Can you spot the modergator in this picture???
Now a New York Times Bestseller being sold under the name
“Where’s El-Joe?” (minus the dumb hat and striped shirt)
His wife is also in this photo.
I’m surprised the pix made it past the filtron 2000, since there’s a bodhran in it…
That old guitar stand seems iffy,… and does the mando player really have three legs?? … they all look so serious! And in line… what’s with you people? Oh. wait, one of them is teathered to the line… ahh…
(ducking)
so… who’s who? I couldn’t make out any stripes on any of the shirts.
edit to indicate that mando is not mondo… back to your lives, citizens.
I love the Star Trek ‘visit to Earth’s past’ sort of quality that Irish music has when it shows up at Renaissance Faires. None of the instruments or music their playing came into existence for another couple of hundred years. And of course the guitars and bodhrans didn’t get included until the 20th Century.
“Beam down my Vulcan Harp and bodhran, Scotty.”
He is the one on the left with the fiddle.
I claim the one million dollar prize.
No. I can’t spot him. You must prove to me that he’s there.
The one with the guitar closest to the camera is the self-proclaimed “Evil Moderator Dude.”
I thought Evil Dude was a baldy! I am sooo confused.
PS. I am so glad I don’t go to RenFairs anymore.
Is he/She the one with two and a half legs???
RORY
No, that guy’s not shaped right either. It’s gotta be someone in the audience.
It’s the Modergator, all right. 'Twas back in the day. First time I’ve seen archival pix of him without GHBs, though.
I’m guessing the Renaissance had only been over for a couple of years when that picture was taken.
Some people still haven’t figured that out. Had some RenFesty types come to a session, once, puffy shirts, knee-high boots, bodices, snoods, silk scarves dangling from belts, and everything. And the Faire had been long closed for the season. Whatever sort of drag trips yer trigger, I suppose.
Were there any horse-tails?
(because, as we all know, horse-tails were a de rigeur piece of every well-clad peasant’s get up.)
No horse-tails. Around here the fashion seems to be fox-tails or what looks like them. Some wear two! I imagine such are advertising their romantic, um, versatility.
Nobody was wearing those, either, thank goodness. The puffy shirts were jarring enough. Nice people, though. Out of the lot, one fellow had a whistle and no tunes.
I sensed some disappointment when it became clear to them that we weren’t much in the mood for some nice madrigals.