The
Irish 2000
Festival
After overcoming many obstacles (Literally - what was that lump in the road?), Clan MacRogue finally crawled into Albany, which is rapidly becoming home away from home, before repairing to the Altamont Fairground to see the Antipypr, our Patron Saint.
After a rousing solo bombarde rendition of Walking in a Winter Wonderland, Neil Anderson and the Jimmy Kelly Band ("for lack of a better name") proceeded to make our heads explode.
Neil Anderson.
Jimmy Kelly (Jr.).
Brendan O'Sullivan.
Brenden O'Sullivan.

The preceeding caption was a notice from the Department of Redundancy Department, and the Natural Guard.

Matt Smith.
Neil, Jimmy, and the best shot we got of Jimmy's older kid brother Dennis on the drums.
The Jimmy Kelly Band carries on the proud and ecclectic musical tradition of the Antipypr. Matt Smith plays a breath-takingly fast fiddle on the electric guitar and mandolin; Brandan O'Sullivan plays bass guitar on the keyboard; and the Man Who Started it all plays, of course, lead guitar on the bagpipes.
Branden nimbly demonstrates why he's been selected as the Big Bad Bastion of the Free Reed Chapter of the Hampstead Plobrecht Society.
Brandar MacSullivan and Jimmy Kelly are delilghted at the Laird's offer to visit his cellars and brewery. Neil, however, remembers his own past experience with the Don't Drink and Drone Stout.
The next group we saw was The Paperboys.
They were Androgen's favorite, although they were a bit too pop for the Brewmaster.
Shona LeMottee, Hanz Araki, Tom Landa, Cam Salay, Shannon Saunders, and almost appearing is Paul Lawton. (We got their names from their page in the Irish 2000 program. We enjoyed their performance, but we are very confused as to exactly who's who. Anyone sending us an accurate line-up is entitled to a complete set of our photo.)
The Paperpersons.
Well... it was New York...
The land yacht was our first clue that Seven Nations had arrived. It was not a subtle entrance...
... so we followed up with another not-so-subtle hint of our own.
The AntiEconomist accompanies the Laird on a visit with Eric, the unknown soundman. If anyone knows Eric's real name, please let us know, so we can ignore it.
After that, we saw the Prodigals. They Rock. Here's Gregory Greene, lead vocals.
Ray Kelly (no relation) lead vocals, guitar; Brian Tracy, drums etc. and background vocals; Andrew Harkin, bass.
Did we forget to mention that Gregory's a killer button accordion player?
Andrew must be a graduate of the Neil Anderson School of Transmogrified Music, what with the flamenco bass and all...
A dark picture, but a wonderful second set from the Jimmy Kelly Band.
The Young Dubliners.
Jeff Dellisanti, sax, tin whistle, flute, trombone, and keyboards (not shown); Jon Mattox, drums, bodhran; Randy Woolford, electric guitar; Mark Epting, violin, mandolin, and harp; Bren Holmes, bass.
This is Jeff.
We couldn't pass through Troy without stopping here again.
We'd like to try everything on this list (but first we'll make sure that Moise Anderson, the Kosher Irishman, isn't on the guest list for dinner).
Maybe someday we'll get there when it's open.
Major Strausser's been shot. Round up the usual suspects.
sHAREing a quiet moment.
Future home of the Troy Stout Store
a division of MacRogue Petty Industries.
The last time we were at the Museum of Contemporary Art we made some friends who aren't here now.
We also walked by these trees several times before we realized there was something... different about them.
Spot the Bunny.
Our suspicions are confirmed.
On the way home we stopped for lunch in one of the few remaining Howard Johnson's Restaurants. His Lairdship highly praises their salad bar.
Lunch was served in the aptly named Three Seasons Room. The Laird insisted on having his picture taken with each of the three murals that depict the Three Seasons...
Fall...
Winter...
and Sprimmer.
Androgen has finally had it with stupid word tricks, and assaults the Bunny.
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