Episodes
Saturday Sep 27, 2008
The Mathematician (hornpipe)
Saturday Sep 27, 2008
Saturday Sep 27, 2008
1 + 1 = ????? Never could add up (or hit a high 'A' - worried about hiatus and all that stuff).
Saturday Sep 27, 2008
Top it Off (slip jig)
Saturday Sep 27, 2008
Saturday Sep 27, 2008
Here's a slip jig. It's maybe more of a slip shod in this incarnation. It's a good tune for anyone with a memory and a set of pipes. I have neither but tried to make do all the same.
Friday Sep 19, 2008
The Four Courts (reel)
Friday Sep 19, 2008
Friday Sep 19, 2008
I was asked to play this one so long ago that I nearly forgot but here it is; caught just in time. I used to think the title of this tune has something to do with petrol stations. I then learned a bit (a very little bit) about spelling. Any quasi-judicial activitles that used to occur round here tended to be located at the back of petrol stations rather than in front of them in any case.
Sunday Sep 07, 2008
Laddy Redican’s (reel)
Sunday Sep 07, 2008
Sunday Sep 07, 2008
I think this is also called the "Forget-me-not". Any notion of a sieve-for brains like playing a tune with a name like that doesn't seem right somehow so I'll just keep calling it Redican's.
Saturday Sep 06, 2008
The Moneymusk (highland)
Saturday Sep 06, 2008
Saturday Sep 06, 2008
There are lots of versions of this highland. This is in danger of sounding like none of them but it is an attempt to at least resemble a version I heard on a recording of the fiddle player Jimmy Lyons from Teelin, Co. Donegal. It's far less fiddly on the fiddle than the flute. If playing it in A is too annoying, just drop it down to G. The flute seems to like it there but as someone went to the trouble of making a G# key for my flute, I thought I should go to the trouble of pressing it the odd time.
Wednesday Sep 03, 2008
Follow me Down (reel)
Wednesday Sep 03, 2008
Wednesday Sep 03, 2008
I haven't had many chances to post tunes lately and this one was a bit of a rushed job. Any sound of a screaming baby in the background is hopefully a reflection on his distaste for bedtime rather than for my playing. Sorry; who am I trying to kid? I've stopped playing now and the baby is now dreaming sweet dreams (of daddies who don't play flutes perhaps).