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Craicdown 2011

Martyn Wallace, your emcee.

Martyn Wallace, your emcee.

The upstairs stage at World Cafe Live regularly shines the spotlight on talented musical artists. The actors, singers and musicians who headlined the 2011 Craicdown benefit for the Inis Nua Theatre Company on Tuesday night had to have been among the most creative.

Inis Nua presents plays from Ireland, Wales, Scotland and England. The performers who took the stage Tuesday night were in one way, shape or form associated with the theatre company.

Some of the musicians, like actors Jake Blouch and Damon Bonetti, seized the opportunity to claim rock star status, replete with shredding guitar solos. Others, like New Zealander Rosie Langabeer, took a much more theatrical approach, at times verging on cabaret. (The Proclaimers’ “I Would Walk 500 Miles” on accordion—whoda thunk it?)

Presiding over the night’s festivies was actor Mike Dees in the guise of character Martyn Wallace from “Dublin by Lamplight.”

It was all good. Sorry to say we couldn’t stay for the whole show, but we’ve captured many winning moments.

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John Byrne Can Fill a Room

John Byrne sings at World Cafe Live.

John Byrne sings at World Cafe Live.

Friends, family, and fans of the Dublin-born folk singer filled World Café Live upstairs last Saturday night for the party launching his new CD, After the Wake, his first with his new group, The John Byrne Band. Byrne was previously front man for Patrick’s Head, a Philly-based group with a large local following. They appear to be following Byrne in his new iteration—the event was sold out days before.

Singer-songwriter Enda Keegan opened for Byrne and his group, and Byrne’s brother, Damien, sat in—with his whistle—on several songs.

We were there and got some video.

Enda Keegan, who opened for Byrne:
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New Band, New CD, New Bride: John Byrne’s on a Brand New Road

That's John Byrne and his new bride, Dorothy, on the cover of his new CD. Photo by Lisa Chosed.

That's John Byrne and his new bride, Dorothy, on the cover of his new CD. Photo by Lisa Chosed.

There’s a lot about John Byrne’s latest CD that’s autobiographical, but the line “I was a mediocre singer with a mediocre song” from his paean to Dylan isn’t. Not by a long shot. In fact, it’s hard to understand why Bryne, who grew up in a family of ballad singers in Dublin, didn’t come to music until he was in late teens.

“When I was a teenager, my obsession was playing football, which kind of gave me an out,” he says, explaining why he had no party piece when his parents and grandparents were warbling theirs in the parlor. “They just said, ‘He’s a footballer, that’s what he does.” He laughs.

Byrne has immortalized those evenings at his grandparents’ house in the track, in “Various Verses,” on “After the Wake,” his first CD effort since splitting from longtime partner (and brother-in-law) Patrick Mansfield with whom he was “Patrick’s Head,” a Philadelphia-based group that played to sold-out crowds in some of the city’s jewel-like acoustic venues like World Café Live and The Tin Angel.

From the opening chords, you know the song is going to grab your heart. In his handwritten liner notes on the song, Byrne admits, “the thing I miss most about being home are the nights when the whole family would gather and sing songs. There’d be parents, grandparents, brothers, aunts, uncles, and friends all singing their own versions of the songs they loved, the songs that spoke for them and through them. These songs and singers will always be my greatest inspiration.”

Those same inspirations appear again in other tracks, like Old Man’s Disguise, in which Byrne muses on how much like his father he’s become. “Like any teenage boy I butted heads with my dad,” he says. “But as you get older you get wiser and begin to see things from their perspective. You look in mirror and see you’re getting more and more like them physically. I have the same mop of curly hair as my dad. This song is about understanding what your folks are as people. You don’t often see them as people like you, but as you come to understand your own flaws, you come to understand theirs too. “

“Midnight in Dublin,” a song about wanting to call home but having to be mindful of the time difference, reinforced the idea that John Byrne gets occasionally homesick. “The homesickness is always there,” he admits. But he’s clearly put down roots in Philadelphia. Last year, he married Dorothy Mansfield and it’s his new bride—dressed in red—he’s dancing with in the Italian Market that serves as the cover photo of “After the Wake.”

“We took dance lessons for our wedding and it was amazing how much I reall enjoyed it,” he says, still sounding a little surprised. “It really fit the morning after feeling we were going for—‘after the wake,’ celebrating the life of somebody and hopefully moving on.”

Byrne first came to the Philadelphia area as a teenager. “I went where every Irish person went in the ‘90s—Wildwood,” he laughs. “The first stage I ever played on was in a bar at the shore.”

He didn’t arrive as a performer. His first job was running the go-kart rides on the boardwalk “14 hours a day, seven days a week, for minimum wage. And I thought it was a great job. You could go to the bar afterwards and the all-you-could-eat breakfast place after that.”

One of his songs, Already Gone, is set in Wildwood in the winter. It’s a “break-up” song with the memorable line, “I used to wallow here, with the men I followed here.” Anyone who’s ever gone to the Jersey Shore off season will pick up the mood immediately. “After I moved here and went to visit the shore towns in the winter, I felt that tremendous sense of melancholy and hibernation of the locals that exists for the months the tourists aren’t there. They’re sitting in the bar just getting through the winter, keeping tabs on Memorial Day,” says Byrne.

He caught the American folk music bug while he was here—he’s Dylanophile and one of his songs, Boys, Forget the Whale, is a tribute to his hero. After leaving college in Ireland (where he studied electrical engineering), Byrne returned to the US to try his hand at performing. But he didn’t want to be just another Irish act.

In fact, in the beginning, he tried to avoid Irish music altogether until bandmate Patrick Mansfield talked him into adding a few songs to their playlist. “Even now I’m very selective about the Irish songs I will and will not do,” Byrne says. “I won’t play ‘Oh, row, the rattlin’ bog’ for example.” He laughs. “At some gigs I was asked to play pro-IRA songs and I didn’t want to go down that road either. One of the ones that got me the most was ‘The Unicorn Song’ [by the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem]. I don’t know how a unicorn song got all mixed up with Irish music. I’d never heard it. I’d say, ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about. Are you sure you don’t mean ‘The Leprechaun song.’ Then I heard a tape of it. I was horrified.”

When he heard he was going to share a stage with Tommy Makem at the Long Island Irish Festival, he says he was ready. “I was going to say, ‘So, The Unicorn Song, lads. I have to ask and I hope you’re going to tell me this was your manager’s idea.” Unfortunately, we’ll never know: the festival was cancelled.

That’s not to say Byrne had rejected the Irish sound altogether. The most autobiographical songs on his CD have a Celtic lilt and one, The Ballad of Martin Doyle, is a trad song in the making. Traditional songs were all new once, after all.

“That song came from my uncle, David O’Brien, who works with a nonprofit organization in Northern Ireland that is trying to bring communities together,” he explains. “He tells this story when he’s trying to show people from different communities that they have more in common than they have differences.”

It’s the true story of an Irishman named Martin Doyle who joined the British Army to fight in World War I, lured by the promise the British made to the Irish that if they did the patriotic thing, the British would consider home rule. After his service, for which he was highly decorated, Doyle returned to Ireland—a post-Easter Uprising Ireland, where those who were martyrs to the free Irish cause made anything British very unpopular. He and the other World War I veterans from Ireland came home to less than a hero’s welcome.

Though Doyle joined the Irish Republican Army and again fought bravely—this time against the British–at his death he chose to be buried in his British World War I uniform. “When David was telling me this story, he asked me, ‘What do you think?’ What I think is that Doyle was trying to honor the Irishmen who fought in World War I and were betrayed by both the British and their own people,” says Byrne. He chose his British uniform, as Byrne writes, because it was “the uniform of another war that treated us like men.”

His uncle encouraged him to write a song about Doyle. “Usually, I can’t just write about something, but this one just came,” he says.

He’ll be playing it—and other songs from “After the Wake”—at his World Café Live CD party on February 20 (better get tickets now—it’s almost sold out). Joining him on stage will be recent transplant, singer-songwriter Enda Keegan, and Byrne’s brother, Damian, also a musician.

“After my grandfather passed on, those music nights at the house got less and less frequent, but Damian really took up the mantle and started them again,” says Byrne. “He and his group of friends get together at somebody’s house and do mostly ballad singing, like we did when we were younger. I’m really looking forward to performing with him onstage.”

You can also catch John Byrne and The John Byrne Band at O’Donnell’s at 139 North Broadway, Gloucester City, NJ, (just over the bridge from Philly) on Friday, February 12, and February 19, or at Slainte, at 30th and Market in Philadelphia, on February 15 and 25.

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Martin Hayes and Dennis Cahill In Concert

Martin Hayes and guitarist Dennis Cahill

Martin Hayes and guitarist Dennis Cahill

Even though what they play is Irish music, fiddler Martin Hayes and guitarist Dennis Cahill coax the sound of gypsy tunes, classical violins, and a little bit of quiet jazz from their instruments while producing luscious slow airs and raucous reels and jigs.

Don’t believe me? Watch these videos from their February 17 performance at the World Café Live in Philadelphia.

Their latest album, the first in 10 years, is “Welcome Here Again.”

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5 Questions for Fiddler Martin Hayes

Martin Hayes, left, and Dennis Cahill. Photo by Derek Speirs.

Martin Hayes, left, and Dennis Cahill. Photo by Derek Speirs.

“Welcome Here Again” is the name of the latest CD from fiddler Martin Hayes and guitarist Dennis Cahill, widely recognized as perhaps the greatest combination since chocolate and peanut butter.

Not only is it the title of one of the tunes in this collection of silky, melancholic, syncopated East Clare music, it’s an acknowledgment that these two have been away far too long. “It suggests that it’s been a long hiatus since our last recording and here we are, we’re back, we know it took forever, but there it is,” explains Hayes, of whom one Los Angeles Times critic wrote, “[he] has one of the most ravishing violin styles in all of Celtic music.”

But the title was hard to come by. “It’s really hard to think of titles for albums,” confesses Cahill, who grew up in County Clare but now lives in Connecticut. “They seem obvious when you hear them, but I’m really not too good at them. I can’t come up with anything smart to sign when I have to sign a birthday card with 20 other people, so I settle for ‘best wishes,’ and titles are not my strongest suit.”

But playing the fiddle is, and you can hear Hayes performing with his longtime musical partner, the Chicago-born Cahill, on Tuesday, February 17, at the World Café Live in Philadelphia, starting at 7:30 PM.

Born near Feakle—famous for its music festival–Martin Hayes grew up surrounded by some of the greatest musicians Clare has ever produced, including Paddy Canny, Martin Rochford, Francie Donellen and Martin Woods. His father, P.J. Hayes, was leader of the legendary Tulla Ceili Band, and Martin, who started playing at 7, was touring with them by the time he was 13. Before the age of 19, he’d won six all-Ireland fiddle championships and today is considered one of the most influential musicians to come out of Ireland in 50 years.

We caught up with Martin Hayes recently and, truth be told, asked him more than five questions.

When you came to the US in the 1980s after college, you played with a rock band rather than playing traditional music. Why was that?

I continued to play traditional music, but I didn’t do it professionally. I played in the sessions with people like Liz Carroll. I was getting by by playing for money in bars and I wasn’t doing much else. I got pretty tired of that eventually and ended up in an experimental electric band with Dennis. That was my real transition to America, hanging out with these musicians, experimenting with what we’d got and what we each would bring to the table. Obviously, I was going to bring Irish music to the table. But it was an electric band, and there’s something about hearing that all the time that makes you crave subtlety. I had come to the conclusion that it really wasn’t who I was and it was never where I was going to find my soul in music. I knew I definitely needed to come back and play traditional music like I knew it as a teenager. But that experience had its effect. Because of having played in that band, I saw music in different context, and when I was playing particular tunes from my locality, I came to appreciate it even more.

It was from that experience that you also found Dennis Cahill. Critics have described you two as “having a rare musical kinship.” It’s almost as if you were born to play together. To what do you owe that?

I would say it’s got to do with the fact that we know each other really well. We’ve talked about the music and tried to get on the same page with it. In all music-making, jazz, rock or whatever, when it happens well, when you have the proper space for making music, then you have that instant rapport where everything is obvious and everybody understand everybody else. It doesn’t happen all the time, but when it doesn’t we’re pretty close anyway.

The East Clare style is very distinctive—slow, emotional, and genteel, even the reels and jigs which were composed for dancing. Why do you think it developed that way?

It’s very difficult to come up with any reason for a particular style. What’s often discussed is landscape: When you have gentle landscape, you have gentle music. There’s the possibility of that. It’s a bit beyond our knowing. But every region and locality is influenced by particular individuals who’ve shaped people’s ideas about music. The important factors in the music of East Clare, and there are two standards: They were always looking for music with feeling, which often meant a little taint of sadness and melancholy–the same element you have in the Blues–and rhythmic pulse and dance. It wasn’t about playing super fast, it was about playing real swing. Count Basie played swing but he didn’t go that fast. The tempo allowed dancers to dance in a more ornamented kind of way.

To me, the East Clare style sounds a lot like the old-timey music of the U.S. Appalachian region. Is there some connection?

Yes, I think it’s comparable to old-timey music. It’s the effect of a simple melody repeated over and over till you’ve created a kind of mantra, almost its own form of hypnosis, that similarly is going on in old-time music. I think if you go farther back you’ll find a convergence. And there are different versions. Some of it will take you to Scandanavia, some to Scotland, and some directly to Ireland. When I was a teenager, I went on a local “safari” to the houses of the old guys, the old musicians, where I would hang out, talk to them, tape them, and get all these old tunes. Over the course of the 20th century, a lot of recordings came to Ireland and people began to copy these styles of these fiddle players till the only variances you found where when people failed to copy them precisely. But these were the fiddlers I admired who kept the unique sound of the locality, like Junior Crehan, people who played a whole repetoire before all those recordings were available and didn’t change. They had an incredible rustic simplicity, like old-timey music, so simple that you might not bother learning it, some people thought. Yet it’s incredibly hard to achieve from a compositional point of view, oozing with earthiness and common sense. There’s nothing pretentious about it. You can’t be pretentious and be an old-time player.

There are some who say they can hear a little bit of the jazz or even rock in yours and Dennis’s style. Is that deliberate, or just incidental to your background?

I listen to loads of things—jazz, baroque, world music—but I don’t take it and put it into my music, though it influences how I look at music overall. There are universal things that you learn from different forms of music. Stepping into other worlds helps you see your own.

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Still Inflammable: Stiff Little Fingers

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

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

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

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

Naturally, I had to go.

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

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

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

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

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

Or these, from “Barbed Wire Love:”

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

Alrighty, then.

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

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

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

Thank God.