peace you gave to so many.
Bono