Twenty-five years ago, last March, I met Glen Hansard in the Library Bar in the old Central Hotel on Exchequer Street in Dublin 2. My friend James Rider, who was music editor of our college paper Trinity News at the time, knew I was a fan of The Frames, Hansard’s band, and invited me along to meet him.  Back then The Frames looked like they’d never be more than a bit of a home-country favourite: popular with their fanbase in Ireland but unknown elsewhere.   The band’s first album, Another Love Song, in 1992 had failed to sell and they’d been…

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