It was a roaring session last night here at the Kildare House, in Windsor Ontario.
I finally met BobB from Lakeshore who is a member of this board, and Bob invited Glenn Schultz over for the session last night.
I’m telling tales right now —it was Bob’s first true session and as I warned him it is a fast session. So much music so little time. Everybody was super charged last night. Clare Renaud (a fine fiddler) was just back from two weeks in Donegal, Galway and Dublin and sessioned out but had so much to tell and play, that everyone just picked up on the energy and ran.
Eubiedubie (Bob Whitehead) was also there with his Schultz flute and Sindt and between him and Glenn, the craic was mighty.
I got Bob to play twice and he did an excellent job on the Blarney Pilgrim and for the life of me I forgot his second tune, but he did well. Although he felt a little out it, he said he enjoyed himself immensely and we want him to come back. We don’t turn anybody away who wants to learn and participate, regardless of where they are on the road of IrTrad.
And now the real gem of the night – Glenn Schultz. I have never met the man, but through this board, I have learned quite a bit about him and his whistles. Eubiedubie has talked to him quite a bit and when we talk about flutes, Bob talks about Glenn warmly.
It was Glenn’s first session here at the Kildare House and I want to thank Bob for inviting him. Glenn lives about a two hour drive north of Detroit, and in view of the recent tragedy, crossing the border isn’t as easy as it once was, so Glenn’s effort to be here last right, was and is more than appreciated. It was lovingly welcomed.
Well what did Glenn do you say? Glenn just sat for a while and listened. Then he got out his melodeon, strapped in on and quickly joined in. He sang two original compositions adapted from IrTrad, that were just lovely. Took us through jigs and reels, that some of us weren’t familiar with, but played over again so that we could get a start at them.
Cut to the chase you’re saying? What about his whistles. Well indeed. As most of you are aware, Glenn is suffering with emphsyma(?) and playing a whistle all night long is just out of the question.
But with that said, Glenn did bring out his own personal Thin Weasel and played a lovely air on it. He said it was a version of Barbra Allen, which I have never heard before. (WHOA, like sap in spring, is starting to flow upwards into my mind).
Then it was whistles all around, Eubiedubie’s Sindt, BobB’s Schultz PVC, my O’Riordan and Burke Brass D. It a wonder that none of us have Hoof and Mouth disease this morning. Glenn played my Casey Burns flute, and only I wish that someday, somewhere, that I will be able to pick any instrument and just play it, like Glenn did last night. But hearing MY flute being played by Glenn, has only inspired me to work harder.
By eleven o’clock last night, we had five fiddlers, two whistle/flute players, Glenn on melodeon, two guitarists, Jerry on banjo and me on bodhran and whistle, and the speed hadn’t let up.
BobB had to leave a little early for an appointment this morning. So – BobB it was twelve when Glenn, Clare and I left and there was still some going at it.
“Last night’s fun,” was just that.
And if there is anyone else in the Detroit/Windsor area on this board and you want to come, just email me for times and directions. You are all welcomed.
Mark
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“In any corner of the earth where solitude and imagination go hand in hand, people learn soon enough to love music.”
Stendhal (1783-1842) Life of Rossini
[ This Message was edited by: MarkB on 2001-10-10 10:37 ]