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County Roscommon Remembers its Native Son

 
Tommy Moffit in Roscommon

The late Tommy Moffit (right), receiving his Hall of Fame award from Midwest Radio's Seamus Ó Dubhtaigh at the 2004 Ganley/Rushe Traditional Weekend.

The following appeared in the Roscommon Herald. It is reprinted here with the Herald’s kind permission.

Late Mr Tommy Moffit, musician

The death occurred last week, in Philadelphia, of well-known traditional musician Tommy Moffit. Tommy, a native of Errisaune, Gorthaganny, was aged 79 and passed away after a short illness.

He was a gifted musician, starting on the tin whistle before learning to play the accordion, on which he excelled. Tommy emigrated to the USA in the year of the Big Snow, 1947, when he was just 16 years of age. He first lived in Atlantic City, before eventually settling in Philadelphia. There he played with several céilí bands before setting up his own, the Tommy Moffit Band. They were very popular in the local Irish community and were in great demand for festivals, parties, dances and weddings.

In 1982 he brought the band home to Ireland and they played at several venues in the west to packed houses. Tommy hosted a Sunday morning radio show on Philadelphia radio station WTMR, The Tommy Moffit Irish Show, for over 30 years. He was the recipient of several prestigious awards for his endeavours with Irish music and culture. In 1999, he received the Philadelphia Comhaltas Person of the Year award and, in 2000, was inducted into the Comhaltas Hall of Fame.

In 2004 he was honoured in his native place when the Ganley/Rushe Traditional Weekend in Gorthaganny presented him with another Hall of Fame award. He was particularly pleased with this, saying that he felt it was a special honour to have been remembered in the home he had left so long ago.

Tommy was predeceased by his wife, Peggy, née Harrington, Bushfield, Charlestown; his brother Eugene, Errisaune; sisters, Mary Ellen Mahon, Dromod, and Kathleen Haverty, Philadelphia.

He is survived by his daughters, Cathy and Mary, both Philadelphia, and son, Thomas, California, as well as many grandchildren, nieces and nephews. Following requiem mass in St Joseph’s Church, his burial took place in Philadelphia on Saturday, May 15th.

Music, People

Goodbye to the Gentle Man from Roscommon

Tommy Moffit

Tommy Moffit

Tommy Moffit, native of County Roscommon, self-taught accordion player and band leader whose name is synonymous with Irish radio in Philadelphia, died on Tuesday, May 11 of chronic obstructive pulmonary disease. He was 79.

Until he retired three years ago, Moffit spent 30 years playing three or four nights a week with his Tommy Moffit Band at various locations throughout the area.

“He was a bartender who did music on the side but you would have thought music was his fulltime job,” says his daughter, Catherine Moffit. “He played at the Irish Center, at Emmett’s Place in Oxford Circle, at all the ceilis, in basements. There was a time when if you were Irish, you had Tommy Moffit in your basement one Friday night.”

Moffit first picked up the button accordion when he arrived in the Philadelphia area after the deaths of his parents within three months of one another. He and his sister stayed with their accordion-playing uncle, Tom McDonough, who owned the Erin Pub in Atlantic City. “He learned to play by ear,” says his daughter. “He also taught himself to play a little tin whistle.”

Moffit worked for a time at the Penn Fruit Company, then bought his own bar, Moffit’s Café, at Fifth and Cortland streets in Philadelphia. After he sold that, he worked as a bartender at Bud’s on Rhawn Street. “He was an excellent bartender,” says his friend and former band mate, Vince Gallagher, president of the Irish Center. “That’s where his people skills came out. You could confide in him. If you had something you didn’t want anyone to know about, Tommy Moffit would be the man to talk to because it never went any further. He was a real gentleman. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone. And he helped a lot of people, but he wouldn’t talk about it. He was a private man, but he was also very outgoing. Even after his retirement Tommy was everywhere. The whole world knew him.”

His daughter agrees, though she admits there was a time when being the child of the famous Tommy Moffit wasn’t advantageous. “There was no way any of us could sneak around because everyone knew Tommy Moffit—everybody knew my Dad,” she said, laughing.

It would have been hard not to. He played for “19 years straight” at the Irish Center ceilis, from the time it was the only place to get a drink on a Sunday night. “If you fainted you wouldn’t fall over, it was packed to the gills,” recalls Gallagher. “Tommy used to play till one or two in the morning and people would dance like hell all night long. Then everyone would hang out at the bar and sing for two more hours.”

Moffit was a fixture at Emmett’s, which continued to draw dancers out on weekends as the neighborhood became less and less Irish. At a party celebrating Moffit’s retirement from his Sunday radio show on WTMR 800AM four years ago, some of his regulars included Jewish couples from the nearby adult center. “We’re not Irish but we love Irish music,” said Anita Auerbach at the time. “And Tommy lets us get up and sing.” The Tommy Moffit Band came out of retirement in 2008 when Emmett’s hosted its last ceili; owner Emmett Ruane retired and shuttered this little piece of Irish history in a Northeast Philadelphia strip mall.

From 1974 to 2006, when he wasn’t playing Irish traditional music himself, Moffit was playing tracks from Irish music CDs on his Sunday morning radio show which he passed it on to old friend and chosen heir, Marianne MacDonald. “He was digging into his own pocket to keep it going; a lot of people didn’t know about that,” says Gallagher, whose Vince Gallagher’s Irish Radio Hour aired right before Moffit’s. “He loved that radio station and he didn’t want to leave, but it was financially impossible to keep it going.” Today, Gallagher and MacDonald can only continue the tradition by running PBS-style radiothons twice a year. “That show was one of the loves of his life.”

Those who knew him well or slightly all said the same thing about the man from Roscommon: he was a gentleman, a gentle man, with a wry sense of humor, who always made them feel important.

“He had an ability to make everyone he was talking to feel like his closest friend, like you were the only person in the room, ” says Michael Bradley, who became friends with Moffit as the two worked together on the St. Patrick’s Day parade. Bradley is the parade director; Moffit did color commentary in the CBS3 booth on parade day.

Moffit’s ubiquity on the Irish scene almost worked against him when it came to being honored, says Bradley. “In 2006 we were talking about who should be grand marshal and Tommy’s name came up. He’d been around so much, everyone thought he’d already been grand marshal and he hadn’t. He’d sit there year after year as one person after the other was chosen and he didn’t say anything. Of course, when we realized, he was the unanimous choice.”

Bradley, who frequently referred to Moffit as his “godfather,’ says the nickname actually came from his teenaged son, Mickey. “I invited Tommy to my son’s high school graduation party. He couldn’t make it down the stairs, so he stayed up in the living room and one by one people lined up just to talk to him. One of my son’s friends asked him who the guy was everyone was lining up to see. Mickey said, ‘Oh, he’s like the Irish ‘Godfather’—everyone comes to see him. He’s old, but he’s the coolest guy you’ve ever met.’”

Moffit, whose wife, Peggy Harrington, preceded him in death, was a Korean War veteran, father of three–son, Thomas; daughters Catherine and Mary Matraszek—grandfather of five and great-grandfather of two. He was a co-founder of the Comhaltas Ceoltóirí Éireann of the Delaware Valley and was inducted into the Comhaltas Ceoltóirí Éireann Mid-Atlantic Hall of Fame.

Though he lived in the US most of his life, he “missed his home really bad,” says his daughter. Catherine. “He went home every year until about three years ago. He wanted to go back one last time and we were actually supposed to leave on Sunday for Ireland. That didn’t turn out but. . .you know what, he’s there now, looking down on Roscommon and smiling.”

A viewing will be held Friday night from 6-9 PM at St. Joseph’s Church, 7631 Waters Road, Cheltenham, and after 8:30 AM on Saturday, May 15, at Presentation of the Blessed Virgin Mary Church, 100 Old Soliders Road, Cheltenham, where a funeral mass will follow at 10 AM. Burial will be at Holy Sepulchre Cemetery in Cheltenham.

Mass cards can be sent to the Moffit family in care of Cathy Moffit.
3672 Whitehall Lane, Philadelphia, PA 19114.

Donations in Tommy’s name may be made to:

The Little Sisters of the Poor
Holy Family Home
3800 Chester Avenue
Philadelphia, PA 19143

Music, People

Tributes to Tommy

Tommy Moffit and Vince Gallagher

Tommy Moffit, left, with his longtime friend Vince Gallagher.

Some of Tommy’s friends shared their memories of him with us. Feel free to share yours in the comments section.

(Reported by Denise Foley, Lori Lander Murphy, and Marianne MacDonald.)

Marianne MacDonald, longtime friend, host of “Come West Along the Road,” on WTMR 800 AM

Mentor, inspiration, friend, kindred spirit… Tommy was all of these and more to me. I met Tommy over 20 years ago when I started to go to Emmett’s Place in the Northeast. Tommy played there all of the time, and my favorite time to go was always the night before Thanksgiving. The bar would be packed, there would be dozens of people trying to dance in an area barely big enough to swing a cat. Tommy would be playing away at the front of the room, telling us to keep moving, keep up with the music!

Throughout the years, Tommy and I became good friends. We worked together in different organizations and the thing that I am most glad I was able to do for Tommy was when I nominated him to (and he won) the Mid-Atlantic Comhaltas Ceoltóirí Éireann Hall of Fame. I was determined that Tommy’s work in promoting and preserving the Irish culture and music scene here in Philadelphia be recognized by as many people as possible. But Tommy never sought the limelight or needed recognition to be appreciated.

His love of traditional Irish music knew no limits. He was always willing to share a CD of an artist that I heard on his Sunday morning radio show. I used to time my Sundays so that I could listen to his entire show as I drove to Toms River to visit my parents. When Tommy would ask who the mystery singer was, I would call in as I drove and Tommy would laugh that I could talk and drive at the same time. That was always my special time to listen to Tommy and have no distractions to take me away from his voice and his music.

Tommy was always there to help out. If there was a fundraiser or an event at which he could play, he always volunteered. As he grew older and the fingers stiffened up a bit, he moved into the role of emcee. From the Wren Parties of old, to the Ceili Group festivals to benefits for friends who had fallen ill, Tommy was there to share stories, jokes and memories.

When Tommy decided it was time to retire from his radio show, I was deeply honored and touched when he asked me to take the reins. I had sat in with him several times previously, loved the easy way he bantered with his audience and the incredible knowledge of the music he played and loved. How could I possibly fill his chair? When I finally went solo, Tommy called me during each show and told me what a good job I was doing and how much he looked forward to listening each week. He very generously offered me the opportunity to come to his apartment and go through his CDs and borrow anything that interested me. That was Tommy to the core, generous and giving always.

In 2006, I ran a tour to Ireland and was able to offer Tommy the chance to come along. He was thrilled to be touring with a group of musicians and dancers and we had a great night at the White House Hotel in Ballinlough, Co. Roscommon, when Tommy’s family came out, along with many of the locals, to pay tribute to Tommy as he performed for the ceili that evening. I remember seeing how adored Tommy was that evening as we said our farewells to the Roscommon folks as we returned to Galway.

Tommy’s tired body has gone home but his gentle spirit, kind words and twinkling wit live on here in my heart and I’m sure in the hearts of all who knew him. God bless you, Tommy Moffit. Rest in peace.

Gerry Buckley, co-founder, Comhaltas Ceoltóirí Éireann of the Delaware Valley

Tommy was a great character and one who tirelessly promoted Irish culture and pride throughout the Delaware Valley in so many different venues and was a great supporter for so many different Irish organisations. Tommy did so much to promote the cause of CCE-DV for many years as a board member and always supported and attended our events when he could. Inducted into the CCE hall of Fame in 2002 Tommy’s contributions to all the Irish groups and societies will be fondly remembered and much talked about I am sure over the next coming days and weeks. There is many the quiet reflection going on all over Philadelphia, Delaware and NJ of the many many ceilis and occasions where Tommy played his heart our and looked down at the dancers with that big wide smile. From the South Jersey Irish Society in Palmyra to Trenton to Sr Pegs Ceilis, to DE ceilis, to the Timoney ceilis, PCG events, Irish Center, down the shore, Bucks County to the local Irish pub session or gathering one person could be relied to be there when he could and that was Tommy. And how he graced the airwaves for so many years with his choice of great Irish traditional music. He knew the true Irish traditional style of music—he knew how much it meant to some many people and I am sure, he knew how much he was appreciated and loved by all the Irish (be they traditionalists or not). Ar dheis De go raibh a anam usuail – God rest his noble soul.

John O’Callaghan, front man for the band, Jamison

Editor’s Note: O’Callaghan wrote this about Tommy Moffit when he retired and shared it with us this week.

I just wanted to take a minute of your time to tell you about a remarkable musician, Irish radio show host, and overall individual. His name is Tommy Moffit. For the past 30 years of my life, I experienced Tommy in many facets in the Irish community. When I was a child, I can remember the many Friday and Saturday nights when my parents, aunts, uncles and most of all my grandmother would try to find a baby-sitter so they could go to Emmett’s Place to hear Tommy play and Irish dance straight into the night. At times a baby-sitter couldn’t be found and I had to go with them. To be honest, at first I was not too enthusiastic about going to a bar to hear “that Irish Stuff” at 8-9 years old, but at least I got to eat one of Emmett’s famous cheesesteaks and wash it down with an unlimited supply of soda. After a few times at Emmett’s and hearing Tommy’s band play, I was hooked. As the years went by and my family stopped going to Emmett’s, I would always look for Irish music, especially music with an accordion. I attempted (and failed horribly) to learn the accordion and settled with learning to play the guitar and sing. When I was in college, I had a job washing cars at a funeral home. Pretty easy job, and just as long as you don’t mind what goes on at a funeral home, it was good pay for kid trying to work his way through college. I remember every Wednesday afternoon, I would put on the radio just to hear the Tommy Moffit Irish Hour. My boss and co-workers thought it was uncanny and sometimes weird to have a 20-year-old college student listening to the “sweetest sound this side of Roscommon.” but hey, Tommy would give free plugs to the funeral home when I called to make a request, so they didn’t mind one bit.

As I moved into the Irish scene as a musician myself, Tommy motivated me like no other person ever had or ever will. I can remember at the 1995 Penn’s Landing Irish Festival, Tommy’s band just finished playing and my group, Shades of Green, were up next. We were very nervous and instead of enjoying the time on stage, we just blew by our hour set. After we finished, I remember Tommy pulling me aside, sitting me down and critiquing our set. With a pointed finger, and raised Roscommon voice, he told me “Never turn your back to the crowd” and “always know what you’ll play next,” after which he shook my hand and congratulated us on a job well done, being that it was our first time on the main stage.

One final story to tell you… Tommy was over in Roscommon at the same time Shades of Green were on a three-week tour in Ireland. Tommy and his brother drove from his hometown in Roscommon to Ballyhaunis, County Mayo to see us play. To me, that was the apex of our tour in Ireland. To have a man that I looked up to since I was a boy come and see us play, goes to show what kind of person he really is. With these experiences, I can honestly tell you Tommy can be your most fierce critic but also a truly dedicated fan.

When I was told that Tommy has retired as the host of his Irish radio show, it struck me in a sad way, and compelled me to write this article. Tommy, I just want to thank you for all the years that you have given to the Irish community through your radio show. As for me and my family, I want to thank you for the many years of music you have provided for us, as well as the guidance that you had given me as well as every Irish musician in the city of Philadelphia to strive to be at least as half as good as you are, not only as a musician, but a great person that I am happy to call my friend.

Joe O’Callaghan, friend

I’ve known Tommy for 40, 45 years. I used to love to go out Irish dancing, and I remember when he was playing with the Four Provinces Orchestra years ago. Yes, that was a long time ago! My father used to take me to see him, down at Broad and Erie.

My mother was from Ballyhaunis in County Mayo, near from where Tommy was from, and he knew a lot of my mother’s relatives. So, I’d see Tommy at a lot of my relatives’ playing. And of course, he played at Emmett’s, he played at the Irish festivals. He played at my wedding. At my wedding, when we had the reception, dinner was late getting started, and they closed the bar down. Now, I’m a non-drinker, so it didn’t worry me, but I was worried for all the guests. You’ve got 300 Irish Americans here, the dinner’s late, and the bar is closed. Tommy said to me, “Don’t worry. We’ll play some music and get them dancing.” And they did. They had everyone Irish dancing all night—more Irish dancing than any other kind. And at the end of the night, Tommy said, “We’re having such a good time, we want to play a little bit longer for you.”

He reminded me of my father, very old stock Irish… not too firm, but people always listen to ‘em. He was very generous. He was always trying to get me to sing…”You’ve got a good voice, you should sing,” he’d say. “Hey, Joey, you want to sing?” And I’d say, “Oh, no, Tommy, I‘ll leave the singing to my son.” He was very instrumental in my son John playing Irish music, which just thrilled me. I thanked him for helping John to get into the Irish music field.

He was very charitable. If anybody needed any help, he would help them. He would really go out of his way for people. And he never turned me down when I asked him to play a reel. He was very knowledgable about music. Boy, he could play some music, though. I always liked to do a good set with him.

I liked Tommy very much. I always used to enjoy when he talked about Ireland to me. He was a top gun as far as I’m concerned. He was a good gentleman, a good Christian, a good musician and a good friend. Mainly a good friend first. I think a lot of people are gonna miss him.

Emmett Ruane, former owner of Emmett’s Place in Oxford Circle, where the Tommy Moffit Band played for many years

We were together a long time. I think I met him in the late 1960’s. My wife’s family knew Tommy when he went into the bar business. We really got to know each other in 1972, that’s when he started playing at Emmett’s. He played there from ‘72 to about ‘82. Then he left… he wanted to do something else for awhile. He came back in ‘92.

He was more American than some of the Americans born here. He served in the Korean War, and he never forgot what it meant. At the holidays, we’d have an indoor picnic at Emmett’s and Tommy would be playing; he’d always wind up the dancing with “The Star Spangled Banner” and “God Bless America.” It upset him when they played the national anthem and people didn’t stand up. Sometimes he told them, too. One night at the bar when he wasn’t playing, the national anthem started playing. There were two men who had just gotten out of the Marine Corps, they still had the short haircuts, and they didn’t stand up. Tommy yelled at them, and they jumped out of their seats like two rabbits! When it was over, they came back and apologized to him. They said they hadn’t known what to do, they’d never heard it played in a bar before. Tommy reminded them—no matter where you are, you always stand. He was the most patriotic person I knew.

Music, People

A Look Back at Tommy Moffit in Pictures and Video

Tommy Moffit on the button accordion.

Tommy Moffit on the button accordion.

Go to a concert, and there was Tommy Moffit. Attend a St. Patrick’s Day Parade party … Tommy Moffit was there.

Ever since we launched irishphiladelphia.com in 2006, we’ve bumped into the Man from Roscommon countless times. In fact, Tommy was grand marshal of the very first Philadelphia St. Patrick’s Day Parade we covered (2006).

Always ready with a joke, a story or a word of encouragement, Tommy Moffit was there. Now that voice has been stilled. We thought we’d look back through our photos and videos and share our pictorial memories with you.

Dance, Music

Stranded in Nashville

Nashville flood

The flooded road that stranded 51 tourists from Philadelphia.

When the Irish emigrated to America, they brought with them their love of music and song. Much of this heritage was instilled in future generations in the form of country and bluegrass music. The songs of love, hardship, and tragedy, the reels and other tunes battered out on barn floors and stages, live on in Nashville, Tennessee.

On April 27, a group of 51 travelers left from Philadelphia to visit this mecca of traditional, old-time country music. The group was a cross-section of folks who had heard about through the Irish Center on or on the Sunday Irish Radio Shows when it was announced by Vince Gallagher and myself. Out of the 51 folks, well more than half were Irish-born and had grown up listening to Brenda Lee, Patsy Cline, Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash and Hank Williams, among others. This was their first time to see the halls and honky-tonks where the music had been played for years.

Little did any of us know that we were going to be caught up in the extreme weather story of week—the torrential rains and flooding that left much of Nashville and its environs under water and as many as 19 people dead.

But when we arrived in Nashville a week ago, we started out as enthusiastic tourists. Our first stop: the Country Music Hall of Fame. One of the current exhibits was “The Williams Family Legacy” charting the tragic, short life of one of country music’s biggest stars, Hank Williams. Providing on-board entertainment were three of Philadelphia’s finest musicians (and comedians): Luke Jardel, Fintan Malone and Pat Kildea. The three of them have played in a dozen or more local Irish groups, duos or bands, experience that served them well when they were called on to lift the spirits of some stranded travelers and beleagured locals.

Although we were in the home of country music, we managed to end our first evening in Mulligan’s Pub singing along to Irish music. Our second day, bright and sunny, was spent wealthy musicians’ homesteads and the haunts of Nashville. We spent some time at the Ryman Auditorium and then the Grand Ole Opry.

It started to rain on Saturday, and we made our soggy way to the Hermitage, the home of President Andrew Jackson, then to the Gaylord Opryland Hotel Complex, luxury hotels are set completely under glass with beautiful indoor gardens, restaurants, a small river flowing through, shops and even a boat ride. Most of the group went to the historic St. Mary’s Cathedral in Nashville, dating back to the Civil War, to go to Mass where we discovered the visiting priest was from Dublin, Ireland. Our prayers were to serve us well over the next few days.

We started a special evening at the Cock of the Walk Restaurant—where dinner is served on tin plates—then on to the legendary music bar, John A’s where one of the regular performers is an amazing singer named Brenda Mullin, whose grandaunt, Rosemarie Timoney, was on the tour with us. Originally from Canada, where she won on the T show “Canada’s Most Talented”, she was recruited by a Nashville record company to record and perform in Nashville.

During the overnight hours, the steady rain started to pelt down. The wind started howling, the tornado sirens started blasting. We weren’t sure we were going to be able to make it to Memphis that day on our tour coach, but the driver decided to go after checking weather reports and conferring with other drivers. But this weather hadn’t be predicted. We weren’t far out of Nashville when we realized we were not only not going to make it to Memphis, we might not make it back to Nashville. The highway became a shallow stream, then a roaring creek, then a raging river.

So what did our travelers do? They started to party on the bus. Musician Luke Jardel kept the group laughing with his jokes and stories, and even managed to squeeze into one of the overhead luggage compartments to take a short nap.

After several hours of vehicle jockeying, Ronnie, the amazing man behind the wheel of our bus, was able to back the bus over a mile down the thruway, maneuver a K-turn and drive off the on-ramp. But once back on the main road, he discovered that all roads leading back to Nashville were closed. This left just one option, find a gas station and confer with other drivers about possible detours.

In the small town of Kingston Springs, sits a BP station, two or three small motels, a Mexican restaurant, an Arby’s, a Mapco and a Quizno’s. This turned out to be the tours’ home-away-from-home-away-from hotel for the next several hours. Several folks went off to the Mexican restaurant for two-for-one beers and margaritas. Other folks chose to buy food and watch the movie on the bus for a while. A few more walked up to Quizno’s. When they told the manager about the bus stranded in the BP parking lot, we were surprised and thrilled to see the employees coming down to the lot with trays of subs and cases of cold water for us.

It is said that the Irish can always make their own fun, as long as they can sing or dance. How true this proved to be! As the sky grew dark and the rain started to lift, an amazing thing happened. Luke, Fintan and Pat set up their instruments outside the BP station. A cooler full of beer appeared for all to share. The music started and before you could say “Gas Pump Ceili” the parking lot was full of Irish folks dancing the Gay Gordon, the Highland, and the Two Hand Reel. Locals joined in not just for the dancing, but also got up to sing. After two or more hours of total craic, Ronnie met a local gas company worker who told him there was a way to get back to Nashville! With a final singing of the Irish National Anthem, led by Rosemarie Timoney and the American National Anthem, led by Luke Jardel, we said goodbye to our new friends, filed back onto the bus and made our way back to our beds at one of the few hotels in Nashville that hadn’t been flooded.

When we got up the next morning for the bus trip to the airport, we were shocked to see how much damage the storm, which dumped as much as 12 inches of rain over 24 hours on the Tennessee Valley, had caused. Homes were under water. Bridges had collapsed. Schools were destroyed. Even the Grand Old Opry sustained damage as three inches of water seeped into this icon of country music, forcing shows to other, undamaged venues Nashville for the week.

Hearing the news reports—$1 billion in damage, 10 people dead in Nashville alone, two people missing—we realize just how lucky we had been.

To help repay the kindness of the people we met in Kingston Springs, TN, we are now planning a benefit concert to raise money to help those who have lost their homes and businesses. If you’d like to volunteer your band or just a hand, please contact me at rinceseit@msn.com.

Editor: Some Texas tourists were so delighted to have stumbled onto the impromptu ceili dance at the BP station, they filmed it and posted it on YouTube. You can see it here. 

Check out Marianne’s photos here.

Music

All-Ireland Champ Isaac Alderson, Singularly Focused on the Music He Loves

Isaac Alderson

Isaac Alderson, on one of the several instruments at which he excels, the flute.

Isaac Alderson is many things…

At age 27, he‘s young.

As a musician, he’s talented in a manner many dream of but few can lay claim to: In 2002, he was named the All-Ireland Senior Champion on the flute, the whistle and the uillean pipes, in the process making this Chicago native the first American since Joanie Madden to win a tin whistle championship.

For a profession, he is making a living playing the Irish music he loves. “Irish music… I came across it when I was 11 or 12. My mom had a friend who gave me my first practice set of pipes, and I started playing them at 14. The pipes, they’re the most awkward thing for a beginner…I was really enthusiastic about it; through my high school years it was almost like an obsession. I practiced all the time,” Alderson recalled.

“I grew up in a musical household, not Irish music, but my dad had been a professional musician for a short time when he was young. He played the bass, the guitar, the harmonica. I played the saxophone when I was 10.”

Alderson’s teachers, once he discovered his passion for Irish music, were the likes of John Williams, Laurence Nugent, Al Purcell and Kieran O’Hare.

“I had a lot of people helping my interest along the way. I played a session in Evanston, and I learned a lot, hearing them play. Laurence Nugent was a primary influence.”

“My parents, my mother especially, worried about me a lot, about whether I’d be all right financially. When I was 17, my parents said, ‘Well, we think it’s about time you got a job,” and then I got handed down the session at The Hidden Shamrock in Chicago, paying $75,” Alderson laughed.

After graduating from Sarah Lawrence in 2005, Alderson made the decision to move to New York to pursue professionally the career that had begun as a fascination with Irish music and culture.

“I never saw myself getting into it in a professional capacity… I had no idea I’d ever make any money in it at all. New York’s a great place. There are tons of bars to play in, and always lots of traffic from Ireland… you don’t feel like you’re stepping on each other’s music toes.”

There’s a regular crowd of Irish musicians in New York, many of them around the same age, having arrived in the city about the same time. A camaraderie has developed among them, and an ease in playing together.

For Alderson, a collaboration between two of those musicians in particular has emerged: Fiddle player Grainne Murphy and guitar player Alan Murray.

“Alan and Grainne and I started playing together about two and a half years ago, a regular session at the Pig ‘n’ Whistle on 3rd. Six hours of playing together every Sunday for two years… slowly over the course of time, we’ve started to feel really comfortable together musically. We work very well together.”

The Philadelphia Ceili Group has thoughtfully and affectionately arranged for the trio to play at The Irish Center tonight, Friday, April 30, at 8:30 p.m. A last-minute scheduling conflict for Murray is bringing John Walsh and his guitar to town instead with Alderson and Murphy.

“I’ve played loads with Johnny. He was born in The Bronx, but raised in Kilkenny… he’s a remarkably versatile trad musician. He often plays with Paddy Keenan. He also has a recording studio in Westchester.”

The same studio, in fact, where Grainne Murphy recorded her recently launched CD, “Short Stories.”

Murphy hails from Boston, where she was gifted with her first fiddle at the tender age of 4. She learned to play from County Clare’s All-Ireland champion fiddler, Seamus Connolly.

Alderson is effusive in his praise for Murphy, with whom he “absolutely loves“ playing. In addition to her talent on the fiddle, “she has an incredible ability to pursue lots of different things at once. She’s a lawyer by trade, and an avid runner… she maintained her job as a lawyer, finished up her solo recording, kept up her running, and went back and forth to Massachusetts to help her brother, Patrick, in his campaign for city council, which he won.”

For Alderson, for now, his focus is on the music.

“It’s not a glamorous living, but I make enough to get by, and to have fun at the same time. I have thought at times of finding something a little more stable,” Alderson mused.

There doesn’t seem to be much need for that anytime soon. In addition to his regular gigs with Murphy and Murray, Alderson is pretty well booked.

“I freelance, and I get a lot of gigs by virtue of playing the pipes… I get way more gigs as a piper than as a flutist. They share me, I guess. The pipes are the quintessential Irish instrument, especially for stage gigs; people like to see the pipes.”

Oh, yes, Isaac Alderson is many things, including modest.

He can be seen playing with Shannon Lambert-Ryan, Fionan De Barra and Cheryl Prashker in RUNA.

He can be found performing with the group Jameson’s Revenge.

He recently returned from touring with Celtic Crossroads, and is set to go back out on the road with them in July.

And he is working on his first solo CD, which he hopes to finish up this June.

“What I like best above everything else is just playing tunes…playing trad music in its unadorned form.”

For information on their Philadelphia Ceili Group performance, Friday, April 30, visit their Web site. 

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Liam Clancy: The Life and Times of a “Sociable Loner”

Liam Clancy

The late Liam Clancy

As Liam Clancy was dying last fall, the documentary of his life, “The Yellow Bittern,” was about to come out on DVD. The film’s producer, Anna Rodgers, who’d spent five years plumbing the life of the youngest and last surviving member of the iconic group, The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem, recalls one of her last conversations with him. “He said ‘I’m going to boost sales for you.’ He was a terrible man for making those dark jokes. We’d say, ‘Liam, stop it,’ but he thought it was hilarious. I have to say, I did laugh to myself afterwards.”

“The Yellow Bittern, The Life and Times of Liam Clancy,” called an “small scale epic” by one critic, will have its only Philadelphia showing on Friday, May 7, at the Philadelphia Irish Center, 6815 Emlen Street, an event sponsored by The Philadelphia Ceili Group.

I spoke to Anna Rodgers by phone this week from her office at Crossing the Line Films in County Wicklow where she was putting the finishing touches on the RTE series, “Growing Up Gay.” A film she directed, “Today Is Better Than Two Tomorrows”–the story of two Laotian 11-year-olds, one in school, the other in Buddhist monastery—was recently screened at The Full Frame Documentary Film Festival in Durham, NC, and she’s also filming a documentary on the Faddenmore Psalter, an eighth century manuscript found in a bog.

You spent the last five years of Liam Clancy’s life with him. What was he like?

Really it’s very hard to say. He was a hard man to get to know in lots of ways. Even though he would be very gregarious, very friendly to people when he met them and he was a great conversationalist, it took time for him to let you in. He was a very deep thinker, very philosophical. You never had an ordinary conversation with Liam. As he was approaching the end of his life, he had an awareness of that, and he had philosophical ideas about what it’s all about, about his own life. He was a great storyteller, and he would tell the same stories over and over but I loved to hear them again and again because I loved the sound of his voice. That’s one of the things I miss the most. It was great fun to go out with him and have a meal. He would have a chat with everone. He was a sociable loner. Alan [Gilsenan, the film’s director] talks about “the capless interviews,” the ones we did in his home when he took his cap off and wasn’t the performer anymore. Then you got more of an insight.

Will we learn anything new and surprising in the documentary?

It’s not that kind of film. There are no big revelations in it. It’s not going to tell you something, if you’re a fan, that you didn’t know about before. It’s the way he tells a story, about his life and the period of time in cultural and political history in which the band existed [the ‘60s in the US]. One of the things in the film that is unique is the unseen archives, including home movies of Liam’s he found in his attic. And these were movies he’d never seen—including film of his own wedding! We also found some footage of his [1964] performance at the Newport Folk Festival filmed by his friend, [film director] Murray Lerner, but it took a couple of years to find that because the images had become separated from the sound.

How did Liam feel about having a film made about his life?

He once came across a grave of someone who had his name 100 years ago and he wondered what his life had been like. He wanted to put down his life story for posterity, to leave something behind for his children and grandchildren. He was very much into that, that a man should tell his story.

Was he able to see the film?

The film came out on Liam’s birthday and he came to opening night in Dublin, actually in a wheelchair. He was very weak. But he still partied all night. He went into the hospital and never came home, but we talked on the phone. We filmed to the very end. We even filmed his funeral. We knew he would have wanted us to. It was beautiful. Not a big show business funeral. Though there were a lot of people there, it felt like a very personal funeral. It was an absolutely beautiful day. It had been raining and there was a rainbow.

Why did you decide to call the film, The Yellow Bittern? Was it for the bird, which is shy and solitary, or the poem/song which is a mournful elegy by a drunken narrator of a marsh bird that has died of thirst?

It was Alan’s idea. We were trying to come up with a title for the film that would separate it from so many of the records, tribute albums and the other documentaries that had been done, including the previous documentary we ourselves had made [“The Legend of Liam Clancy”]. Liam loved that poem. It seemed poetic and lyrical and enigmatic, which hinted at the enigmatic performer who hides behind the mask. Liam recited it for us a number of times and had sung it. In fact, the last thing you hear on the film is actually Liam reading “The Yellow Bittern.” He was on oxygen and his voice was going and he had aged a lot, but you could tell how much he identified with some of the lyrics.

Here you can read a translation of the poem, from the Irish, by Seamus Heaney.

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A Rare Showing in Philadelphia: Liam Clancy’s story in “The Yellow Bittern”

Liam Clancy

Liam Clancy figures prominently in "The Yellow Bittern."

“That Volcano” may have been the cause of many a travel upheaval for folks around the globe recently, but it wasn’t only people who got delayed. Planes grounded by airborne ash also temporarily waylaid the arrival of the brilliant feature documentary “The Yellow Bittern” from arriving at its Philadelphia destination.

The film, the brainchild of director Alan Gilsenan, is a riveting feature-length portrait of Liam Clancy, culled in large part from rare archival footage (some that had been tucked away, forgotten, in Liam’s attic for years, the discovery of which, according to Gilsenan’s comments on the film’s Web site, surprised and thrilled the man himself), and intimate interviews done over the past several years. And the Philadelphia Ceili Group is one of only a few American outlets to be granted the rights to a stateside showing of the movie.

“One of the researchers from the film found us online, and contacted one of the board members at the PCG,” explained Beth Ann Bailey, the Ceili Group’s treasurer. “I took it on as my project to chair because my parents always had The Clancy Brothers albums playing in the house when I was growing up. As far as I know, the PCG is the first to host it in the Philadelphia area.”

There were just a few moments of worry for Bailey when the flight delays continued…but those worries are over now. The documentary arrived safe and sound this week, awaiting its one and only Philadelphia showing on Friday, May 7, at The Commodore Barry Center (aka The Irish Center) in Mount Airy.

“This is a different event for the Philadelphia Ceili Group to host…we haven’t done anything like this in a very long while, and the showing of “The Yellow Bittern” is a great way to re-introduce film premieres to the group’s events,” said Bailey.

The film is indeed a feast of music, biography and poignant insight into the lives of the Clancy Brothers. Liam, who was the last surviving member of the group, and who passed away this past December, figures most prominently. He’s the man that Bob Dylan once called “just the best ballad singer I’d ever heard in my whole life.”

Admission to the screening is $10, and seating will be limited. Tickets can be purchased online at www.philadelphiaceiligroup.org. The PCG recommends you purchase your tickets early.

“We hope people take advantage of the opportunity. It will be a great evening at the Irish Center…a brilliant movie showing at 7 p.m., and then immediately following the film, there will be a session happening as well!”

For a peek at the online preview of “The Yellow Bittern,” check out the official Web site of the film at www.liamclancyfilm.com.