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November 2007

Music

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Irish Christmas in America

Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh joins the show this year.

Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh joins the show this year.

Take Oisín Mac Diarmada, Seán McElwain and Tristan Rosenstock of the brilliant Irish traditional folk band Téada. Add , the highly acclaimed singer from Danú, along with the gifted harpist Gráinne Hambly and Riverdance piper Tommy Martin. Mix in champion Irish step-dancers Abbey Magill and Sienna Hickey. Wrap it all up in a big green bow, and what you have is “Irish Christmas in America.”

Now in its third year, the show swings into the Philadelphia Irish Center/Commodore Barry Club on Saturday, December 15, starting at 8:30. The event is presented by the Commodore Barry Club in association with the Philadelphia Ceili Group.

Quite the Christmas present, eh? Lots nicer than a Chia Pet. Heaps classier than that “Snowy the Singing Snowman” voice-activated Christmas tree ornament from QVC. (Will that damnable thing never shut up?)

Seriously? This is a chance to see some of the finest musicians Ireland has to offer, all in one show. And, just like Christmas, it comes but once a year.

You get the sense that producer and all-Ireland fiddle champ Oisín Mac Diarmada (pronounced O-shin Mac Der-metta) himself appreciates just how cool this is.

Speaking by scratchy cell phone from a car hurtling down a highway somewhere in Georgia—I could hear the talking GPS squawking in the background—Oisín said he was eager to begin the 15-city tour. For one thing, there’s the ensemble itself, which is kind of like the Irish traditional version of the Supremes, the Temps and the Four Tops all rolled into one. In particular, Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh (pronounced MWI-ren Nick OWL-eve), with a voice like honeyed whiskey and major talent on flute and whistle, adds a major new dimension.

“This will be the first time we’ve done the show with Muireann. It’s great to get the opportunity to have her in the show, she’s such a good fit,” says Oisín. He notes that Nic Amhlaoibh is well known and highly regarded, not just for her singing, but for her singing in the irish language. ”She’ll be doing quite a few Irish language songs,” he says. “And she may have a couple of good stories to tell during the show.”

Working with Hambly, too, is a great pleasure, he says. Hambly has played the show before, and she has toured throughout the United States many times. “Gráinne is amazing on the harp,” he says. I’ve known her for many, many years. I’ve done plenty of shows with her in Ireland. She’s a very natural fit for the show.”

Oisín also find travel through the United States during the Christmas holidays to be fascinating, as well, and having the opportunity to experience all the seasonal variations from one coast to the other. (The tour begins Friday night in Peoria, Arizona.) He also appreciates the opportunity to do something different. “It’s a bit of a break,” he says. “It’s different from the regular Teada concerts we do the rest of the year. We’re bringing in two dancers this year, and some photographic images as well. It’s a varied show.”

What makes “Irish Christmas in America” different from any other holiday show, obvously, is that it blends traditions from the two countries—including some traditions, like the Wren Boys, that some may find a bit strange. It’s a holdover from pagan times, in all likelihood, but the more current legend (one of several) has it that a wren betrayed St. Stephen’s hiding place. And you know what happened to poor St. Stephen. So on December 26, the feast of St. Stephen, boys would dress up in rags, blacken their faces and hunt down one of the poor birds. Then they’d tie it to a pole and go from door to door begging for money and eats. (And you thought Festivus was silly.) In modern times, no one kills birds any more. But the day is still celebrated with music, dance, food, drink … and maybe some funny outfits.

“It all probably seems a bit bizarre to onlookers, but it goes back many generations, ” says Oisín. “It’s sort of a well-known observance in Ireland. We’ll have a bit of fun on stage of trying to capture the Wren Boys tradition.”

At the heart of it all, though, will be good, solid Irish traditional music. Oisín says the band doesn’t try to force Irish traditional music and standard American Christmas music to blend into a weird hybrid that, in the end, turns out to be neither. “The approach we take in the show,” he says, “is that the music itself is all traditional. We don’t play any of the well-known Christmas songs or crossover stuff. We do stuff that has musical ties to Christmas in their titles and such.”

You can see and hear for yourself. (Please do.)

Tickets are $20 in advance, $23 at the door. Call (215) 843-8051 to order.

People

Step Into the Virtual Pub

CelticLounge.com founders Larry Kirwan, left, and Mike Farragher.

CelticLounge.com founders Larry Kirwan, left, and Mike Farragher.

It may shock some faithful Irish Voice readers to learn that columnist and music critic Mike Farragher grew up hating–he puts the word in capital letters–Irish music. It was because “my parents rammed it down my throat,” he explains. You know, like Brussels sprouts and the need for deodorant–those parent things that you don’t appreciate till you get older.

Then Farragher heard Black 47, the New York City Irish band that wove Irish music with rock, reggae and hip-hop. Suddenly, he says, here was Irish music that appealed to his modern-day Celtic soul. “Finally the beautiful Celtic culture made sense. It was as if Black 47 was an interpreter that translated my culture back to me. I think they’ve been turning people onto their own roots for years.”

More than a decade ago, Farragher met Larry Kirwan, front man for Black 47, and found a kindred spirit. They’ve been friends ever since, and recently became collaborators on a new website, CelticLounge.com, a “virtual pub” where artists can come to play and meet and fans can come, like Farragher, to hear music that will connect them to their roots.” But it’s more than just about music, as Farragher explained to us recently. In fact, in the beginning, it wasn’t really about music at all.
How did you come up with the idea of Celtic Lounge?
I had been kicking around the idea of doing a social network for Irish writers. I had written a novel called Collared (www.collared.net), which was a suspense novel set in the church scandals. I discovered that writing was a very lonely life. You never know if what you’re writing is on target or not,
and I thought there was a need to put a quasi-support group together. At the same time, Larry Kirwan from Black 47 was considering doing something similar for musicians. Celtic rock and ethnic music in general is a difficult thing to get played on the radio, so he thought it would be a good thing to put a network together to promote the genre. We discussed this over a pint and decided to create something together, which has turned out to be bigger than either of us imagined!
 
What do you hope to accomplish with the site?
Nothing short of the rebranding and reimagining of what it is to
be a Celt in general and an Irishman in particular. You Google images of “Irish” and you get shamrocks, drunken leprechauns, and Aran sweaters. It is a narrow,  slightly insulting view of what we are. Celts are vibrant, wildly creative  people, and that is what we are hoping to put out there. A cultural revolution! On a smaller scale, it is a place for Celtic artists and fans of that art to come together. I was speaking with a very well known NY-based band today, and the leader was lamenting how the smoking ban and other factors have really killed the Irish bar scene in the Big Apple. “People now get their music on an iPod instead of on a barstool,” he said with a sigh. Well, that trend plays into our “online pub” concept very well when you think about it!

What kind of response are you getting?
Overwhelming. It’s twice as much fun and four times the work than what I was expecting. Reaction is great….we have Irish Americans in the military guarding the Korean border who log in to get a slice of home and their culture. We have young writers getting the rush of having their very first story published on our online magazine. I even heard of some hookups that have been facilitated by our social network. So, people log in for different reasons and we have something that will interest most people who click in and grab an “e-pint.” On another note, we are working with a liquor company on a writer’s contest that will award $1000 for the best short story or essay writer. Wouldn’t it be great if the next Joyce or Behan was found hanging out at CelticLounge? A record company is working on a compilation CD featuring some of the artists  that are featured in our radio player. We have people buying t-shirts with our logo on them. So, you start creating an online community, minding your own business, and before you know it, you’re a clothing designer and a record producer! I can’t wait to see where we take CelticLounge next!

What are your biggest challenges?
Getting the word out is a challenge. We have 70,000 visitors a
month with 46 million people claiming to be Celts or coming from Celtic roots of some sort on both sides of the Atlantic. So, we have our work cut out for us! While the site is making enough money to sustain it, there is always the problem in most businesses of a million ideas and not enough cash to launch them. I think that keeping the content fresh is always a challenge, wehave loads of writers and musicians contributing to the site.

How are you handling the extra workload? Neither of you has given up your day (or night) jobs, I take it.
Sleep? What is that? Right now, Larry and I manage the content.
Our technology partner is WebSignia (www.websignia.net), who really brought our vision to life digitally. They do amazing work. When you are doing something you love, the time flies by. I’m blessed because I LOVE my day job and I love playing with CelticLounge.com. I am both a left brain AND a right brain
guy, so I love working in the business world by day and then creating on CelticLounge and writing by night. On top of that, there is a lovely and understanding wife and children in the mix. It’s a hectic lifestyle, but a balanced one.

How do you and Larry work together?
It is amazing to be working with such a creative spirit. Rocker! Author! Playwright! Sirius Radio DJ! You learn a lot orbiting his solar system. We have had plenty of disagreements as we create CelticLounge.com, but they are minor and resolved quickly because our creative vision and passion are evenly matched for the most part. It’s been a blast working together and I hope it continues to be this fun!

Columns, How to Be Irish in Philly

How To Be Irish In Philly This Week

Liz Carroll and John Doyle

Liz Carroll and John Doyle

You’re in for a real treat on Saturday. Fiddler Liz Carroll (winner of the Senior All-Ireland championship at age 18), accompanied by ex-Solas guitarist John Doyle, will be appearing in concert at the Calvary Center for Culture and Community, 48th Street and Baltimore Avenue in Philadelphia. Carroll is known for her fiery, emotional performances so it could be quite an aerobic workout for you: Be prepared to be leaping to your feet more than once. The event is sponsored by Crossroads Concerts, a local organization dedicated to bringing diverse musical experiences to the region.

If you’re in the Lehigh Valley over the weekend, drop into Bethlehem, which gets its sparkle on during the holiday season (it’s not called “The Christmas City” for nothing). Local sean nos singer Terry Kane and her partner John Beatty will be performing at Christkindlmarkt at the corner of Spring and Main Streets. Christkindlmarkt is German for “place to buy really cool Christmas gifts” (not really), but this craft fair really is a great place to start your holiday shopping. And you get to hear one of the loveliest voices in the region to boot. We could listen to Terry sing forever.

Looking ahead: The Dark Horse Pub at 421 S 2nd St in Philadelphia is presenting Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol” dinner and reading on December 4. For about $50 per person, you get a five-course meal and an entertaining evening with Bob Cratchit, Tiny Tim, and Mr. Scrooge. No, it’s not really Irish, but it’s from the same neighborhood and it sounds like craic to us.

If you’re in the First State, that same evening you can enjoy a concert by the Celtic quintet Grada, featuring Alan Doherty, lead soloist on “The Lord of the Rings” soundtrack. The group promises some special surprises for their Christmas show, including seasonally themed numbers and humorous audience interactions (something we find a little frightening, but to each his own). Some important insider info: This event is sponsored by Green Willow, which brings lots of great musical acts to the area. If you mention “Green Willow” when ordering tickets, you get a discount. And if you wear a festive hat (something else we find frightening) you may also win a prize.

Check out our special Irish Christmas calendar so you won’t miss any Celtic holiday events (and there are many!). And if you’re shopping, please patronize our sponsor, Celtic Clothing. The company is run by local Irish guy, Charlie Lord, of Chadds Ford, and he’s offering a discount to faithful readers of Irish Philadelphia. When you buy from Charlie, you support a local Irish business. And since Charlie gives us a cut, you support our wonderful calendar that keeps you Irish all year long. In fact, check it out for more details on this week’s events.

Dance

Always On Their Toes

The Coyle girls, posing for the Mom and Pop-arrazzi.

The Coyle girls, posing for the Mom and Pop-arrazzi.

It was a Kerri Strug moment.

Kerri Strug, you may recall, was the U.S. gymnast who wrenched her ankle badly as she landed the vault in the 1996 Olympics, collapsing in tears.

On Saturday, in competition at the 2007 Mid-Atlantic Oireachtas in Philadelphia, I watched a young dancer breeze through her routine. It wasn’t flawless, but still, it was pretty good. As the piano accompanist struck the last note, the dancer’s hard shoes slammed into the floor like a rifle shot. In that moment, her face registered not relief or triumph—relief being the far more typical response up to that point—but only shock and pain.

She limped off the stage and sobbed all the way back across the competition hall to the front row, to where her teachers were sitting.

Yes, they wear Shirley Temple wigs, flouncy lamé skirts and sparkling rhinestone tiaras, but Irish dance competition is not pretty. A lot of these girls could crack walnuts with their toes. I can think of at least one NFL quarterback who could learn a thing or two about toughness from some of those 6-foot-1, bird-legged 14-year-olds in their corkscrew curls. (My partner Denise saw one of the girls wearing a T-shirt that read, “If Irish dancing were easy, it would be called hockey.”)

The kids can’t help it: Gotta dance.

I’m not about to suggest that they are altogether lacking in external motivation. I’m certain that dominating stage parents must exist. But most of the parents I ran into seemed to be just along for the ride. The dads seemed especially burdened. Balancing half-moon-shaped dress cases, shoe bags and makeup kits, the intrepid feis sherpas scaled the steep escalators at the Marriott Midtown, where the Oireachtas is held. Moms touched up hairpieces and fastened backpieces with strips of Velcro. (The Oireachtas runs on Velcro.)

I suspect a lot of these dancers would want to compete, regardless of parental desires or inclinations. For them, Irish dance is not just an interesting hobby. It’s more of an indispensable life element, like air, water or text messaging.

Which is pretty much the conclusion you reach when one of them almost takes your nose off with a high kick, which happened (or nearly happened) to me as I was entering the Starbucks on the ground floor of the Marriott. There is practically never a moment when the competitors are not in motion. No one at the Oireachtas just walks. They skip, prance and caper just about everywhere, all the time.

On elevators and escalators, in the gift shop, or waiting in line to get into the Hard Rock across the street—they danced. Wearing gym shorts or jammie bottoms, Crocs or Hello Kitty scuffs, they danced. My guess is, more than a few of them dance in their sleep. They probably dance in line for communion.

On my way to the Marriott, I passed a girl in sweats, a winter jacket and Uggs who was making her way along Chestnut Street near Macy’s. The first giveaway that she might be an Irish dancer was the wig and tiara. But the second, more obvious, cue was that she was up on her Ugg-encased toes and boogying all the way up Chestnut Street.

Hey, gotta dance.

News

Honoring the Delaware Valley’s Irish Leading Lights

Hall of Fame

Remembering Philomena and Daniel Browne. From left: Barney Boyce, Tom Farrelly, Kathy McGee Burns, Carmel Browne Devlin, and Annette Browne Ward.

So many walks of life were represented: First woman president of the Philadelphia Mayo Association, inexhaustible parade organizer, industrious CEO, generous and loving couple (always with an open door for anyone from Ireland), and the gifted television exec.

Attracta O’Malley, Michael Bradley Jr., Michael O’Neill, Daniel and Philomena Browne, and Michael Colleran. The first four are 2007 inductees into the Delaware Valley Irish Hall of Fame; Colleran earned this year’s honorable recognition. All of them different, as noted, but all of them the same in the ways that count: generosity of spirit and tireless dedication to the Irish community.

All were honored Sunday night at the Philadelphia Irish Center, the ballroom filled nearly to bursting with more than 500 guests. (And it seemed like half of them had ties to Mayo, perhaps in honor of Attracta O’Malley, who came to the Philly area from Charlestown in 1961.)

And maybe the other half of the audience consisted of members of the Browne family. (There are a whole lot of them.) Philomena and Daniel Browne who died in 2006, but they are well remembered and loved in the Philadelphia Irish community. Ancient Order of Hibernians (AOH) Division 80, of which Danny Browne was a member, is now named after him. Daughters Carmel and Annette offered a lovely tribute.

We’ve captured many of the most memorable moments of the event. You can see them all in our photo essay.

Music

The Best of the Best

Patrick Street

Patrick Street: From left, Kevin Burke, John Carty, Ged Foley and Andy Irvine.

Think about the bands Andy Irvine has been associated  with—Sweeney’s Men, Planxty, De Danaan, Mozaik and Patrick Street, to name but a few.

Think about the names he could drop, people he’s rubbed shoulders with at one time or another, all of them stars in the Irish traditional firmament: Kevin Conneff, Davey Spillane, Frankie Gavin, Bill Whelan, Kevin Burke, John Carty, Joe Dolan, Johnny Moynihan, Paul Brady, Jackie Daly, Christie Moore, Gerry O’Bierne, Matt Malloy, Dolores Keane, Arty McGlynn … and now I’m just plain running out of breath.

Sure, we’re blessed with relatively new, young Irish traditional supergroups like Teada, Solas, Cherish the Ladies and Danu—but probably none of them ever would have sprouted up at all, were it not for the likes of Andy Irvine and his small but influential circle of friends. They really started Irish music along on its current path to worldwide acceptance and popularity, bridging the gap between the unquestionably influential Clancys and the bands of today.

“We all kind of grew up together,” says Irvine of his many friends in the Irish music scene of the early ‘70s. “Thirty-five years ago, there was another generation of musicians that were in charge. We were young pups, but gradually the mantle decended upon us.”

When Irvine first started to appear on the scene, Irish music was in the throes of a “ballad boom,” probably best personified by the Clancy Brothers, whose music Irvine liked—but whose sweater-clad on-stage personas, he did not. The Kingston Trio also was quite popular at the time, and Irvine was not a fan. What sprang from his discontent was a band called Sweeney’s Men, which he founded in 1966 with Moynihan and Dolan. With Sweeney’s Men, the ballads continued unabated—though the band apparently took a kind of perverse pride in not singing ballads the crowd could sing along with—and polished instrumentals moved to the fore.

Not long after the dissolution of Sweeney’s Men came Irvine’s next big band—Planxty. For Irvine, that’s when the “ballad boom” breathed its last. “The real breakthrough was in ‘72 when Planxty started playing,” he says. “It was like a moment in time that was waiting to happen.”

Fast forward to Patrick Street, conceived of as a band that showcased “the best of the best.” It sounds like promotional hyperbole until you consider the musicians who have wound up in Patrick Street. The current lineup includes founders Irvine, singing and playing bouzouki and mandolin, along with fiddler Kevin Burke, formerly of the Bothy Band. John Carty plays fiddle, banjo and flute, and Battlefield Band vet Ged Foley plays guitar. In previous incarnations, the band included button accordion wizard Jackie Daly, a De Danaan alum, and guitarist Arty McGlynn (Planxty). “Best of the best” accurately sums it up.

Now the band is on the road again, in support of a new CD, “On the Fly,” from Burke’s Loftus Records. (Jackie Daly also makes an appearance on the recording.)

Some things about the band are clearly new and different, but at its core, the sound is the same, Irvine says.

“We played a bit in Ireland over the summer with Jackie,” he says. “And then we did a couple of gigs without him. It’s really quite remarkable the difference in themusic. The music had a lot more air in it without the accordion. You could hear everything a little bit better. We all noticed it. I’m not saying that it’s better … it’s just different.”

Also a bit different is the addition of Carty, who has been with the band since 2005, mostly as a result of a comment by Ged Foley.

“He said, maybe we were getting into a bit of a rut, and we should do something about it,” Irvine says. “It was Ged who suggested having John play with us. It seemed like a real good idea to me.”

Carty’s presence also led to the new CD. Members of the band saw it as a great opportunity to record his unique contribution to the band.

You can hear Patrick Street for yourself Wednesday, Nov. 14, at 7:30 p.m., at Calvary Centre for Culture and Community, 801 S. 48th Street in Philadelphia.

People

Still Inflammable: Stiff Little Fingers

Two days have gone by, and my ears are still ringing.

Stiff Little Fingers, the pioneering punk band from Belfast, played to a hugely enthusastic audience Monday night at World Cafe, many of them leather-clad, studded, and pierced in places I’d rather not think about. And me, fresh from the office in a tweed sportcoat and khakis, a symphony in corporate browns and tans. (I felt like a salesman at an Amway convention who’d blundered into Sid and Nancy’s wedding reception.)

I’ll admit from the outset that, yes, I probably have lived under a rock for the past 56 years. Until a few weeks ago, I’d never heard of Stiff Little Fingers. But I followed the links to the “artist’s MySpace site” from the World Café Web page, and listened to a few of their tunes, and right away, I thought: Interesting. To my ears (still intact at the time), SLF sounded very unlike what I expected to hear. That is to say, they sounded … musical

What I heard were great, snarling yarns of anger and general pissed-offness, and yet nothing about SLF’s songs seems cliché. It all rings true. The guitarwork (by Jake Burns, who is also the group’s lead singer) is easily on a par with anything I’ve ever heard Pete Townshend play. The energy level of the band is far in excess of what one would expect from a bunch of guys who started playing together 30 years ago—and who look a lot like your average, paunchy guys-next-door, the type you’d not be surprised to see on a Saturday morning, queuing up at Sears to buy cans of semi-gloss wall paint.

Naturally, I had to go.

Unfortunately, I did not have time to swing by the house and pick up my ear plugs, so I decided to risk it. How bad could it be?

It was bad. And, oh, it was good. It’s safe to say that one SLF concert probably did more damage to my hearing than 10 years of playing drums in a bagpipe band. I won’t tell you that it was worth it. (Believe me, if you want to keep hearing and playing music, it is never worth it.) But it might have been an acceptable sacrifice.

To celebrate their 30 years in the business, the band performed tunes from “Inflammable Material,” their 1979 debut album. (“Like CDs, but bigger, and made of vinyl, and you could play both sides,” Burns informed the younger crowd.)
 
As with most punk bands, alienation is SLF’s stock in trade. But I think you could argue that kids coming of age in Belfast 30 years ago would have had a unique worldview.

Take for example, these lyrics from “Wasted Life:”

I could be a hero
Live and die for their ‘important’ cause
A united nation
Or an independent state with laws
And rules and regulations
That merely cause disturbances and wars
That is what I’ve got now
All thanks to the freedom-seeking hordes

Or these, from “Barbed Wire Love:”

I met you in No Man’s Land
Across the wire we were holding hands
Hearts a-bubble in the rubble
It was love at bomb site

Alrighty, then.

It might all seem silly and trite, I suppose, except that Burns spits out those now ancient lyrics with such conviction, and backs them up with guitar hacks of such volume and ferocity, it’s as if he’s shoving all of that pent-up angst through a musical wood chipper.

At the same time, I can only stand back in breathless admiration of Ali McMordie, who wields his bass like a battle sword; guitarist and backup vocalist Ian McCallum, with his daring leaps; and drummer Steve Grantley, who pounded sticks into kindling the whole night long. It’s reassuring to see guys my age who can still dish it out. They can hold their own with any band on the planet, regardless of age.

All that, and you’ll probably never hear “Barbed Wire Love” used to peddle Cadillac Escalades. And Jake Burns will never perform a duet with Cher.

Thank God.

News

Attention, Pub Denizens: Irish Thunder’s Pipes are Calling

If you’re heading out to the pubs Wednesday night, you might get a little whine along with your beer.

The “lads” of Irish Thunder Pipes and Drums are staging their annual Thanksgiving Eve pub crawl.

Just in case you’re an Irish Thunder pub crawl virgin and you have no idea how this works, it goes like this:

  • You’re sitting on the stool, nursing your pint. Nothing special happening.
  • The door of the bar bursts open.
  • Twenty or so dudes in kilts and playing bagpipes march into the bar, playing “The Minstrel Boy” and “The Wearin’ o’ the Green.”
  • Your dull, boring night at the pub just got a whole lot more interesting.
  • You are so happy and grateful, you open your wallet and you dump a pile of money into a hat (or whatever else the Irish Thunder boys are passing around.)

I used to play drums with Irish Thunder, so I have done a pub crawl or two. I promise you, this raucous musical interlude will absolutely make your night.

Here’s where the band expects to show up, according to the Thunder’s Pete Hand:

“After getting together at the AOH Club House and getting things tuned up, the band will head over to Conshohocken around 6 p.m.

There, they will make stops at the American Pub, Flanigan’s Boat House, Guppy’s and Spam’s.

Then onto the bus down to Philly were they will plays some tunes at the Cherry Street Tavern, Fado’s, Irish Pub, Moriarty’s, Fergie’s, McGillin’s and the last stop, Tir na Nog.”

Hey, you were already planning on a trip to the ol’ watering hole, anyway, right? Might as well visit one where the pipes are calling. Between the beer and the tunes, you’ll get all misty for the old sod.

And, as they say around AOH Division 1 in Swedesburg, the band’s home: “Up the Thunder!”

(I think that’s meant to be a good thing.)