Saturday
mirabehn and
emperor put on a joint 30th-birthday ceilidh in Coventry, which delightfully suffered from there being too many great guests there to spend enough time with any of them. (Halfway through I gave up and focused my attention on the gentleman caller instead.) I fiddled a bit (not very well; the prep time and rehearsal period was something like, "Water is Wide." "Key?" "G." "Let's go!") and led a sing-along drinking song (too quickly). But the dancing was great, meeting friends-of-friends was great, and it ended – as it should – with wine, tunes and sandwiches in a hotel room at 2 a.m.
Man, we have really cool friends and need to do more things with them.
Sunday
dextress and I had ordered a bottle of rosé to our room at 2:30 a.m. the previous night, which was possibly ill-advised, except it was brilliant the next morning as we attempted to check out and leave the hotel lobby with the half-full bottle which, it turns out, they never charged us for. We met up with a few other ceilidh-ers for a pub breakfast and I caught the noon train back to London and took a half-hour of sleep at home before heading out to the liveliest session Sunday
ever.
Seriously, it was bizarre. There were players out roaming the London streets that haven't been seen in sessions in years (apparently). People were crossing north and south of the river who hadn't left their base sessions since the '80s, and all the fierce young musicians who hang around Waxy O'Connor's and play gigs in Camden and have mic holders taped to their instruments were in.
Everyone got to play their favorite tunes – their
weird favorite tunes. It was all, "I love that one! We haven't played that in
ages!" "I didn't even know I knew that one any more!" I mean, at the first pub we kept trying to do slow sets, but then the third time through someone would lean over and say, "hey, you know, that goes into [fastish reel] really well," and we'd go into Fastish Reel, and then someone else would make an "oh! Do you know...?" eyebrow and go into Faster Reel, which always goes into VERYFAST REEL, and...well, we
tried! And then someone would go into an old, obscure, weird-o tune with a funny shape, or something, and there would be at least two other players stepping up with strong rhythm and "YYY!" faces. And that would keep on for another six or seven tunes until we ran out and stopped, breathing heavily, and someone went up for a round and someone else said, "Jesus! Let's take it down a bit. How about–" and by the time the round of drinks came back, the bearer would have to dodge elbows and flute ends to get them on the table.
The second pub was terrifyingly fast on purpose and everyone who was anyone and under 30 was there. Concertina was there! He kicked off his shoes and pulled one of the flautists up for old-style house dancing. CONCERTINA I'VE MISSED YOU. :( He works for one of the giant Irish banks and doesn't have any time because of the financial crisis, so he isn't coming out to sessions as much, and dammit, you guys, we have to fix the global economy! Before next week! So Concertina can get some sleep and come out and play tunes with me! That pub is good for playing interesting tunes over and over so you can pick up on them and
At the third pub were all the people who haven't been out in years/decades/whatever. TFP and a flautist and I came in in the middle of a set with about ten musicians playing, when there usually aren't more than three or four, and the guitarist shouted, "It's like Christmas in here! What's going on? You just missed [big name] and [big name]!", except that there were like six other big names tucked into corners having at it. IT WAS WEIRD AND CRAZY AND AWESOME. MY THOUGHTS WERE WHIRLED LIKE A POTTER'S WHEEL.
And then the three of us slung down our cases and got to all our favorite old crazy tunes we didn't manage to hit at the first two pubs. And the best ones that we had already! Because different pubs don't count. And by the end they were all running together:
TFP: "Stone of Destiny! A!"
Flautist and I: [blink. notice each other looking confused. share a "Stone of Destiny isn't in A, is it?" look.]
TFP: [starts playing Frank's Reel] :D!
TFP: [gives us a "why aren't you playing, we love this one" look.]
TFP: [sees our "Stone of Destiny isn't in A, and also you're an idiot" looks.]
TFP: ...oh shit you're right. :(
The whole
day went on like that for eight hours. EIGHT HOURS! Eight hours of insane high-energy skilled music slapping you back and forth across the face.
So that was an awesome weekend. Man, I always think I'm going to use my weekends to get the sleep I miss when I'm up until small hours at weeknight pubs.