Brother Dege Legg Interview

Connor McDonough-Flynn interviews fellow artist Brother Dege Legg in Ireland during his 2013 European Tour.
His recent hit: ‘Too Old to Die Young’ was highlighted on the Django Unchained Soundtrack:
Check out what went was said here:
Dege’s Sites:
Brother Dege (AKA Dege Legg)
Belgium/France/Europe: Xavier Darasse: xavier.darasse@gmail.comUSA: Todd Mouton: or Dege Legg…See more
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Born and raised in southern Louisiana, Dege Legg is of Cajun-French, Irish, and Native American ancestry.

To support his creative obsessions, Dege has worked many odd jobs over the years, including cabdriver, machinist, case worker in a homeless shelter, delivery driver, dishwasher, tire mechanic, fry cook, journalist, and many other jobs.

Obsessions: art, creativity in any form, Dobros, Pablo Picasso, Don Quixote, Vincent van Gogh, Henry Miller, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Bukowski, Faulkner, Black Sabbath, Blind Willie Johnson, Sonic Youth, UFOs, junkyards, zero point energy, kindness, barbarism, crop circles, sitars, psychic telepathy, quantum metaphysics, rodeo clowns, living a good life, service to others, the great unknown, etc.

In 1994, Dege Legg founded the underground, southern psych-rock band Santeria, which toured and gigged in relative obscurity for 10 years, pounding out a strange variety of swampedelic, “psyouthern rock” that relied less on chest-thumping and beer guzzling, and more on quasi-mystical attempts at hayseed transcendence.

In 1997, Dege Legg recorded and released Bastard’s Blues, a hand-dubbed cassette release. The album in many ways has served as the blueprint for all his following solo releases.

In 1999, Dege Legg self-released a crudely recorded, 4-track concept album on CDR titled Love Letters & Suicide Notes.

In 2002, Santeria released the landmark, underappreciated album House of the Dying Sun. Five months later, after a west coast tour, the band went on indefinite hiatus amidst a string of bad luck and hardships that were sometimes seriously, sometimes comically, attributed to a voodoo curse believed placed on the band.

In 2003, Dege Legg lived in cheap, low-rent motels for nine months and wrote about the experience before eventually moving into a trailer park.

From 2003-2004, Dege Legg worked as a nightshift cabdriver for a City Cab Co. in Lafayette, LA. His experiences on the job were documented for blog and book form (Cablog: Diary of a Cabdriver).

In 2004, Dege Legg improvised and recorded an album (Trailerville) of “guitar scapes” in the trailer park where he lived. Link: Trailerville by Dege Legg on iTunes

In late 2004, Dege Legg briefly moved to Los Angeles to record demos in a development deal. He abandoned the project and moved back to Louisiana three months later after realizing he was a willing participant in making “the worst music ever made by humans.”

From 2004-2005, Dege Legg joined swamp rocker CC Adcock’s touring band The Lafayette Marquis.

In 2005, Dege Legg founded the 6-piece ensemble Black Bayou Construkt and released the album Kingdoms of Folly in 2009 Link: Kingdoms of Folly by Black Bayou Construkt on iTunes

In 2007, tiring of forgettable gigs in half-empty clubs, Dege Legg began playing short live and improvised sets in non-traditional venues and filming the proceedings on cheap digital cameras. The venues included open fields, abandoned houses, backwoods alcoves, caves, cheap motels, dumpsters, gullies, parking towers, public bathrooms, sheds, and ponds. The results were posted to YouTube. Link: Santeria Band Youtube Page

In 2007, Dege Legg lived in a homeless camp and wrote a feature story on the experience titled Slipping through the Cracks for the Independent Weekly in Lafayette, LA, which won a Louisiana Press Award.

In 2009, Dege Legg began recording songs for the album Folk Songs of the American Longhair in nontraditional spaces (elevator shafts, open fields, abandoned houses) before eventually recording the tracks at home and in a shed behind his rent house.

In 2010, Dege Legg released the slide guitar album Folk Songs of the American Longhair under the name Brother Dege.

In 2011, Dege Legg began working full-time in a men’s homeless shelter.

From 2011-2012, Dege recorded the songs for How to Kill a Horse (the follow album to Folk Songs) in an empty warehouse in Lafayette, LA.

Dege Legg is the author of nine albums and two books (The Battle Hymn of the Hillbilly Zatan Boys and Into the Great Unknown)

Brother Dege’s music has been featured in Quentin Tarantino’s Django Unchained as well as the Discovery Channel and the National Geographic Channel.

Hitching… To the Ballinamore Fringe Festival

Leitrim_Flag_150Had the pleasure of making my way to Leitrim on Friday, the 23rd of August… I was gigging in Ballinamore

Got the train down from Dublin. After oversleeping through the four alarms I had set, and eradicating any chance I had of a nice leisurely journey to Leitrim. I woke up at 12:30. My aim to get up at 9:30 had failed. Which left me legging it to Connolly Station to get the 13:05 train, instead of walking to the 11:05.

I arrived at Connolly Station at 13:04, with a quick glance at the timetables I figured where to go and with no ticket ran up to the lads collecting tickets, told them ‘I’d pay for it on the train’ and fair play to the lads, they waved me through. I was on the 13:05 train down to Carrick – on – Shannon, confidently unsure of how I was going to make it to Ballinamore.

The train was grand, read a book. Dodged the ticket guy. Being a broke comedian, any chance I have to save a few bob, I’m jumping at. I had 20 quid to last me the night… the ticket was €22. So when the ticket checker got close the urge to go for a slash presented itself, and I had to answer its call. I found the toilet. I don’t mess with Mother Nature. And would you believe it, to my surprise, when I got back to my seat, the checker had checked passed my seat. I didn’t have the pleasure of meeting the ticket collector.

With a good few pages read, and a lovely quick view of Longford, the train arrived at Carrick – on – Shannon.

Upon arrival the drizzle stopped I set out to find a way to Ballinamore. After asking a few passengers from the train about how to get into town, I was directed, yet still unsure.

There was a hen party chatting to a taxi man named Tom, I asked Tom how to get to Ballinamore, he said he would give me a lift there for a tenner; happy days. Had a smoke with the hen party, a lovely group of girls from Dublin, one of them was getting married… 5 of them weren’t… and they were all sisters. The mother was there as well.

Tom and I took the front seats and the girls flocked into the back, revved up for a good weekend on the piss. They were hooting and hollering, taking pictures; one even complemented my good growth. Sadly she was referring to my facial hair, and/or the hair on my head…

After the hen party was dropped off, and good wishes wished, Tom and I headed off to Ballinamore.

Tom had mentioned that he would try and get me out to town before he had to be back at the train station, and even more importantly, before his boss called. I thought nothing off it, thinking that Ballinamore was only up the road. We’ll be there in no time, I thought…

Tom’s boss called about 10 minutes up the road… Tom and I were chatting away, shooting the shit, having a great time. Tom explained where he was headed to the boss man; the mood was no longer chipper. Tom pulled into a drive and told me, that in order for me to get to Ballinamore in the taxi that I was currently in, the one that told me Ballinamore for a tenner, it would cost me €35. I told Tom thanks a million, gave him a fiver, got out of the taxi, and with a hand shake and best wishes wished, I started walking. It was only 19km to Ballinamore. That’s only up the road… I thought. 

Walking on the side of country roads is great craic, cars whizzing by at speeds that seem like lasers, me with my thumb in the air walking backwards towards town.

I walked for a good while, about 45 minutes, Sean from Ballinamore picked me up. Sean was altogether indifferent about the fringe festival. The Family Festival had been the week before, ‘has been going for 57-years’ Sean revered. Sean Quinn had opened the Family Festival. Sean wasn’t sure who opened the Free Fringe Festival.

We talked about the Rolling StonesBeatles, dispute, one must always pick a side. I’m a Stones guy, Sean was a Beatles guys and, also a big fan of Kings of Leon, and Franz Ferdinand, thanks to his daughter’s recommendations and guidance.

We arrived in Ballinamore laughing away, was a candid chat into town, realizing along the way that it would have taken at least 5-6 hours for me to walk into town, it wasn’t up the road whatsoever. With a hand shake and best wishes wished, I got out and headed into the Fringe Office.

The Fringe Office was located in an older house in town. I went back in to the office in the office, and was given my meal ticket and a program. On the way out I ran into Tracy Murray the organizer of the Fringe Festival, a lovely woman from Edinburgh. We got chatting away and the gig was most likely going to be pushed back later to ensure a good crowd. No bother, I said. Dinner was at 18:30, free meal in the future… delighted, I headed off to find a place to work out a set. It was a bit after four and I was in Ballinamore.

Walked up and down the streets, called into a pub where a band was rocking away to a good crowd, meandered up the street a bit more, then walked back the way and found the pub I would be gigging at that evening. Lawrence’s. Was a dark auld style pub, a good country pub, there was a few locals in, I took a seat at the bar, ordered a Guinness and took out my notebook. Pints were €3.90. It was nice to be back in the country.

I worked away on a set; Fintan Harvey landed in, a comedian from Derry, and the organizer of the gig. He was off for a kip, had been a late one the night before. I kept drinking in Lawrence’s. Was a good pint. The Racing was on, I had no money to bet, but horse racing is a great backdrop for drinking.

I can sit at the bar and pretend what it would have been like if I had gone with my gut, ran down to the bookies and put a bet on the horse that had just won, the 40-1 horse, that had fallen in 5 out of 5 previous races… ‘I knew it! I fucking knew it, the horse was talking to me! I knew it: ‘Terminally Useless’, 40-1, I’ll remember that name for the future. If I had put a tenner on her I would have four hundred and ten quid in my pocket right now… For fuck sake! Always go with your first instinct! Oh, ‘Dangerously Doubtful’ is getting 26-1…? 

It was easy to keep myself entertained in a Lawrence’s, the banter was flying around the shop, horses running like hell on the screen, pints going down swimmingly.

I had three pints, a few chats with the locals, fella named Frank who knew a few from Connemara, ‘good people down that way’, he said. My big smiley Clifden head agreed.

Half 6 came around, I headed down to McGirl’s Barn, (named after John Joe McGirl), where dinner was being served; rice and chicken was on the menu. The food was delicious. I hadn’t eaten yet and went back for seconds and thirds. Can’t beat a bit a soakage. There were bands playing the whole time, was an energetic atmosphere, animated to

Met up with a few of the other comedians. Mark Cahill, Emmanuel Emman Idama, and Waki were on the bill. Around 9 we all headed down to Lawrence’s with a good crowd following. At 9:30 the gig kicked off to a packed pub. An eclectic crown of locals, rockers and comedians were in, old and young. Fintan Harvey kicked off the night. I was on next…

With a good applause and few old fellas chatting at the bar, I took the stage and had some banter. Frank was chatting away, we had a laugh, the wavy crowd chilled out; was good craic, an enjoyable gig, Got Em’ Laughing in Leitrim. I’d gotten my first fringe festival performance of the year, in Ballinamore.

The crowd was up for it and the other lads did well, laughs and pints were flying around the shop, an up beat vibe lingered the whole night.

With a looming journey back to Dublin, we headed for the door. With hands shook, best wishes wished, and pints finished, my first gig in Leitrim was complete. 16 more counties to go…

“Ballinamore Free Fringe Festival is an Irish local voluntary non profit organization solely dedicated to promoting Community & cultural diversity through the arts.  We fundamentally believe that facilitating freedom of creative expression, especially for young people, will help to refocus our concerns and positively connect communities.

 Our aims are not only to promote & encourage local and national, amateur/professional and multicultural talent in all its diverse forms. Particularly to facilitate free performance space and therefore inspire communities to embrace & celebrate the wealth of talent that exists all around them.

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Sometimes, You Want to Punch the Elephant in the Room


Reached that moment this evening as every comedian does, where he or she would just love to get down off the stage, and punch a particular audience member (or group for that matter), in the face. Reigning blows until their teeth wiggle loose from their head – blood flying all over the shop – chaos unleashed – a comedic coliseum coming to life in front of a small audience of foreigners. I digress.

I didn’t lose it, but… sometimes you just want to punch the elephant in the room.

A fine specimen from Dublin was in The Bachelor Comedy Lounge this evening and he was chirping away the whole evening with his cronies, a bona fide bombardier this guy. Spewing out senseless drivel through his boorish flytrap. These levels of idiocy can’t be tamed with either intelligence or violence. An afflicted human conundrum; creatures doing their best to have whatever affect they can, befuddled negativity mostly; they’re angry at the world and they plan on voicing it, and fair play to them, they must let the world know that they’re still there… obliviously searching in the dark for the illusive soap box.

To be honest, they could afford pints, they were drinking away, feet up, glaring through dead eyes as I stood there sober, broke, once again bringing my funny thoughts to an indifferent crowd, being tried and tested before a malevolent judge and jury of a few heathens mindlessly wrecking the buzz for the rest of the audience. It was great craic!

I bantered with them back and forth, going after them a bit, most of it going over their heads, shutting them up in spots. Leading to the inevitable threat of bodily harm, the dreaded left foot. These drunken buffoons were out for their own laugh, and with the aid of alcohol they could have that laugh in their own world, why they chose to come to a comedy club is beyond me… must have been the cheap drink. Latching onto their fleeting moments to be the one’s in the spotlight poking fun, they acted out their parts, completely lost in their own ignorance and animosity.

In these scenarios there’s no sense in getting angry, unless you’re going to go all out, and completely ruin the show. For half hearted aggression and/or cynicism only fuels the fire that they run on, the combustible engines that they are, and violence only breeds’ violence, this is my belief any way.

So where does one go? Play them off each other? Use the rest of the bewildered audience against them? Divide and conquer?

Bitter acknowledgment is usually perilous, only ignites them more. Ignoring them does the same, and as a comedian biting ones tongue is not a strong suit. So one’s backed into a corner, and the obvious easy solution to instigate and create a situation is there, nagging, like a midge raping your ear, but comedy is not held in an octagon for a reason… and it’s up to the comedian to use his or her wit and keep the peace.

One’s wits get tested regularly, nightly, a comedians morals and principles are constantly put on display, unforeseen scenarios introduced where these traits of one’s self are thrust under the microscope, beliefs and characteristics investigated, live, in front of the public eye, for free.

Is he going to break?”

 “Is he going to snap?”

 “Is he going to lose it and go mental?”

 “Shut the fuck up!!!”

 These questions rattling around in the audience’s head as two worlds collide live, on display, right in front of them. Tension building, toes clenching, breaths shortening, reality coming full swing in a comedic escapade. Laughs waiting to explode out of people’s timid guts: the anticipation, crescendo, climax… it’s all there. A Shakespearean play in front of your eyes, is it a tragedy or a comedy? Sometimes it’s hard to tell.

The gig was saved, laughs were had, no bloodshed or punches thrown. This, ladies and gentleman, is why comedy’s such a uniquely exceptional experience and why everyone should go out and support live comedy, experience a laugh, sometimes, at another person’s expense… it’s always interesting. Where else are you going to see an elephant in a room…?

By: Connor McDonough-Flynn

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Parachute…? Plummeting perilously in a suspended limbo of setting golden undertones. Zany! Weightless… lost magic carpets… a genie… Flying, in a copper sky. Tight ropes, cables… Energetic division. The bazaar is lacking restraints. Free falling dissension… Arms extended towards the brightest star. Courage. Heart. Vastly dangerous arts… Hubris has overrun the safety net… Only one-way left… The feat conquered. Fear and force… Dissolving worries… Defeated, when met with craziness…

By: Connor McDonough-Flynn

Hot Off the Press! First “Sin Newspaper” Article!

Galway Comedy Invasion.

Stand-up Comedy is one of the purest, most nerve rattling forms of live performance. As a rising (hopefully) comedian that travels the country for gigs, I perceive that Galway is becoming a hotspot for this jocular entertainment. There are an increasing number of venues for budding and seasoned comedians to get on stage and let it fly.

I’m sure, even as you’re reading this you’re thinking: “tell us a joke.” A request that teases my daily life, the same way the song “Galway Girl” vexes local musicians. But as Shakespeare said: “All the world’s a stage.”

There’s another age-old myth that comedians are all crazy, energy filled lunatics. This is not a complete truism. I cannot speak for everybody, but I agree with Aristotle: “There’s no great genius without a mixture of madness.”

The life of a comedian is always twisted, filled with turbulence and butterflies. “Make me laugh funny man!” the comedian heard from the anxious audience. To be a glutton for punishment is an ideal trait if you’re thinking of chancing your arm and telling a few jokes on stage. It’s one of the most rewarding ‘trial by fire’ experiences you can imagine, sure to get your heart racing.

October was a big month for stand up comedy in Galway. The Galway Comedy Festival kicked off and brought some big names in, i.e. Tommy Tiernan, Reginald D Hunter, Des Bishop, Rich Hall, Ardal O’Hanlon, Pat Shortt, Jason Byrne, Andrew Maxwell, Phill Jupitus, Neil Hamburger, and The Rubberbandits to name a few. Galway was a comedy metropolis for the last week of October.

If you’re wondering where to see some of the local up and coming talent there’s options a plenty building up in Galway.

The Roisin Dubh has comedy on most Wednesdays, bringing the big names to the big stage in Galway. “Comedy Cocktails” in Busker’s is a cheerfully cozy comedy open mic night that’s held weekly on Sundays at 9:30pm. “Unhinged” Comedy is another weekly gig starting on the 8th of November downstairs in The Cellar Bar at 9pm. Plan an auld night out, have a laugh, and support live comedy around Galway.

In other news…

Sadly, Galway lost one comedy open mic night recently, awe… The “Get Up, Stand Up @ Garvey’s” which had been a part of the Galway comedy scene for the last two years came to an end on the 25th of October. However, local comedians made it a night to remember, leaving the audience in stitches and closing the doors to what was a great comedy night.

That’s the comedy craic for you any way. The most important exercise is to keep laughing and get out there and support the live comedy.

Connor McDonough-Flynn


“Get Up, Stand Up @ Garvey’s” craics the funny bone!

Get Up, Stand Up @ Garvey’s” craics the funny bone!

Last night, the 25th of October, was the last night of the “Get Up, Stand Up @ Garvey’s” comedy night. Awe (pause for emotion)…

For the last two years Garvey’s has been the premier open mic night in Galway, and now it’s time for greener pastures, like everyone’s first dog.

Was a class auld evening, candles were lit, the postage stamp stage was in the spotlight, the audience tingling with anticipation and the usual suspects were in, i.e. Dermot Roche, John O’ Hare, Danny O’ Hanlon, Kenny Gaughan, Johnny Graham, my self, and Paul Marsh had his first and last performance on the Garvey’s stage.

The charity Canteen was in and they raised the roof of the night. Canteen‘s a great cause that supports teenagers with cancer (

As comedians got up and down, the clock ticked closer to the end and after I finished up the night with the crowd pleasing “Wank to Finish” and “Uterus Man” jokes, the curtains closed.

Thankfully, through all the sentimentality, people were able to back their tears… though John O’ Hare did go on a hugging spree, but it would’ve been strange if he hadn’t.

The charity made off with ample donations, the comedians got laughs, pints and craic were had, belly laughs were plentiful, all and all it was a wonderful way to close the doors to “Get Up, Stand Up @ Garvey’s”.

Do not fret comedy goers, like the saying goes: when one door closes a new one opens and the one that opens will be “Unhinged”. The “Unhinged” Comedy Club will be starting on the 8th of November downstairs in The Cellar Bar. It’s going to be a weekly gig, held every week… on Thursdays. There’s going to be local sponsors, prizes and drink given out to the audience members, and of course, top notch stand up comedy for all to enjoy. The night is going to be a €5 in, and comedians from all over the country will be gracing this new comedy clubs stage.

Before I go, thanks to everyone who supported “Get Up, Stand Up @ Garvey’s” over the past two years and made the night the “Comical Comicality” that it was. Comical Comicality…? Ah alliteration. Hope to see you all in The Cellar.


Was another rip-raging good time at Crowbar Comedy in The Townhouse Bar!!!

Crowbar Comedy CrowdThe Crowbar Crew (Danny O’Hanlon, Kenny Gaughan, Johnny Graham, Connor McDonough-Flynn) all hit flying form and had the audience in stitches laughing.

The show was almost infiltrated by the mad laugher (who will remain unnamed), but after some intense moments, the show went on unfazed, and went swimmingly to say the least.

The Special Guest on the night was John Sheehan and he had a class set about relationship problems, his favorite films, and how old people are keeping up with modern technology…

The line up was strong once again on the evening; the audience was up for a laugh, and laugh they did. I’d imagine they’re still laughing… At something else probably…

Crowbar Comedy’s last show is thus Sunday, the 29th of July, the Special Guest is Sean Nolan, and the lads are going to send the Fringe Festival off with a flurry of laughter. The tickets are a wallet-friendly €3, and the comedy is not to be missed!

“Get Up, Stand Up” Comedy Night at Garvey’s

Garvey’s Hotel and Bar, Eyre Square, Galway

Every Thursday, 9:30pm,


“Get Up, Stand Up”, a stand up comedy open mic night at Garvey’s Hotel and Bar in Eyre Square, Galway. It is a weekly event, held every Thursday, it’s open to all public and comedians, and it is FREE ENTRY! The doors open at 9:30pm and the first act goes on at 10:00pm.

Every Thursday there’s a great line up of gutsy up-and-coming comedians performing to lively crowds.

 Each comedian is allowed seven to eight minutes for his or her set… So if the jokes are seriously cringe worthy you won’t have to endure them long.

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Connor McDonough-Flynn  runs and organizes the Open Mic Comedy Club at Garvey’s Bar; “Get up, Stand Up”, he’s at the heart of the open mic scene in Galway. Connor’s performed in Los Angeles, England, Spain and all over Ireland, i.e. Dublin, Cork, Belfast, Donegal, Limerick, Wexford, Galway; and supported acts such as Maeve Higgins and John Colleary…  His comedy is energetic, boisterous, and entertaining, a crowd pleaser… Connor will have you laughing away as he deals with the mundane to the thought provoking to the down right ridiculous…

Crowbar Comedy

Crowbar Comedy is a group of up and coming comedians comprising Johnny Graham, Danny O’Hanlon, Kenny Gaughan and Connor McDonough-Flynn. During the Fringe Festival they are bringing you a series of hilarious stand-up performances in Townhouse Bar. Join them and their special guests every Wednesday, Friday and Sunday 13-29th July at 8pm for a laughter-filled evening. Entry is a pocket-friendly €3.

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