Many thanks to Alice for the info on Mauri's Wedding. Sometimes those celtic tunes fool me. They seem like they've been around forever. These days I can't get to the computer as much as I would like. Probably a good thing! Just so you know why I don't reply right away. I was at the 1880's cowboy camp this weekend. We had some rain the first day but it was over in the evening. I got my tent and bedroll setup between showers and managed to keep a dry bed. I suppose there were about fifty folks that came around. Some of us played tunes and cowboy songs and God knows what else on banjos, guitars and fiddles. This was around the fire while stew and beans were cooking and sourdough biscuits were rising in dutch ovens. Someone wanted to know if the biscuits came out of a tube. Whoohaw! Fred is a master of sourdough cooking and is the current vessel of generations of sourdough alchemists from Maryland. The biscuits will cause the blind to see, cure the lame, raise the dead and cure just about any ailment. After a while the grub was ready and we ate plenty. Then went back to picking. It always seems that the best music happens after most folks go away or to bed. Fred is the best banjo playing I know around here but he put it away and got out a celtic harp. For those that play them, they know it helps to see where your fingers are going. I can't do a thing with them anywise. Well Fred had nothing but firelight and didn't seem to need anything more. Save for a dram o' Irish whiskey. I was joining in on the tin whistle and just humming when so moved and otherwise just eating it up.

Rex

P.S. (you can do that electronically can't ye?)

I will post my visit to the Rocky Mountain Fiddle Camp in a different post.