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Video Highlights: 2011 Mid-Winter Scottish & Irish Music Festival

The pipes were calling

The pipes, the pipes were calling. And these two little Campbell School dancers were having none of it.

We were there for the whole weekend. We saw what you did. We know who you are.

Seriously, we tried to capture all of the essential elements of the 2011 Mid-Winter Scottish & Irish Music Festival in a video retrospective. Washington Memorial Pipe Band, the insane drummers of Albannach, our favorite juggler, and dancers of both the Scottish and Irish persuasions—we have it all.

For Saturday, we piled it all into one big honkin’ video; for Sunday, we broke things up a bit. If you were there, relive the experience. If you weren’t, well, let us fill you in on what you missed. (And make plans for next year.)

Thanks to Bill and Karen Reid for another great party.

Click on the arrows to right and left of the video frame to see all the videos.

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Review: “A Moment of Madness,” by Brendan Begley and Caoimhín Ó Raghallaigh

Caoimhín Ó Raghallaigh and Brendan Begley

Caoimhín Ó Raghallaigh and Brendan Begley

Button accordionist Brendan Begley and fiddler Caoimhín Ó Raghallaigh call their new CD “Le Gealaigh/A Moment of Madness.” If this be madness, there is method in it.

This 12-track recording is a bit of barely controlled wildness. I’m thinking in particular of one live track (“The Green Cottage,” “The Glin Cottage” and “Julia’s Norwegian Polka”) that brings to mind the image of a freight train roaring downhill, going faster and faster until the whole thing threatens to run off the rails.

It never does—but it’s a near thing.

There are a few moments like that on this recording, moments where musical expression could well be sacrificed on the altar of speed. In the hands of anyone less capable, that’s exactly what would happen. But wildness, Begley says, is a hallmark of the West Kerry style of accordion playing—and it’s Begley who seems to be leading this charge. You get the sense that wildness is exactly what these two musicians want to bring out in their tunes.

So yes, it is all a bit mad on occasion, but somehow they maintain their sanity.

We started out talking about a particular set of polkas. We could well talk a good deal more about them. There are six sets of polkas on this recording. As for the rest, it’s a neat little mix of jigs, a pair of laments and one set of hornpipes. Anyway, if you like polkas, you won’t be disappointed. With the exception of the aforementioned runaway train, most of them are well-suited to dancing. A particular favorite is track three—”Sean Keane’s” and “The Ardgroom Polka.” Begley plays the first tune, hitting all those deep, resonant chords, setting the pace. One of the interesting things about this CD is that you can hear the clicking of the accordion buttons on a few tracks. Maybe this isn’t what the musicians intended—it’s not the polished thing to do—but it gives the CD the ring of authenticity. It’s as if you were sitting next to Begley in the circle at a session. It’s almost visual. Ó Raghallaigh jumps in on the second tune, and the two together play with authority and great presence. They draw you in.

You’ll also be pulled in by the laments, “An Chéad Mháirt de Fhomhair” (The First Tuesday in Autumn) and “Na Gamhna Geala,” which Begley performs unaccompanied. Begley’s use of deep, droning chords is very pipe-like. There’s a stark beauty to both tunes.

Ó Raghallaigh gets his own chance to shine on a soaring set of polkas, “Tá Dhá Gabhairín Buí Agam,” “The Glen Cottage” and “I’ll Tell Me Ma.” It sounds like two fiddles playing.

With all the polkas, the jigs almost take a back seat. But not quite. The catchiest, most toe-tapping moments come on a set of jigs, “The Humors of Lisheen,” “The Munster Jig” and “Sean Coughlin’s.” You’re carried along by the rhythmic rising and falling of fiddle and box. It’s a perfect pairing.

With two players so well-matched and at the top of their game, “A Moment of Madness” is essential listening. It’s crazy good.

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Halfway to Spring: The Midwinter Festival Arrives!

Festival organizer Bill Reid gets a bagpipe lesson from Rathkeltair's Neil Anderson.

When I caught up with Bill Reid on his cellphone early Monday morning, he admitted he was “in panic mode.”

By next Friday, the first of thousands of people would be coming to the Valley Forge Convention Center for the opening concert of the Mid-Winter Scottish-Irish Festival Reid and his wife, Karen, have been organizing for 19 years. This year, he bagged his mailing list because he thought it was too old and used the list compiled by the organizers of Irish weekend in Wildwood. Some of his regulars didn’t get their usual postcards and they were calling. “Aren’t you having the festival this year?”

Yes he is. And it’s bigger than ever. And I have to say, for a guy in panic mode, Reid is really funny. I may call him every Monday morning to get the week off to laughing start.

The best part of this year’s festival: “There’s nothing downstairs,” says Reid, who is of Scottish ancestry. That means no pet lovers, computer geeks or swingers competing for parking spaces in the convention center lot or stools at the local bar. There’s only one convention in the building and it’s Celtic.

That sent Reid off on a trip down memory lane. The Pet Expo was a mess, he says. Really. And you know what he means. But the swingers’ group provided an even more embarrassing moment for Reid.

“I came in to the pre-convention meeting and was sitting with everybody and I innocently asked, ‘Where’s the swing group’s band?’ They all looked at me and someone finally said, ‘Billllll.’ Not those kind of swingers. On the bright side, at night after the festival is over we usually go over to the bar and there was plenty of room. They were off doing what they do.”

Then there was the gay and lesbian group who held a pajama party one night on the floor of the convention center. “If anybody else had walked around the corridors the way they were dressed—or not dressed. . . .” He laughs.

He’s had to handle plenty at his own festival too. “One year we had the Daughters of the British Empire take a table and we put them next to an AOH group. The first thing the ladies did was put up a picture of the Queen and a Union Jack. The AOH guys came to me and said, ‘Hey Bill, we thought there was no politics here.’ So I went over to the ladies and said, ‘do you know where you are?’ They were nice about it. They said, ‘Maybe we can take the flag down.’ What I about the Queen? I asked. The guys said, “Oh no, she can stay.’ By the end of the weekend the ladies were feeding them biscuits and the guys were helping them take down their display.”

At this point I’m thinking that maybe they should have tapped this Scotsman who traces his roots back to Paisley, near Glasgow, Scotland, to hammer out a peace accord in Northern Ireland. He accomplished in three days at Valley Forge what it took decades there. He even handles the division of labor among the vendors. “I like to be on the floor at 6:30 AM to make sure that the husbands who are there to help their wives set up help their neighbor instead. The woman there won’t yell at the guy and he won’t yell at her. It’s all peaceful then.”

That may be the only time during the three-day festival that’s it’s peaceful. Reid keeps the music cranking all day and all night long, with headliners such as the Kansas City-based group, The Elders, who describe themselves as “arse kicking Celtic Music from the heartland;” The Young Dubliners, who hail from L.A.; Seven Nations, a Florida-based Celtic/punk/metal band with longevity (around since 1993, the year the Reids launched their festival); and Albannach, whose warlike tribal music (heavy on the drums) every year draws the kilted goth crowd wearing the traditional t-shirt that reads “Outlawed tunes on outlawed pipes.”

Albannach almost got Reid into trouble with his 90-year-old mom. “She’s learned to do the Internet, email and all this. One day she went online and put in our company name, East of the Hebrides. The next thing you know my sister gets a call. ‘What is your brother doing with those tattooed men?’”

One festival regular, Brother, an exciting band with an unusual sound, is especially near and dear to Reid’s heart. Formed by a group of Australian brothers, it combines tribal drums, bagpipes and didgeridoo, a wind instrument invented more than 1,000 years ago by aboriginal people in Northern Australia. Brother’s didgeridoo player is not Australian however. He’s a local native known widely “DidgeriDrew”—and he’s the Reids’ son, Drew.

“He’s the only American,” says Reid proudly. “We were once on a plane with Solas and they wanted to know, ‘how come you never hire us?’ I said, ‘Because you’re too expensive.’ We were on our way to Denver to an Irish festival to see our son and we told them he plays with a band called Brother. Winnie, their fiddler, looks at us with surprise. ‘Your son is DidgeriDrew!’ We ran into Joanie Madden of Cherish the Ladies and she said the same thing. Turns out Drew had backed up Cherish the Ladies. That’s when I realized that I was no longer important.” He laughs.

Also on the bill this year are rockers Rathkeltair of Florida and Hadrian’s Wall from Ontario; the McLeod Fiddlers (an amazing group of young musicians from Canada); the Paul McKenna Band from Scotland; Scottish folkies, the Tannahill Weavers and Annalivia, a fiddle band drawing on musical traditions from Appalachia, Cape Breton, Scotland, Ireland and England; and local talent Seamus Kennedy, Charlie Zahm, Jamison Celtic Rock, and the Hooligans.  There are also plenty of workshops , including dance classes with Rosemarie Timoney on the Irish side and Linette Fitch Brash on the Scottish end; fencing lessons; Irish lessons; a didgeridoo-making class, and a session with Hadrian’s Wall (bring your own instrument). There’s even a workshop called “What the heck is a bagpipe?” for those inquiring minds who’ve always wanted to know and, as always, Scottish and Irish whiskey tastings. And, of course, vendors—about 40 of them, hawking everything from fine Celtic jewelry to rude t-shirts.

You’ll also see Bill Reid running around, putting out fires and occasionally starting some. He’s sharing emcee duties next weekend with Dennis Carr of the Brigadoons of Canada.

And he assures us that most of the “snowbergs” are gone from the parking lot so there are plenty of spaces. Planning a festival whose first name is “midwinter” can be fraught with anxiety. “I got an email today from someone who asked me if I was worried about the weather,” says Reid. “I said, ‘Did you have to bring up that word?’”

The 19th Annual Mid-Winter Scottish-Irish Festival kicks off on Friday, February 18, with an evening concert with Albannach, the Young Dubliners, the Hooligans and Jamison, and runs through Sunday at the Valley Forge Convention Center at Gulph Road and First Avenue in King of Prussia, just off the Valley Forge exit of the Pennsylvania turnpike. Check out our calendar for details or go to the East of the Hebrides website.

Check out some of the action from past festivals.

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Blackthorn’s Lead Guitarist Says Farewell

Seamus is going solo.

After 15 years, Seamus Kelleher, the lead guitarist for the ultra-popular Celtic rock band Blackthorn—their name in Irish means “sold out”—played his last gig with the guys he calls “my best friends.” It was last Saturday night at an Archbishop Ryan benefit (that was sold out, of course).

That doesn’t mean he’s not going to sit in occasionally. But after a near-death experience and launching his first solo CD a couple of years ago—two events that were nearly simultaneous—the Galway native says he wants to take a shot at “getting my own music heard by a wider audience.”

Kelleher is in his late 50s, a time when every birthday party reminds you that you’re closer to “last call.” But a few years ago, he got up close and personal with his own mortality. After a show, Kelleher tumbled down a steep staircase at the Kildare’s Pub in King of Prussia, fracturing his skull and suffering a traumatic brain injury. He was taken by helicopter to the University of Pennsylvania Trauma Center in critical condition. Miraculously, he came through with no residual effects though, he jokes, “that depends on who you talk to—some say yes, some say no.”

He’s also the father of four young children, ranging in age from 7 to 13; vice president of Philadelphia firm for which he travels; and in addition to his Blackthorn gigs he’s been soloing both here and in Ireland, playing his own brand of Celtic blues.

“I cherish my time with Blackthorn,” Kelleher told us this week. “I’m going to miss the guys so much, all the camaraderie and all the Blackthorn fans, but I feel an obligation to myself to make time to do this. I can only serve so many masters and I want to be 100 percent focused on what I’m doing. With all that going on, I didn’t have much left for the family. I believe that unless you have balance in your life you’re not going to be happy.”

After his debut album, “Four Cups of Coffee,” he began doing solo shows in Ireland (Monroe’s Live and The Crane in Galway, and Portmarnock Country Club  in Dublin as well as Ulysses, a folk club in New York City, Puck in Doylestown, and lately, the Moose Lodge in Doylestown). He plays his own compositions and salts the evening’s playlist with covers of Jimi Hendrix, Jethro Tull, and Dylan. And comedy. There will always be funny stories and jokes.

“People come to my shows expecting me to be serious while immersed in my solos, but I can’t do that,” he says. “I’m too screwed up an individual to do that. I see the humor in things.”

Then he tells the story of when the paramedics were trying to take a history from him after he woke up in the chopper, post-staircase acrobatics. “I see lights flashing all around me and I thought to myself, is this me going to the other end?” he laughs.

They wanted to know if he had a family history of heart disease (both parents), and about his smoking (“only when I drink”), drinking (“five to six days a week, and on the weekends it could be 7-8 drinks looking at each other”), and whether he had high cholesterol (“Yep!”). “And I know they’re thinking, this guy’s dead. Then they asked me what I did. I told them, ‘I’m a musician.’ They looked at each other and started laughing. I know they were thinking, with that history, I should have been dead 10 years before I had that accident.

“Well there’s no better defense than humor,” says Kelleher, who cleaned up his act after that. “You can disarm the most miserable bastard in the world with a sense of humor and protect yourself from the bad times.”

That’s something he can share with his CD producer Pete Huttlinger. Kelleher has been in Nashville with Huttlinger, a renowned guitarist, recording some tracks for a new CD. Not long ago, Huttlinger, who is only in his 40s, suffered a stroke, leaving him paralyzed and speechless. “But he’s playing now with Darryl Hall and it will be a while but he’ll be back,” Kelleher says.

The new CD, he says, won’t be as eclectic as the first one, which reflected Kelleher’s many interests, from traditional Celtic music, to Southern blues, to the music by famed Irish rocker Rory Gallagher. “That first album had everything but the kitchen sink,” he laughs. “The new one will have a singer-songwriter feel to it. I’m putting together 10-11 songs that have a common thread. There will be a lot more continuity.” He expects it to debut in the spring.

Until then you can see and hear him again at Puck in Doylestown and on Friday, March 11, at the Moose Lodge  in Doylestown. And maybe, occasionally, with the boys of Blackthorn. He’s not planning to stop the music any time soon.

“I’ve been been very blessed,” he says. “I’ve been in music 42 years professionally. Most musicians my age have long stopped doing it. I’m doing it more than ever and enjoying it more than ever. In last five years my playing has progressed much further than I ever imagined it would. And as long as I can see improvement, I’ll continue to play. Once that stops, it won’t be as interesting.”

See photos by Patti Byrd of Kelleher’s swan song with Blackthorn.

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How to Be Irish in Philly This Week

Blackthorn once again puts its Celtic rock power behind a fundraiser, this Saturday for Archbishop Ryan’s Alumni Association. It’s normally a sell-out crowd, so check our calendar for contact info and make those calls now.

Also on Saturday, Enter the Haggis will be at the World Café Live. Extremely popular Celtic rock band from Canada, so again, make those calls now.

Spring Hill House Concerts is hosting multi-talented Grey Larsen (fiddle, tin whistle, concertina, and flute) and songwriter-guitarist Cindy Kallet in this intimate venue. You may have heard the duo on National Public Radio—now you can hear them in someone’s livingroom.

On Sunday, a real treat: piper Jerry O’Sullivan, one of the masters, will be performing at the Coatesville Cultural Society. He was recently in town with Mick Moloney for the annual concert to benefit St. Malachy’s School in North Philadelphia.

On Sunday afternoon, join Philadelphia’s Derry Society at a mass of remembrance for those who lost their lives on January 30, 1972, in Derry during the incident now called “Bloody Sunday” when British paratroopers fired on a largely peaceful crowd of protesters. The killings sparked years of violent conflict in Northern Ireland.

If you’re looking for a little music with your lunch on Wednesday, stop by the Irish Immigration Center in Upper Darby: the remarkable accordian player Kevin McGillian will be entertaining with his son John. You’ll have to RSVP because space is limited, so check our calendar for info.

On Friday, get ready to laugh your kilt off with The Irish Comedy Tour, coming to the Sellersville Theatre, and featuring Detroit native Derek Richards, Boston’s own Mike McCarthy, and Dubliner Keith Aherne. We saw another combination of comics when the tour came here last year and they were a hoot.

The Martin McDonagh play, “A Skull in Connemara,” continues its run this week at St. Stephen’s Theatre in Philadelphia. The run has been extended to February 13.

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For Jerry O’Sullivan, Musical Success Is All Relative

Jerry O'Sullivan, playing at a recent musical benefit at St. Malachy's Church.

Jerry O'Sullivan, playing at a recent musical benefit at St. Malachy's Church.

Maybe Jerry O’Sullivan would have grown up to be one of the world’s premier uilleann pipers, no matter what. Perhaps he would have popped up on more than 90 albums, played around the world in small spaces and symphonic halls alike, and performed with some of the best musicians on the planet propelled by nothing more than his native talent.

Still, you have to wonder whether O’Sullivan’s journey to the top of trad ever would have happened, were it not for the influence of one retiring but very important man—O’Sullivan’s maternal grandfather.

Andrew Duffy was born in 1899 in Killasser, County Mayo, a townland near Swinford, County Mayo. He emigrated to the New York area in the 1920s. He returned to Ireland only once in his life, in 1963.

Still, Ireland never left him. The traditions and music of Andrew Duffy’s homeland always figured prominently in his life, and he passed them along to Jerry O’Sullivan.

Because of the illness of his mother Frances, much of O’Sullivan’s childhood and early adolescence was spent under the roof of Andrew and Pauline Nolan Duffy in Yonkers. Every Sunday, after Mass, O’Sullivan and his grandfather settled in to listen to Irish music albums.

“He grew up with Irish music and and danced to it when he was a young man,” recalls O’Sullivan. “He had a good ear; his taste was my taste. I was the only member of the family who would sit and listen to it with him.

“I’m sure it meant a lot to him that I listened with him. He was a quiet type of man; he didn’t say too much. if he did say something, it was important. Listening to music was just something we did. I’m sure he liked having my company.”

O’Sullivan credits some of the LPs in his grandfather’s collection with starting him on his way. He recalls one album in particular, recorded in 1962, “The Traditional Dance Music of Ireland” with Peter Carberry and Sean Ryan, a bare-bones pairing of uilleann pipes chanter and fiddle. It made his ears perk up whenever he heard that LP—and he started hearing it at a young age, 4 or 5 years old. O’Sullivan has made a lifelong study of piping and players, but that recording, he admits, influences him still.

It wasn’t until a bit later in his young life that his interest became a full-blown passion. O’Sullivan spent time, off and on, summering and spending holidays with relatives in Ireland. It was during one stay in Dublin at his maternal great uncle Jack Nolan’s house that he became enmeshed in the local traditional music scene.

In this he was helped along by another relative, cousin Tom Dermody, who played button accordion. “He started taking me around to Irish music sessions, and at one a session in the North end I got to really see uilleann pipes up close for the first time, and to talk to the piper for a while.”

Around this time, he was also introduced to piper and renowned pipe maker Matt Kiernan, a retired Garda. O’Sullivan haunted Kiernan’s house at 19 Offaly Road, and ultimately Kiernan was persuaded to make O’Sullivan’ first set of pipes.

Later, after he acquired his pipes, he says, “I started playing with (cousin) Tom; he was somebody I felt comfortable with. Having the experience of playing with him made it more comfortable to play with other people.”

In his travels around Dublin, he also had the opportunity to hear or chat with many of the greats of uilleann piping. including Carberry, Fergus Finnegan and Gay McKeon. When you hear him play today, you might assume he took years of lessons. But that wasn’t the way it was. Most of what he learned came from hearing those pipers and many others, just soaking it all in. It was the old watch, listen and play approach.

“Going back 30-35 years ago, I did have a couple of lessons (with Peter McKenna), but it just wasn’t my experience,” O’Sullivan says. “It was osmosis. It was more listening to the pipes, and some of it was reading articles and books on the subject. There was no formal student-teacher relationship with any one individual.”

For O’Sullivan it was a natural way to learn. By the time he started playing, he had already listened to many recordings of uilleann pipers, he says, “so I knew in my head how it should sound, and that was a huge help.”

Back in New York, he learned more—”a little bit here and a little bit there”—from the great Bill Ochs. Still, he learned most by listening, just as he absorbed every note from his grandfather’s albums.

Actually, in retrospect, those LPs might inspired a very different musical career path. And once again, you have to wonder: What if?

“I always loved listening to the uilleann pipes, but the fiddle was my first choice. (Unfortunately) I didn’t have the contacts with any fiddle players in those days. I wasn’t successful at finding a fiddle instructor,” he recalls.

Once again, the timely intervention of a family member steered O’Sullivan in the direction of uilleann pipes. “My grandmother suggested I join a highland pipe band,” he says. “I did that for a year or two. It was fun for the camaraderie, but musically it was frustrating. The desire to learn uilleann pipes took hold after that. I just thought that as a really neat sounding instrument. There was always something beautiful about the sound. The mechanical end of things was, for a young guy, also appealing. There was a lot of hardware … but that was a secondary thing. The primary thing was just having that sound in my head.”

“I love the fiddle,” he says, looking back on his Irish traditional musical journey. “But I’m glad I picked the uilleann pipes.”

If you haven’t heard O’Sullivan, you can find out for yourself why he made the right choice. (He’s also a dazzling player of Irish wood flute, tin whistle, the low whistle, the highland pipes and the Scottish smallpipes.) O’Sullivan is playing in concert at the Coatesville Traditional Irish Music Series, Sunday, January 30 at 8 p.m. There’s also a preconcert piping workshop. For details, visit http://www.ctims.info/

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Review: “A Galway Afternoon”

A Galway Afternoon“A Galway Afternoon” would be a priceless gift to Irish music listeners under any circumstances, filled as it is with tunes that encapsulate and preserve so many examples of box player Joe Madden’s boundless energy and the apparently limitless joy he took in playing.

Joined and supported by his famous daughter Joanie on flute and whistle on 13 of the 14 tracks, Joe Madden packs a sound that seems to well up from some deep place to expand and fill the room, sucking up every last ounce of oxygen. Joe Madden is a commanding presence, and “A Galway Afternoon” is very much his own.

What makes the release of this CD (at Catskills Irish Arts Week) so poignant and precious is the fact that Joe Madden is no longer with us. All the tracks on which he is featured are the result of Joanie’s crafty plan to pull him into Charlie Lennon’s Cuan Recording Studio in Spiddal, County Galway, in June, 2008. At the time, he was just shy of 70.

Like a lot of traditional players, Madden apparently was not the type to leap at an opportunity to record. That he was lured into the studio for such an all-encompassing exposition of his powerful skills was an act of providence. In November of that year, Madden fell down the stairs in his home, resulting in spinal cord damage and paralysis. Those mighty hands were stilled. Shortly thereafter, he died.

The Irish music community was left to cope with grief over Madden’s loss. But at the same time, it also was left with something wondrous to remember him by.

To be sure, Joanie Madden makes her presence known on “A Galway Afternoon,” setting her usual blistering pace on the reels and jigs and painting a lush, vibrant musical mural on the slow air “Sliabh geal gCua.”

But mostly, she seems content to play a supporting role, and the passion and energy of Joe Madden takes center stage. From one set of tunes to the next, it is Joe Madden’s playing that commands your attention. Maybe “demands” is a better word.

“A Galway Afternoon” is jammed with well-worn old tunes with colorful names like “Sault’s Own Hornpipe,” “The Little Thatched Cabin,” “Pussy Got the Measles” and “The Spike Island Lassies.” Madden obviously was one of those players who had forgotten more tunes than most of us will ever know.

There’s absolutely nothing fancy or fussy about how Madden plays. It’s just straight-ahead dance music, played with a sure hand. There’s a purity there, along with razor-sharp precision. 

Also joining the supporting cast are Charlie Lennon on piano, John Madden on drums (he’s flat-out wonderful) and Gabriel Donohue on guitar.

On the final track—a set of reels, including “Dinny O’Brien’s and “Sean Sa Che”—we’re treated to a glimpse of Joe Madden’s sparkling personality. After the music ends, we hear his laughing voice echoing in the recording studio: “The hell with the last couple of notes. That’s it.”

No, Joe. As long as we have this recording, that’ll never be it.

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Mangan & McGiver: Just a Catching Fire

Patrick Mangan and Ryan McGiver

Patrick Mangan and Ryan McGiver

In case you missed it: last Saturday night, a packed house was treated to the Philadelphia Ceili Group’s presentation of the Pat Mangan and Ryan McGiver concert.

Mangan, the fiddle player who joined the Riverdance troupe at the tender age of 16, and McGiver, who plays regularly with singer-songwriter Susan McKeown, met three years ago at the summer traditional music mecca otherwise known as The Catskills Irish Arts Week.

“I saw Pat playing, and I asked ‘Who is that guy? He’s good.’ Even though we both had played around New York, our paths had never crossed before,” McGiver explained. But to see the two of them now, you’d think they’d been musical partners all their lives. “We have a lot of fun playing together, it’s really good energy. We’d been playing together in sessions in New York, and we realized that it just works. So we thought, why not do a tour.”

Why not, indeed? With both musicians working on upcoming solo CD releases (Mangan already has an album titled “Farewell to Ireland” and McGiver can currently be heard on McKeown’s brilliant “Singing in the Dark” cd), there will hopefully be more tours by this duo in the near future.

But for those who missed out last Saturday, we have some videos to introduce you to these two.