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seimaisin) and I were looking up the date for the upcoming Gaelic Storm show at the Fine Line and noticed there was another Minnesota show on the schedule - in Cokato. Even though it was on a Sunday and over an hour away, we decided that we should probably go anyways, because who doesn't enjoy a Gaelic Storm show? Of course, there was the small issue of it being eight thousand degrees below zero this weekend, but we're troopers!
The ride out West was uneventful and we found a nice little restaurant to have dinner at. We had noticed online that the show was at the Dassel-Cokato High School Performing Arts Center, but it didn't really hit me until we walked in. We were going to be seeing Gaelic Storm in what was essentially my high school auditorium! Weird. Even weirder perhaps was that with the combination of being a Sunday night and the night of the Super Bowl, the audience was comprised quite nearly of people who were in their 60's. So yeah, not the usual wild and raucous crowd of kids half my age. And since we were in a high school, there was no booze. How do you see an Irish band without booze??
The show itself was great! There was the usual banter, with Patrick ranting about Jimmy Buffet and his overpriced margaritas by the second song. Cokato was pronounced about 15 ways, including Cockatoo and Potahto. Somehow Seamus the Eskimo was brought into the conversation, along with the Germans, the Italians, the French, the Indians and the Swedes. There was much talk about how very, very cold it was. Especially since the heat stopped working in their RV on the drive up from Nashville. And then the RV died all together in Minneapolis. So, if anyone happens to have a spare tour bus or RV sitting around, they'd be happy to borrow it!
Twigger & Patrick (you can see Pat's sad bottle of water)
I managed to squeeze them all into this shot!
For reasons I have yet to understand, there was something said about the fact that Pete was a Chippendale dancer...for one day. And then he gave the crowd a little impromtu dance, which included a rather crude humping of Patrick's mic stand. I don't think the little old ladies in the audience knew quite how to respond to that one.
When we saw Gaelic Storm at the St. Paul Irish Fest last year, we were quite intrigued by Pete and his little electric pipe thing. That...ummm...he holds down in front of him, at about waist level or so. I totally remember turning to Bren and asking "Is that music coming from his crotch?" And indeed it was. We couldn't figure out what the instrument actually was, so it was henceforth referred to as either the Phallic Flute, or the Crotch Pipe. =) When Jaime got our tickets for the Cokato show, I was pleased as punch that we were on Pete's side of the stage so that I would have an up close and personal view of the Crotch Pipe. To settle the matter of what the hell it actually is, Patrick did refer to it being an electric bag pipe. Made by the Germans.(?) I got pictures, of course. And video!
Pete and his magical Crotch Pipe
With the age of the crowd being what it was, it was pretty much a "sit in your seats and watch the show" kind of night. Although there were still some screamers out there. Uhh, yeah, okay. Me. =) They did convince the crowd to stand up during the last view songs and clap along, but there still wasn't any real dancing or wildness. It'll be good to see them at the Fine Line next month so we'll get to see a more normal show. But it was still a whole lot of fun!
Jammin' - Irish style
Videos for your downloading pleasure:
Born to Be a Bachelor (featuring Crotch Pipe!)
Courtin' in the Kitchen
Johnny Tarr (the camera is quite jiggly during the beginning because I was laughing too hard to hold it steady)
Kiss Me I'm Irish (sorry Bella, the beginning is missing, but most of the song is here)
I'm going to try to get these up on YouTube either tonight or tomorrow. I don't have software to compress them down to size here at work.
YouTube links, in case you just want to watch:
Born to Be a Bachelor
Courtin' in the Kitchen
Johnny Tarr
Kiss Me I'm Irish
seimaisin) and I were looking up the date for the upcoming Gaelic Storm show at the Fine Line and noticed there was another Minnesota show on the schedule - in Cokato. Even though it was on a Sunday and over an hour away, we decided that we should probably go anyways, because who doesn't enjoy a Gaelic Storm show? Of course, there was the small issue of it being eight thousand degrees below zero this weekend, but we're troopers!The ride out West was uneventful and we found a nice little restaurant to have dinner at. We had noticed online that the show was at the Dassel-Cokato High School Performing Arts Center, but it didn't really hit me until we walked in. We were going to be seeing Gaelic Storm in what was essentially my high school auditorium! Weird. Even weirder perhaps was that with the combination of being a Sunday night and the night of the Super Bowl, the audience was comprised quite nearly of people who were in their 60's. So yeah, not the usual wild and raucous crowd of kids half my age. And since we were in a high school, there was no booze. How do you see an Irish band without booze??
The show itself was great! There was the usual banter, with Patrick ranting about Jimmy Buffet and his overpriced margaritas by the second song. Cokato was pronounced about 15 ways, including Cockatoo and Potahto. Somehow Seamus the Eskimo was brought into the conversation, along with the Germans, the Italians, the French, the Indians and the Swedes. There was much talk about how very, very cold it was. Especially since the heat stopped working in their RV on the drive up from Nashville. And then the RV died all together in Minneapolis. So, if anyone happens to have a spare tour bus or RV sitting around, they'd be happy to borrow it!
Twigger & Patrick (you can see Pat's sad bottle of water)
I managed to squeeze them all into this shot!
For reasons I have yet to understand, there was something said about the fact that Pete was a Chippendale dancer...for one day. And then he gave the crowd a little impromtu dance, which included a rather crude humping of Patrick's mic stand. I don't think the little old ladies in the audience knew quite how to respond to that one.
When we saw Gaelic Storm at the St. Paul Irish Fest last year, we were quite intrigued by Pete and his little electric pipe thing. That...ummm...he holds down in front of him, at about waist level or so. I totally remember turning to Bren and asking "Is that music coming from his crotch?" And indeed it was. We couldn't figure out what the instrument actually was, so it was henceforth referred to as either the Phallic Flute, or the Crotch Pipe. =) When Jaime got our tickets for the Cokato show, I was pleased as punch that we were on Pete's side of the stage so that I would have an up close and personal view of the Crotch Pipe. To settle the matter of what the hell it actually is, Patrick did refer to it being an electric bag pipe. Made by the Germans.(?) I got pictures, of course. And video!
Pete and his magical Crotch Pipe
With the age of the crowd being what it was, it was pretty much a "sit in your seats and watch the show" kind of night. Although there were still some screamers out there. Uhh, yeah, okay. Me. =) They did convince the crowd to stand up during the last view songs and clap along, but there still wasn't any real dancing or wildness. It'll be good to see them at the Fine Line next month so we'll get to see a more normal show. But it was still a whole lot of fun!
Jammin' - Irish style
Videos for your downloading pleasure:
Born to Be a Bachelor (featuring Crotch Pipe!)
Courtin' in the Kitchen
Johnny Tarr (the camera is quite jiggly during the beginning because I was laughing too hard to hold it steady)
Kiss Me I'm Irish (sorry Bella, the beginning is missing, but most of the song is here)
YouTube links, in case you just want to watch:
Born to Be a Bachelor
Courtin' in the Kitchen
Johnny Tarr
Kiss Me I'm Irish
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Date: 2007-02-05 05:39 pm (UTC)I am certain that what was missing from my day yesterday when I was feeling so restless and out of sorts. I should have known that seeing a young man fiddling with his instrument would have done the trick. Silly me.
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Date: 2007-02-05 05:58 pm (UTC)I was really glad that we drove out for the show. It was exactly what I needed!
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Date: 2007-02-06 04:02 am (UTC)In March, there will be booze. Lots of it. And probably not a lot of grandparents. ;)
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Date: 2007-02-06 05:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-07 05:01 pm (UTC)The running joke that I first heard from the ex-bodhran player is that it's a modification of a traditional Scottish instrument, invented by the Germans, played by a Canadian in an Irish band touring the United States. :D
--M, in a drive-by from
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Date: 2007-02-07 07:50 pm (UTC)Thanks for the info!