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And For All, a Very Good Night Indeed

Guitarist Seán McElwain, in "wren boy" guise.

Guitarist Seán McElwain, in "wren boy" guise.

If you weren’t in the holiday mood before the Irish Christmas in America concert Saturday night at the Irish Center, then you would have to have been made of stone not to be full of the yuletide spirit afterward.

Holiday or not, it would have to have been a deeply satisfying experience for lovers of Irish traditional music. The core of the band consisted of three members of the supergroup Téada: fiddler and producer Oisín Mac Diarmada, Seán McElwain on guitar and Tristan Rosenstock on bodhrán and serving as the show’s narrator. Singing and playing flute and whistle was Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh, lead singer of yet another supergroup, Danú. Rounding out the ensemble was local favorite, harper Gráinne Hambly and the superb uilleann piper Tommy Martin.

Joining the band from time to time on stage were two fine dancers from the great Irish state of Texas, Abbey Magill and Siena Hickey.

Surely, all that A-list Irish entertainment on one stage would have to be enough to melt even the iciest of hearts on this, the iciest of nights.

The show, presented by the Philadelphia Ceili Group, artfully blended the Christmas traditions of Ireland and America—including one all-too-brief appearance by the “wren boys” (Oisín, Seán and Tristan in the guise of the costumed merry-makers who hit up their friends and neighbors for food and drink on December 26, the feast of St. Stephen, an age-old Irish tradition.

The musicians also blended some familiar tunes and sets from their own work, such as a set of jigs from Martin’s “Shady Woods” CD (“Wallop The Spot,” ”The Leg of the Duck” and “Temple Hill,” accompanied by McElwain) and Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh’s latest release, “Fainne An Lae : Daybreak” (“The Emigrant’s Farewell,” accompanied beautifully by Martin) and “An Spealadóir,” accompanied by everybody). Nic Amhlaoibh and Martin also paired up later on for a memorable whistle duet.

The regular performance closed out with Nic Amhlaoibh singing “Silent Night” in Irish, and then leading the audience in a verse in English. The band had time for precisely one killer encore before packing up the minivans and driving down to Charleston, West Virginia, in the freezing rain for a 3 p.m. performance on Sunday. (Anyone who thinks this sounds like fun is nuts. For all that, they stuck around and graciously spent time chatting with members of the audience, posing for pictures and signing autographs.)

Still, I could just swear I heard them exclaim, ere they drove out of sight, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

If you missed it, don’t worry—we shot some photos.

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Interview With Harpers Gráinne Hambly and Billy Jackson

When you listen to the scarily good Celtic harpers Gráinne Hambly and William Jackson, you might assume that they both started playing before they were out of nappies.

In reality, the Claremorris, County Mayo-born Hambly and Jackson, from just outside Glasgow, were both late bloomers … and their magnificent careers never might have begun at all were it not for a chance bit of window shopping.

“It was my sister who saw the harp,” Gráinne remembers. “She (Róisín) was 7 and I was going on 15. My sister saw it in the shop window and said she wanted to play.”

At the time, Gráinne wasn’t interested. She had started out on tin whistle, and had moved on to concertina, and really wanted no parts of harp. One day, though, the girls’ parents surprised them with a week-long school taught by famed Celtic harper Janet Harbison. It was one of those awkward surprises—like getting pajamas instead of a toy for Christmas. “When I found out, I wasn’t enthusiastic,” Gráinne says. But her apathy didn’t last long. “As soon as I started to play it, I loved it right away.”

For William “Billy” Jackson, the story was not quite the same. “I had started on piano when I was 11,” he says. “I ended up being a bass player in a band. I was in London in the ‘70s, and I saw a harp in a (shop) window.” Jackson had spent a lot of time in Ireland—his parents are from County Donegal—so the music of the harp was not new to him. But on that street in London, something clicked. “Just getting to see a harp up close … I sold my bass, and all my friends said I would never work again.”

Billy Jackson is doing just fine, thank you. It was a rough go at first, though. He took six lessons with a classical harpist. (A Celtic traditional player is a harper; a classical player is a harpist.) After that, he says, he couldn’t afford any more lessons for a time. He took a few more lessons much later on as a student at the Guildhall School in London, but finding someone to teach him specifically about Celtic harp was impossible. “Some (classical harpists) regard the Celtic harp as a toy, not the ‘real thing,’” says Jackson. “They’re reluctant to teach it. I was never taught to play triplets on the harp. Nobody taught me any of it.”

But Jackson, who also plays uilleann pipes, fiddle, bouzouki and tin whistle, somehow managed … and then some. In 1976, he became a founding member of Ossian, the famed Scottish traditional band. As a solo performer, he has played for audiences all over the world. He has recorded numerous CDs and is also the winner of the 1999 “Song for Scotland” competition for his composition “Land of Light.” (Listen to it here.)

Hambly’s early experience on the harp was more nurturing than Jackson’s. In Harbison, she found both a teacher and an ardent advocate for doing things the old-fashioned way. In traditional harp, there is no sheet music. Instead, the student watches and listens to the instructor as he or she plays a line. Then, the student repeats the line, and then another line, and so on, until the whole tune is committed to memory.

“That’s the traditional way to learn in Ireland,” says Hambly. “That’s how I learned, by ear. Janet brought harp teaching back to the roots.”

Age can work against you when you’re starting out on a musical instrument, but for Gráinne, it was a powerful incentive to learn. “Generally children do start learning early,” she says. “I was in a class with 7-year-olds. That was great motivation to learn quickly. Parents often ask me, ‘Is my child too old to start?’ I don’t think any age is too old, especially if you played another instrument first.”

Like Jackson, Gráinne also tours extensively throughout Europe and the U.S. She was a member of Harbison’s Belfast Harp Orchestra, as well as the Irish National Harp Ensemble and the National Folk Orchestra. She too has recordings under her belt. (Listen to An Draigheann, or “The Blackthorn.”)

Over the last couple of years, Jackson and Hambly have been touring together, giving audiences a sampling of harp music from both sides of the North Channel. You can hear them on October 29 in their “Masters of the Celtic Harp” concert at Trinity Church in Cherry Hill. The performance begins at 7.30 p.m.

Like their musical careers, their decision to tour together was a happy accident.

They were playing a concert in Asheville, N.C., two years ago, when, Jackson recalls, “at the end of the performance, “the organizer asked us to do a couple of tunes together.” They did, and the audience loved it. At the end of the concert, Gráinne says, “people came up to us and said ‘you should do more things together.’”

Gráinne, who knows so many players in the small village that is Irish traditional music, asked her friend and fellow harper Kathy DeAngelo of Voorhees to set up some concerts. Jackson and Hambly have been playing steadily together ever since.

And the sound is pretty wonderful—but it isn’t necessarily as effortless as it seems. “It’s difficult to play two harps together,” Jackson explains. “They have to be perfectly in tune, but there are so many more strings, it’s difficult. It’s not like playing fiddle together.”

Fortunately for Hambly and Jackson—and for us—they’re both skilled multi-instrumentalists.

“I’ll play concertina while Billy plays harp,” Gráinne says. “And sometimes, I’m playing the harp while Billy plays bouzouki. It’s a bit livelier.” (Listen to Hambly and Jackson play “Celia Connellan” and “Rectory Reel.”)

Editor’s Note: Gráinne’s new CD, “The Thorn Tree,” will be released Nov. 28. But you can get a sneak preview. A CD release party will be held Saturday, Oct. 28, at 7 p.m., at the Cooper River Yacht Club. For details, call Kathy DeAngelo at (856) 795-7637.

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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.

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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.

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Rebel Yell

Derek Warfield still has a lot to sing about.

Derek Warfield still has a lot to sing about.

I’m not sure if Derek Warfield has a bumper sticker, but if he does, it probably says: “Hell, no, I ain’t forgettin’.”

I’m not about to suggest that, after decades of hatred and bloodshed, the warring parties in Northern Ireland are holding hands and singing “Kumbaya.” But the Irish Republican Army laid down its arms two years ago. The Democratic Unionist Party and Sinn Féin formed a government in May. There is still a long way to go, God yes, but things at least seem to be headed in the right direction in the North.

All of which makes you wonder what Derek Warfield, a founding member of the Wolfe Tones—the legendary purveyors of Irish rebel anthems—has to sing about these days.

With his Sons of Erin Band, Warfield took the stage at the Philadelphia Irish Center on Friday night to answer that musical question. His answer? Well, of course, Warfield still draws heavily on the standards, like Cockles and Mussels and the Wild Rover.

There are some great instrumentals, too, plenty of jigs and reels to get the blood pumping. Warfield has a wonderfully talented backup band—including the brother-sister act of Damaris Woods (tenor banjo) and Jim Woods (accordion and bodhran). The band has a bright, fresh sound. It’s a nice match for Warfield at this phase of his career.

But it’s not all “Will Ye Go, Lassie, Go.”

Peace process or no, Warfield is not about to let anyone forget the long, bloody struggle. He invokes the memory of Padraig Pearse and all the ghosts of Kilmainham Jail. Bobby Sands and all the 1981 hunger strikers are still fresh in his mind. He won’t let anyone historically reconstruct the 1988 “accidental” shooting death of Irish Catholic Aidan McAnespie at the hands of British troops.

There’s still a lot to answer for, and it’s for damn sure Derek Warfield is not going to let any of the guilty parties off lightly.

Maybe all of this dwelling on past wrongs makes Warfield an anachronism. (I would say that the nursing of ancient grudges just makes him Irish.) But for Warfield and his fans at the Irish Center, history hasn’t fully played itself out yet. Until it does, Derek Warfield will play on.

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Musicians Rally for One of Their Own

From left, Mick Moloney, Jimmy Crowley, and Robbie O'Connell.

From left, Mick Moloney, Jimmy Crowley, and Robbie O'Connell.

Sitting on the stage at the Shanachie Pub and Restaurant between Irish trad buddies Robbie O’Connell and Jimmy Crowley, musician and folklorist Mick Moloney recalled the time in the early 60s when he met famed Irish balladeer Danny Doyle in Dublin.

“The hardest thing about playing in pubs was getting paid at the end of the night,”  he said. He recalled one barkeeper with Parkinson’s disease whose hands shook so badly that “it was four or five different grabs before you could get your money. Whenever I get together with Danny, we always talk about that.”

These days, however, Doyle, who has recorded 35 albums and performed at Carnegie Hall, The Kennedy Center, and the National Concert Hall in Dublin, hasn’t had any gigs to get paid for. In August, surgery  for a carotid blockage left Doyle unable to perform. So on Sunday,  Gerry Timlin, co-owner of the Shanachie, organized the benefit to help Doyle meet the bills. And before they headed to another benefit at St. Malachy’s Church and School in Philadelphia, Moloney, O’Connell and Crowley stopped in at the Ambler pub to sing for their friend. So did a gang of other performers, including McGirr and Alberts, the King Brothers, and the Malones. Bill Reid of East of the Hebrides Entertainment, emceed the event which interspersed raffle drawings with some great music.

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Review: “An Nollaig,” the Eileen Ivers Christmas CD

There’s a lot to like about “An Nollaig,” Eileen Ivers’ latest CD, a celebration of Christmas in the Irish style.

You probably sense a “but” waiting in the wings. There is one, a small one—but …. let’s first talk about the good stuff. Not surprisingly, there’s plenty of it.

At the core or this recording, there is, of course, Eileen Ivers—one of the finest and most creative fiddlers playing today. As always, she has surrounded herself with some brilliant instrumentalists, including members of her band, bassist Leo Traversa, flutist and piper Isaac Alderson and singer-percussionist Tommy McDonnell.

On the purely instrumental tracks—notably a selection of reels, “Christmas Eve/Oiche Nollag/High Road to Linton” and a grouping of jigs, “Apples In Winter/Frost is All Over/Merry Christmas”—the band simply rocks. This CD, like so many of Ivers’ previous works, defies easy categorization. Traditional Irish fiddle rubs shoulders with Afro-Caribbean drums. Here and there, you hear touches of Stephane Grappelli-influenced fiddle jazz. It all works. It always does.

A few other tunes, far less fast-paced and more soulful, are also standouts, including a Danish winter song, “The Time is Approaching,” with some lovely flute playing by Isaac Alderson. The closing tune, Ivers’ matchless reading of “O Holy Night,” will undoubtedly find its way onto one or more of the ubiquitous Windham Hill Celtic Christmas compilations, in the fullness of time.

By far the best and most memorable cut on the recording is a haunting interpretation of “Don Oiche Ud i mBeithill (One Night in Bethelehem),” with powerfully emotive vocals by Dublin-born contralto Susan McKeown. It’ll give you chills.

Now, on to the “but.” I’m less enamored of many of the vocals, but … I think it’s just me. McDonnell, for example, does a creditable job on the classic Vince Guaraldi tune, “Christmas Time Is Here.” I think I just selfishly wanted to hear more Ivers!

And I’ll admit to the same irrational selfishness on “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring”—it’s a jazzy, upbeat take on Bach. Still, the choir infuses the piece with huge, full-throated energy. (If anything describes Eileen Ivers’ approach to music, that does. I mean, what choice did they have?)

You may be more of a fan than I am of the singers and the arrangements. But even if you’re not, there’s enough pure Ivers on this CD to make it all well worthwhile.

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Joyful Noise

Fiddlers Dana Lyn and Athena Tergis share post-show refreshments with Tergis's daughter Vivienne.

Fiddlers Dana Lyn and Athena Tergis share post-show refreshments with Tergis's daughter Vivienne.

Mick Moloney couldn’t recall precisely how many years he and his musical friends have staged their annual benefit for St. Malachy School in North Philadelphia. It really seems like forever. It’s well over 20 years, anyway.

And yet, at the same time, nothing about Moloney’s music ever feels old. If anything, this year’s concert—under the watchful eye of pastor John McNamee, assorted angels and a small gathering of saints—sounded as fresh, full of energy and divinely inspired as ever.

How could it not? First, you have Moloney—himself a one-man band and a living, breathing repository of Irish music, history and culture. Accompanying Moloney this year as special guests were the durable veterans Robbie O’Connell and Jimmy Crowley. Representing the younger generation were fiddlers Dana Lynn, Athena Tergis and Philly’s own Brendan Callaghan. (And a little later on, representing the even younger generation, were locals Caitlin Finley on fiddle, Emma Hinesly on flute and Jeremy Bingaman on bouzouki.)

The church was very nearly filled with Irish music fans, parishioners and the very supportive neighbors of this church community south of Temple’s main campus, which has been described as “Philadelphia’s island of grace.”

(And with the shooting death of Philadelphia Police Officer Charles Casidy still fresh in everyone’s mind, the neighborhood can use all the grace it can get.)

“Father Mac,” who has served as St. Malachy’s pastor since 1984, thanked audience members for their goodwill offering—and it’s certainly going to come in handy. “We have 216 children in our school,” he said from the altar, just before volunteers started to take up the collection. “Only 20 of them are Catholic. Our tuition is $1,600, which is considerably less—about $500 less—than the average Catholic elementary school tuition. You help us to cover the difference between what it costs us to provide the education and what it costs the parents.”

For their goodwill offering, the audience received plenty in return. Moloney and company, lined up in front of the marble altar and surrounded by pumpkins and fall flowers, served up one great old song after another, including “McNally’s Row of Flats,” from Moloney’s 2006 CD of the same name, and endless jigs and reels. Indeed, the night concluded with “a blast of reels,” with all the musicians crowding onto the stage. The hall echoed with whoops, clapping hands and stomping feet.

If you missed it, no worries. We have photos and video.