Christy Dignam: The Melodic Maestro

Christy Dignam: The Melodic Maestro

In the summer of my thirteenth year, I found myself toiling away in my father's Finglas warehouse, nestled near Manhattans. Even with closed eyes, I can still savour the aroma of fresh popcorn lingering in the air. Assigned to the task of organizing a jumble of returned pallets, laden with an assortment of greeting cards in every shape and size, I busied myself with matching each card to its rightful envelope. They conveyed sentiments of life, death, love, new beginnings, and heartfelt wishes. Under the scorching sun, my dad's friend, the warehouse manager, took me under his wing.?

Before we embarked on our 8 AM shift, he inquired about my musical preferences. I nonchalantly replied, "Anything," to which he promptly responded, "Have you ever heard of a band called Aslan from Finglas?" My immediate response was, "No." Without missing a beat, a mischievous glint sparked in his eye as he sauntered over to the CD player. He pressed play on one of his cherished Aslan CDs and proclaimed, "Prepare to be enthralled, but first, tackle that pallet before lunch or else I’ll batter ya." Little did I know that a profound moment awaited me as the music enveloped me in its embrace. As I traversed the warehouse, sorting cards, the lyrics and melodies I initially knew nothing of gradually transformed me into an ardent fan.?

In the ensuing weeks, I made it my mission to commit every word to heart. It was beyond belief that this incredible band hailed from Dublin. My best friend, Stephen, had mentioned them before, courtesy of his family's musical connections. He shared a few albums with me, and from that point on, I was captivated. When news spread of Aslan's upcoming performance at a local GAA club, there was no way I would miss the chance to witness their magic first-hand. At fifteen, I may have appeared no older than twelve, with my bright blue eyes, Kickers jumper, matching shoes, a whiff of Lynx Africa, and a touch of my father's Aramis After Shave. In my mind, I was the epitome of cool. And watching Christy take the stage, pouring his soul into every note, was an unforgettable experience. The energy in the room crackled, uniting everyone in awe of this consummate showman.

Over the years, I've followed Aslan across the country, from Vicar Street to The Olympia Theatre, from the enchanting Iveagh Gardens to lively festivals and humble local GAA clubs. Each show was an otherworldly journey of pure elation. Little did I realize then the profound impact these experiences would have on my future career as a playwright and screenwriter. When I penned my debut short film, "My Happiness," shedding light on the escalating issue of suicide in our community, Aslan graciously offered their song "This Time" for the film's opening scene. At the outset, I was an uncertain novice, but their faith in me was all I needed to propel my creative aspirations.

However, my fondest memory of Aslan transcends any concert or creative collaboration. My dear friend Merv, visiting from England, sensed the depths of my fandom and insisted I meet him at the corner of The Olympia Theatre. Fresh off a plane at Dublin Airport, I found myself somewhat disgruntled, but I decided to trust his guidance. Little did I know, he had orchestrated a surprise that would etch itself into the depths of my soul. He introduced me to the band backstage at The Olympia Theatre, and there I stood, basking in the glory of witnessing my favourite band perform live from the wings. A memory that will forever be cherished, a moment of pure bliss at The Lady of Dame Street.

No matter which script I delve into, whenever Aslan's music fills the air of a pub or gathering, I find myself intoxicated by nostalgia, belting out lyrics with all my heart. Instantaneously, I am transported back to the magic of me youth, those cherished teenage years and the electrifying live shows I was privileged to attend.?

Christy, you have been an inspiration to this playwright from Swords, Co. Dublin, and your impact will remain eternal. My heart swelled with pride witnessing the immense love and recognition bestowed upon you by the people of Ireland. Undoubtedly, you stand among our greatest performers. Your music will continue to reverberate, inspiring generations to come, not just within our borders but across the globe. If I could touch the lives of even a fraction of the individuals you have uplifted from the shadows, I would consider myself a fulfilled playwright. You and your bandmates have left an indelible mark on my artistic journey. Rest in Peace, dear Christy, and accept my heartfelt gratitude and I can only really finish this tribute with two words THANK YOU.?

David Gilna?

Forever a drinker with writing problems?