OK,
So for all of the poor folks who weren’t able to make it out to the Grand Junction Celtic Festival, let me please state again…YOU MISSED OUT!!! 
WE arrived early afternoon on Saturday and met Mack in the Irish booth. There were some wicked step dancers doing a set next to Mack’s tables, and I couldn’t help but pull out the bodhrán and play along with then!
We had a few lookers at the whistles too, and Mack and I were able to make several “converts” and send them off with lovely new whistles! We did a bit of playing as well, but then decided food was the next priority.
After one of the most lovely dinners I can call to recent memory with Mack, his lovely wife Joan, their daughter, and grand-daughter, it was off to the hotel to check in and play more tunes!
The music was great, except for the last “official” act before the session…they were good, but played about twice as long as needed. You could tell the audience was getting a little bit bored.
Then, when all was done, about seven of us grabbed chairs and played our hearts out! We must have sounded pretty decent, as we had two of the step dancers from earlier in the day ask if they could dance as we played.
Needless to say, it was pure magic! I was ready to bring the sun up still playing…but several of the other musicians had to get some rest as they had concerts to play the following morning as well.
So about 2:00 AM, I crawled into bed myself. After an early start, and the trip to Denny’s for the ol’ Grand Slam breakfasts…we headed back to the fairgrounds to finish the fest. There were several more wonderful Irish groups, and Mack was able to snare yet more folks into the wonderful world of WhOA!
My hat’s off to all the musicians, and most importantly, to Mack and Joan Hoover!
May God hold you in the palm of his hand, Always!!!
Blessed be,
Brian~