Photographer Terry O'Neill who believed photography like jazz is ''about improvisation” has died

The photographer Terry O’Neill, synonymous with the swinging sixties, has died aged 81. He had been ill for some time. Back in 2012 he took part in a pilot for the filming of a TV programme Jazz@Metropolis and recalled his jazz heroes Zoot Sims, …

Published: 17 Nov 2019. Updated: 3 years.

The photographer Terry O’Neill, synonymous with the swinging sixties, has died aged 81. He had been ill for some time.

Back in 2012 he took part in a pilot for the filming of a TV programme Jazz@Metropolis and recalled his jazz heroes Zoot Sims, Ben Webster and the photography of Herman Leonard.

Photography, O’Neill said simply is “about improvisation,” just like jazz.

Taking part in a question and answer session hosted by the programme’s presenter, rock writer Neil McCormick, O’Neill had an exhibition called 'Infamous' around the time at the Alon Zakaim Fine Art Gallery on Dover Street.

He also said that he wasn’t interested in any of the jazz around today as his heroes like Sims and the great Ben Webster were from the past, although he clearly warmed to the idea of Alexander Stewart, as the 24-year-old northerner is steeped in the cool crooners of yesteryear, who sang on that occasion.

O’Neill’s photos of Sinatra including the classic Miami Beach boardwalk shot still have a resonance after all these years.

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Imagining Ireland, Royal Festival Hall, London

From 2016. Part of the Ireland 2016 centenary programme, remembering the historic events of 1916 that paved the way for independence and foundation of the Republic of Ireland, President Michael D. Higgins and his wife Sabina were in the hall. The …

Published: 17 Nov 2019. Updated: 3 years.

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From 2016. Part of the Ireland 2016 centenary programme, remembering the historic events of 1916 that paved the way for independence and foundation of the Republic of Ireland, President Michael D. Higgins and his wife Sabina were in the hall. The concert was a sell out. Pianist Barry Douglas began and before too long rivers ran wide, a stirring version of ‘My Lagan Love’, and deep.

Douglas’ fellow northerner, Enniskillen’s John Kelly, who presented the show in gently gauged lightly droll fashion, filling when needed elaborating to talk about the Irishness of Dusty Springfield, Morrissey… the Beatles (Paul McCartney telling him once that all the Fab Four were Irish, and with great timing, “even Starkey”) to quip having earlier referred to Douglas who opened with what Kelly said was Bach: “there you have it: Classical music was invented in Ireland.”

Truth be told I had come to hear Strabane’s Paul Brady. I wasn’t disappointed, actually the whole concert was amazing, the first of a number of his appearances, a song that went back to the terrible 1800s, and a great version of ‘The Shamrock Shore’ “let us all united be”, still a hope and dream. Later when he came back accompanied marvellously by a pianist on ‘Nothing But The Same Old Story’ it was like having Bob Dylan in the room, a few Knopflerisms notwithstanding, a song that stands up with any of his Bobness’.

The house band musically directed by Kate St. John on oboe/accordion/sax and with Callum and Neill MacColl (sons of the great Ewan) playing quite brilliantly mainly on guitars backed an extraordinary line-up.

The bereted Kevin Rowland from Dexys (on ‘Carrickfergus’) was like a showband crooner, that tradition as important in Irish popular music as any, the way he spoke the words like melting snow was a real moment to savour, vaudevillian Camille O’Sullivan on an Elvis Costello song, the boisterous Cait O’Riordan on a Pogues song were best of all, yet the hall responded most to the brilliant fiddler Martin Hayes and guitarist Dennis Cahill from The Gloaming, both hugely revered in the trad pantheon, hundreds of feet thundering spontaneously as the violin and guitar became Irish zen and their strict time accelerated to make your heart race.

The concert united the diaspora effortlessly, with Martin Carthy, Andy Irvine and Paul Brady singing together (Brady picking up an under amplified tin whistle, Irvine on harmonica) who were suitably real and raucous on ‘McAlpine’s Fusiliers’ which the crowd loved and one of the themes quite properly was that the evening was about workers’ solidarity and sheer graft, rising above the pain, in exile. Andy Irvine remembered James Connolly in a historical link in his main spot, a big song beautifully performed by an instrumentalist sui generis. The falsetto of James Vincent McMorrow operated best when the singer made it over to switch from piano to guitar although he was given a little too much time but the surprise of the night was the haunting contribution of Lisa O’Neill, ‘England Has My Man’ early on, surely the toast of Ballyhaise, Cavan town, and now beyond the sea.