All three are celebrated solo artists who bring their rich, and carefully honed craft to The Early Mays. The Lord reigns, let the nations tremble He sits enthroned between the cherubim let the earth shake. In spite of our lack of German though Sammy speaks a little , and their half decent English, we found kindred spirits. Then step into the circle again. Available Online scroll down to the bottom of this page or call the winery at to purchase over the phone during business hours Thursday-Sat. The concert began with a performance by a local group of fiddlers.
Snow-covered landscapes would be green and bursting. The Shelf Life had another success on their hands. A songwriter in his own right with a knack for visual imagery and storyteller ideals, a percussive bass style and bluesy vocal growl, Adrian holds down the bottom end with a flair all his own. We had a special night in Richmond, playing a square dance and concert for the Richmond Old Time Music and Dance Club at a nifty sporting club overlooking vast rugby fields and the famous Kew Gardens, the largest botanical garden in the world. There is a sweet jukebox in the corner, and plenty of wonderfully tawdry wall hangings from when Leo and Leona owned the bar. We had fun watching all the other bands in the lineup, and trying to stay dry as it poured rain. It was a lovely time trading tunes with Dermie, Tara, and Helen Diamond as well as a slew of other fine musicians including the pub owner John.
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Late to bed and an early morning the next day to get to the airport. How strange to have flown halfway around the world in a matter of hours, popped out in a different hemisphere, and gone to eat something so ordinary as breakfast. The set ended with a dance party in front of the stage, folks of all ages cutting up. It was our first time at Wintergrass as the Foghorn Stringband, and it was wonderful to be there at last. The next day took us back up into the highlands, near the village of Uralla, to a country house concert in a Buddhist temple.
We were kindly hosted by our good pals Jacinta and Terry, who would accompany us to Wagga Wagga the next day, and on to the Blackwood Festival. And it was quiet there compared to the bustle of Bergen. Foghorn will next be reconvening in the great land of Wales in early June at the Fire in the Mountain Festival, and will carry on to visit its splendid neighbor, Ireland, for the Westport Folk and Bluegrass Festival as well as some shows around the country. Ireland has come through for us once again with its good humor, friendly hospitality, fantastic scenery, ever-flowing perfect pints of Guinness, tiny roads, charming pubs, and most of all, the craic. We traveled through Galway, Mayo, and Sligo, getting a chance to play some great shows, see some old friends, and visit with some heroes.