This is a neat little session - the Irish Club is a great place to hang out and have a few pints with some fun local characters. The sessions start about 9pm. It's a slower-paced session great for beginner to intermediate players, but you also will find more advanced players hanging out and joining in as well. The Irish Club also holds monthy ceilis and lots of other seasonal events related to Irish music.
Okay, so now for the real reason I posted this session! My funny true story. It works better as a story that you would hear because of the aural play on words, but read it out loud to yourself and see if it doesn't make you laugh.
Whenever I am in Philadelphia, I usually end up playing a gig or two at the Irish Center. I find sometimes that walking in there is like walking into "Cheers:" everyone knows each other, and everyone is always so friendly and welcoming.
Last St.Patrick's Day, I was playing for several events at the Irish center, ranging from ceilis to workshops and even a few sets with guitarist John Brennan. At the end of the evening, I was sitting at the bar with John having a few pints, and John was intermittently talking with a man I had briefly met earlier as Mr.Sweeney, my friend's roommate's father. However, John
pulled me over and introduced him to me as "Mr.Fog."
At that, both John and "Mr.Fog" were laughing so hard that they could barely speak. I was confused about the sudden name change and asked them about that as soon as they stopped laughing long enough to talk.
"Mr.Fog" told me the following story in his thick but easy-to-understand Donegal accent...
"One night I was driving home from Baltimore. I had only one or two pints, I was quite sober actually, and I just really wanted to get home to my own bed.
I was driving along, it was late and dark and sure I was going a little faster than I should have been. As I was coming around a curve, I saw these flasing lights in my rearview mirror and of course I pulled over.
The officer got out of his car and walked up to my window.
'License and registration, please,'
'Oh, jaysus officer, I'm so sorry, you know I wasn't even paying attention,' I said.
'Sir,' the officer said stoically as he peered at me from under the brim of his hat, 'do you know how fast you were going?'
'Sure sure officer, oh but you know how it is, it's late and I only wanted to get home,' I argued with him.
Then the officer said something that threw me off:
'Sir, what if you had run into Mister Fog?'
Confused and completely serious, I slowly replied, 'Well, I would have put Mister Foot on Mister Brake and stopped Mister Car!'
The officer looked at me with his expressionless face and didn't speak for nearly a minute. Then he replied, 'Sir, I meant MIST or FOG.'
I of course started to laugh, but the officer remained stoic and expressionless and simply told me to drive carefully and he drove away."
That story has gone down famously around the Philadelphia area and I've written the reel "Mr.Fog's Trip to Baltimore" to preserve the story for prosperity!
Reminds me of some story someone told me the other day about some teenager getting stopped by a highway patrolman. "Son," drawls the cop, "I've been waiting for you all day."
"Sorry, sir," chirps the kid, "I got here as fast as I could!"
And now I shall go looking for your tune in the archives.
Oh, I haven't posted that tune. In fact, I haven't posted any tunes because I stink at ABC notation. I have written quite a few tunes, all of which commemorate disasters, either mine or someone else's!
Well, send somebody a sound file of it then (or give it to Brad if you bump into him at a session one of these days) and we'll transcribe it. It's too good a story not to be able to follow it up with the tune!
If you can find the place (I needed a GPS monitor) the session at the Commodore Barry Club is friendly and fun. I came in as a total stranger and was welcomed by one and all. I'd recommmend the session to any visitor.
And it is still going on as of January 2005
This is a neat little session - the Irish Club is a great place to hang out and have a few pints with some fun local characters. The sessions start about 9pm. It's a slower-paced session great for beginner to intermediate players, but you also will find more advanced players hanging out and joining in as well. The Irish Club also holds monthy ceilis and lots of other seasonal events related to Irish music.
# Posted on March 10th 2003 by carafiddle
True Story
Okay, so now for the real reason I posted this session! My funny true story. It works better as a story that you would hear because of the aural play on words, but read it out loud to yourself and see if it doesn't make you laugh.
Whenever I am in Philadelphia, I usually end up playing a gig or two at the Irish Center. I find sometimes that walking in there is like walking into "Cheers:" everyone knows each other, and everyone is always so friendly and welcoming.
Last St.Patrick's Day, I was playing for several events at the Irish center, ranging from ceilis to workshops and even a few sets with guitarist John Brennan. At the end of the evening, I was sitting at the bar with John having a few pints, and John was intermittently talking with a man I had briefly met earlier as Mr.Sweeney, my friend's roommate's father. However, John
pulled me over and introduced him to me as "Mr.Fog."
At that, both John and "Mr.Fog" were laughing so hard that they could barely speak. I was confused about the sudden name change and asked them about that as soon as they stopped laughing long enough to talk.
"Mr.Fog" told me the following story in his thick but easy-to-understand Donegal accent...
"One night I was driving home from Baltimore. I had only one or two pints, I was quite sober actually, and I just really wanted to get home to my own bed.
I was driving along, it was late and dark and sure I was going a little faster than I should have been. As I was coming around a curve, I saw these flasing lights in my rearview mirror and of course I pulled over.
The officer got out of his car and walked up to my window.
'License and registration, please,'
'Oh, jaysus officer, I'm so sorry, you know I wasn't even paying attention,' I said.
'Sir,' the officer said stoically as he peered at me from under the brim of his hat, 'do you know how fast you were going?'
'Sure sure officer, oh but you know how it is, it's late and I only wanted to get home,' I argued with him.
Then the officer said something that threw me off:
'Sir, what if you had run into Mister Fog?'
Confused and completely serious, I slowly replied, 'Well, I would have put Mister Foot on Mister Brake and stopped Mister Car!'
The officer looked at me with his expressionless face and didn't speak for nearly a minute. Then he replied, 'Sir, I meant MIST or FOG.'
I of course started to laugh, but the officer remained stoic and expressionless and simply told me to drive carefully and he drove away."
That story has gone down famously around the Philadelphia area and I've written the reel "Mr.Fog's Trip to Baltimore" to preserve the story for prosperity!
# Posted on March 10th 2003 by carafiddle
LOL -- GOOD one, Cara...
Reminds me of some story someone told me the other day about some teenager getting stopped by a highway patrolman. "Son," drawls the cop, "I've been waiting for you all day."
"Sorry, sir," chirps the kid, "I got here as fast as I could!"
And now I shall go looking for your tune in the archives.
zls
# Posted on March 10th 2003 by Zina Lee
Oh, I haven't posted that tune. In fact, I haven't posted any tunes because I stink at ABC notation. I have written quite a few tunes, all of which commemorate disasters, either mine or someone else's!
Cara
# Posted on March 10th 2003 by carafiddle
Well, send somebody a sound file of it then (or give it to Brad if you bump into him at a session one of these days) and we'll transcribe it. It's too good a story not to be able to follow it up with the tune!
Zina
# Posted on March 11th 2003 by Zina Lee
John Brennan
What's he like? I'm going to his house tomorrow for a fiddle lesson.
# Posted on April 1st 2003 by tadgh
Irish Club Session
If you can find the place (I needed a GPS monitor) the session at the Commodore Barry Club is friendly and fun. I came in as a total stranger and was welcomed by one and all. I'd recommmend the session to any visitor.
And it is still going on as of January 2005
Mike Keyes
# Posted on January 10th 2005 by mikeyes
This is the Directions page from The Irish Center website:
http://www.philadonegal.com/irishcenter/directions.php
# Posted on January 11th 2005 by Just a person