12/16/2025
I have so much to say, and yet I’m also at a loss for words. So, I’ll share what I wrote back in July of 2024 when Robert was starting the courageous battle that, sadly, came to an end yesterday.
Rest in peace, my dear friend.
Robert Elliott was one of the kindest, most genuine people I have ever met. He used to own the Tír na nÓg, a legendary bar & music club, in the space Bull McCabe’s eventually moved into in 2008.
I was 27 years old. I had never hosted a show in my life, and now I was opening a music venue.
Robert, after being pushed out of the space by the same awful landlord we dealt with, could have been angry with the situation and sat idly by and waited for me to fall flat on my face. But instead, not ever having met me, he reached out through a mutual friend. A few days later, over a cold beer in the front bar at Precinct, in one of the most generous experiences I’ve ever had, Robert gave me a copy of his black book; names and numbers of dozens, if not hundreds, of musicians who had played at the Tír na nÓg over the years. It was a who’s who of amazing local musicians. He taught me so much about the business, and I am forever grateful.
On 10/09/08, opening night at Bull McCabe’s, Robert got up and joined the Ronan Quinn band for a few tunes and welcomed us to the neighborhood.
This was Robert’s way of showing the people in the square and the old crew from the Tír na nÓg that Bull McCabe’s had his blessing and his full support.
The people responded, showed up again and again, and the rest is an amazing 12-year history.
Without the generosity, support, and mentoring I received from Robert Elliott, we might not have even survived two.
If you ever played a gig, raised a pint, made a friend, or enjoyed amazing local live music at Bull McCabe’s, Robert Elliott was part of the reason why.
Rest well, Robert. The community that you built will live forever. ❤️