Joe Malone’s - A Lost Pub, A Living Legacy
Joe Malone’s A Lost Pub, a Living Legacy Portrait of Joe Malone by Kieran Beville I remember the first night I went to Joe Malone’s pub on Denmark Street. It was an October evening, 1975. I had returned from living in Belfast where I bought an embroidered Afghan coat in Shaftsbury Square. Long hair was worn as a declaration of rebellion against social norms. I laugh now to think that at the time I thought I was the bee’s knees. One might think my appearance was conspicuous but nothing could be further from the truth. I blended in like a chameleon, camouflaged with other hippies in similar attire. There are places that never made a record but still shaped the sound of a generation. Joe Malone’s pub was one of those places. No stage lights, no booking agent. Just a door that opened, a counter worn smooth by elbows, and a room that understood that music does not have to be something you present to people; it is something you let happen. In 1970s Limerick, that distinction ma...