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Irish Céilí / Scottish
7pm - 11pm March 6th
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The 29 th Annual
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March 6th, 7th & 8th 2015
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Friday night will be a night for the historybooks. This will
be the frist time Barleyjuce will play in California!
Nominated for 3 songs in 2013's Celtic Radio Music Awards!
How many celtic bands can boast the fact that three of the members have played bagpipes for royalty - one at the New Year’s Eve 2000 extravaganza in London, two others in
the Millenium Pipes March in Edinburgh for Prince Charles and his Marie Curie Cancer Fund? Barleyjuice, the Philly-based group with a penchant for all that is
“trad-rock” can, and are presently garnering affection and respect in the New World. Formed by Staten Islander Keith “Swanny” Swanson after a memorable stint with the
now legendary Flailin’ Shillelaghs, the ‘Juice have brought traditional sounds a long way from their Ellis Island predecessors.
“Why wouldn’t people love Barleyjuice?” muses frequent frontman Kyf Brewer, “We can dance with your daughter, mosh with your son, sing with your grandmother, and
toast your dad under the table. And we’re so attractive and humble your mum’ll be cookin’ for us by night’s end..”
Humble, indeed. Within one performance, the individual members of the demonstrative sextet -Brewer, Keith “Swanny” Swanson, Ian Parker, Graham Ford, Julie Baker and
Greg Schroeder pilot a barrage of instruments encompassing guitar, mandolin, fiddle, accordion, bouzouki, tinwhistle, bass, drums, and pipes in addition to physical antics,
gruff and tumble vocals, and instrumental jawdroppers, all for seemingly as much their own amusement as any audience member. The bagpipes close one set with a high
energy three-piper duel. Brewer even executes a mean highland fling. This is a Concord across the pond for any zealot of the dog-eared celtic-classic songbook.
Their sound having once been described as “the Rolling Pogues”, Barleyjuice is more inclined to dub themselves “a Lovely Little Drinking Band with a Serious Ceilidh
Problem” - the word, “ceilidh”, gaelic term for “party”, fitting them as aptly as their kilts - suitable swatches of toggery that their rapidly widening fanbase has grown to
expect, as well the subject of much curiosity and repartee along with knee-high hose, waist pouches called sporrans, and t-shirts bearing images of rockstars and beer. Only
the lovely fiddler Baker breaks fashion with her ankle-length slitskirts and brooched fly-plaid.
“People are endlessly fascinated with the age-old mystery of what’s worn under the kilt,” says Brewer, “so we tease ‘em a bit. During the shows we’ve had women who’ll just
wander up and boldly look for themselves..” “I feel so cheap,” quips Swanson, to which Ford japes, “Yeah, c’mon - you could at least buy him a drink first.”
So why do their accents seem to meander from Irish to Scottish to British cockney? Where are these guys from anyway? “We’re all yanks,” confesses Kyf. “Born and bred.
That’s just how these songs sound when you’re singin’ with your tongue in your cheek. We love this music - it’s got such heart and wit that we can’t help but mock it and
rock it up.”
From: "Celtic RadioTM"