Here is a youtube video of a Dead version of Peggy ‘O from the seventies. Not as much piano in this version as the one I fell in love with. But still, you get the sense of what a powerful ballad this was. If you don’t get chills at least once during this performance…well…I’ll get off my Head soapbox now.
 

Here is the first from my buddy Mustachio. He is playing a tune that he recently wrote. He didn’t have a name for it…so, in the interest of getting this video posted, I named it for him. The video is from April 12th, 2011 at John Stone’s Public House in Ashland. He played this after everyone had pretty much gone home, which is always the way it works. Musicians know that the best stuff is always played when no one is around to hear it.
 

We’re playing a set we call Kick the Cat.

We then made our way to the airport, where we were to meet up with the Ancient Mariners, who were arriving for their visit with the Swiss Mariners. We walked in to find the Swiss Mariners, who we had never met, all standing in the waiting area, looking through a glass wall, where they were expecting to see the Ancient Mariners arrive at any moment. We walked up behind them and said hello, which entirely confused them since there was only one way through that glass wall…and we didn’t come through it. Apparently nobody told them we were coming early by train.

After a brief explanation, a good laugh was had by all. The Ancient Mariners showed up ten or fifteen minutes later, we all had the first of many beers and a week of celebrating had commenced.

Later that week, we performed for a couple thousand people at the Augst Roman Theater. The memories of that concert, until now, had been slowly fading, being replaced by more recent escapades in Switzerland. Today, however, I saw a video that was posted from that concert and the memories came rushing back.

This is a video of the Ancient Mariner Chantey Men singing a goofy, crowd-pleasing song called the German Clockwinder. What the Chantey Men didn’t know was that the rest of the Swiss Mariners and Ancient Mariners had spontaneously lined up behind them and started bopping up and down, and singing along…if you can call ‘boop, boop’ singing. And, in the end, for reasons I never understood, we all decided to fall down. Goofy, corny, odd, but the crowd loved it. I guess sometimes people just want to see the entertainers make clowns of themselves. And we did. But, more importantly for me, it was the first real moment that I understood what a special group of friends I had, both here and abroad.

Incidentally, Roger and I are the baby faced ones hanging out somewhere over in the left side of the line.
 

Today, I got an email from Josh at 1:49 where he says:

Hey, I’m learning your tune right now!!!

Then, less than an hour later I get this video from him:
 

 
What can I say, I’m verklempt.

• Deb, it’s so nice to see April again.
• John E. Boy, thanks for the interpretive Irish step dancing.
• Alan, that spider nearly killed you, glad I could save your life
• Dan, if ever you need any attire correction in the future, you can count on me. Besides I don’t want you to embarrass the rest of us
• Beave, good man on ye ol’ goat skins. I guess we’ll have to continue carrying the Gary & Ralph torch since there are no others.
• Richard Benoit, nice chatting and playing tunes with you. I’ll be sending some music your way.
• Katie, you are sooo grass roots. Thanks for advertising our session before I knew we were having one. Also, thanks for making me feel good about B minor.
• To those two girls from Delmar who said they were going to go find Wi-Fi so they could check out my web site … you girls rock!
• Tim, impressive flute playing. Glad I could convince you to play one more tune.
• Bosse, I can’t believe you played Shenandoah in F! Cool. You’ve come a long way in a short time.
• Deirdra, mighty whistle playing. With a little more practice, you should be able to get those tunes up to speed  ; )
• Jeff, glad you found us.
• Craig, ninety seven versus of The Humors of Whiskey and I could see the finish line for the first time in three years. But, once again, defeat was snatched from the jaws of victory. Someone has to take the blame.
• Mountain, you should play that Em tune like nine times through. Good shtuff.
• Kate, bring your pipes to Sudbury, we’re putting you on tape.
• Tish, your fifing rules.
• Biscuits, you would have been proud.
• McGraw, you know how to make ‘em. Thanks for bringing them down. I’m so happy you all came. It was the best part of my day.
• Max, I know you can’t read, but Happy Birthday my little punky pirate.
• Sudbury and the Troopers, Great performances. Thanks so much for playing my tunes.
• Rachael, thanks for starting Blackwater Tide in the jam. I guess I should re-learn it now.
• The only downer of the weekend was that Mr. Dukes and The Salad Queen did not make an appearance. I hope you guys show up at Sudbury because my fans hate it when you’re not there.
• finally I’ll leave you with Eighteen fifes, Six snare, Six bass, Eight flags, Three gunners, Two prisoner handlers, One prisoner, One musketeer, One Jeff, One Commode and, apparently, a fair young maiden. Boom.