She Moves Through the Fair
There was an Irish Fair at Harriet Island this last weekend. I managed to be there more than usual, and feel obligated to be at a number of classes and ceilis. I helped MB in her mission to hydrate all the volunteers, by giving them water coolers. Still, I am not an official volunteer. They would really like a 4 hour block of time, and unless it involves teaching dance, I guess I'm not willing to do that. This means quite a hike, if I want free parking.
The very first Mainstage performers were The Eddies. At 4pm, there were a dozen and a half enthusiastic people listening. They complimented us on being the best audience ever from teh 4pm performance. In case y'all have forgotten, they sing songs of work, love, death, and boats.
One of the headliners was Scythian. They are so loud, that we were having trouble hearing the Tannahill Weavers at the River Stage. I heard a few minutes of TW on the mainstage the same day, but they were supremely excellent at the late night performance at the dance tent. From J of Australia, "This is bloody music. We're exhausted from dancing all day, and still are tempted to get up." There were those who succumbed to the temptation. It was lovely to watch.
I discovered that the perfect place to listen to Flogging Mollie was 2/3 of the way across the island. No way should you get any where near the mosh pit. We had two ambulances on Friday night.
The biggest news from the dancers point of view was that we were stood up by Ger Butler. He supposedly got his weekends mixed up, and his band was playing in Northern Ireland last weekend. He doesn't really seem the type to blow us off, but he did the typical guy thing and didn't say he wasn't coming, when he was told of his error. I'm ready for a break from Ger, I think. Tadhg and K filled in for his classes. Turn-out was mostly low on Sunday. Ger was really good at drawing passers-by onto the dance floor.
There was a lovely party at Kate and Jody Dowling's house. Because the are musicians, it is always a lovely gathering. I was also stood up by another guy, so I was happy to enjoy the gathering.
My kitty was quite perturbed at me, when I got home well after one. He wouldn't let me sleep. I didn't have the heart to put him in the kitchen, because he hadn't seen me all day; but he wanted to groom me all night. The next night, I was home at a decent hour, and he was good for a few hours, but I was sure I wanted to sleep, so when he started acting up, down he went.
My cousins came to the Fair, and I felt a little embarrassed that I was so taken up by the dancing. It is a bit of responsibility on my part. I'll be in a separate set, and be responsible for making sure things go as well as they may with brand new set dancers. I did escape with them for a bit. They stayed to hear the Tannahill Weavers; then they gave me a ride to my car.
I indulged in some Oatmeal Stout, because the fair is the only place where it is served, I think. This involved side affects, and me leaving before the scattering, but the Sunday lethargy was upon me, even before the whole pint of stout I had that day. I'm not the best scattering person.
The very first Mainstage performers were The Eddies. At 4pm, there were a dozen and a half enthusiastic people listening. They complimented us on being the best audience ever from teh 4pm performance. In case y'all have forgotten, they sing songs of work, love, death, and boats.
One of the headliners was Scythian. They are so loud, that we were having trouble hearing the Tannahill Weavers at the River Stage. I heard a few minutes of TW on the mainstage the same day, but they were supremely excellent at the late night performance at the dance tent. From J of Australia, "This is bloody music. We're exhausted from dancing all day, and still are tempted to get up." There were those who succumbed to the temptation. It was lovely to watch.
I discovered that the perfect place to listen to Flogging Mollie was 2/3 of the way across the island. No way should you get any where near the mosh pit. We had two ambulances on Friday night.
The biggest news from the dancers point of view was that we were stood up by Ger Butler. He supposedly got his weekends mixed up, and his band was playing in Northern Ireland last weekend. He doesn't really seem the type to blow us off, but he did the typical guy thing and didn't say he wasn't coming, when he was told of his error. I'm ready for a break from Ger, I think. Tadhg and K filled in for his classes. Turn-out was mostly low on Sunday. Ger was really good at drawing passers-by onto the dance floor.
There was a lovely party at Kate and Jody Dowling's house. Because the are musicians, it is always a lovely gathering. I was also stood up by another guy, so I was happy to enjoy the gathering.
My kitty was quite perturbed at me, when I got home well after one. He wouldn't let me sleep. I didn't have the heart to put him in the kitchen, because he hadn't seen me all day; but he wanted to groom me all night. The next night, I was home at a decent hour, and he was good for a few hours, but I was sure I wanted to sleep, so when he started acting up, down he went.
My cousins came to the Fair, and I felt a little embarrassed that I was so taken up by the dancing. It is a bit of responsibility on my part. I'll be in a separate set, and be responsible for making sure things go as well as they may with brand new set dancers. I did escape with them for a bit. They stayed to hear the Tannahill Weavers; then they gave me a ride to my car.
I indulged in some Oatmeal Stout, because the fair is the only place where it is served, I think. This involved side affects, and me leaving before the scattering, but the Sunday lethargy was upon me, even before the whole pint of stout I had that day. I'm not the best scattering person.