Sorcha - Would that be Dana Lyn? I remember her from the SF bay area. Great fiddler! Well, here's my most screwball gig story. Back in 1988, me on fiddle and a mandola player/singer were hired to play Scottish music several weekends at an open house in a retirement community in the East bay. They were showing a new unit in a community named for golf links in Scotland. They wanted us to be dressed in kilts. The only problem is neither of us had any. We didn't have much time to get some, and I managed to borrow one. The other guy borrowed a kilt from a renn faire person - a Great Kilt, meaning nine yards of fabric that had to be folded and wrapped according to specific instructions. The mandola player wasn't given very good instructions in how to make the kilt out of the fabric, so there we were in an empty room we used for dressing, trying to figure out what to do in fifteen minutes. I also brought, as a desperation move, a plaid ladies skirt my mother loaned me, just in case it was needed. He was making no headway in getting his Great Kilt on, and with five minutes to go, he just wrapped it around himself tightly, resembling a cocktail waitress. It looked so ridiculous, we were in tears laughing our guts out. I fell on the floor laughing, and held up the skirt, and said "Please, please, put on my mother's skirt!!!" That did it. We were both useless, laughing like maniacs. We decided to go on with the Great Kilt re-wrapped just around his waist, and somehow managed to get through the gig. After we told a few friends about it, every time some of the Irish musicians saw me, they would greet me with "Please, please, put on my mother's skirt!!!" It took about a year until that greeting died out.