Showing posts with label hurdy gurdy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hurdy gurdy. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Round and Round

Oh my. Has it really been over two years since our last addition to this blog? I'll backdate one here. Let’s see… where have we been? …

Summer 2014 finished with another travel lag - Tania heading back to Seattle ahead of Mike. So while Mike finished off some of the construction projects on the Irish house, Tania squeezed in a solo performance at Tumbleweed Music Festival in Eastern Washington state, a Seattle showcase performance with Ken Waldman and friends, and a couple of sets at Port Townsend Wooden Boat Festival on the Olympic Peninsula, west of Seattle.

Tania at Pt. Townsend Wooden Boat Festival 2014 - photo by Adrienne Robineau
Then Mike arrived and we were off to Vancouver Island in October. Mike recorded a second CD for our friends The Rabbleberries and we played concerts up and down the island as well as over on Mayne Island.

Mike and The Rabbleberries out celebrating the finished recording.
Back to Seattle with just enough time to rehearse and perform a series of Winter’s Return concerts with William Pint and Felicia Dale before heading off to Alaska for family time in Anchorage and Dutch Harbor (and the Anchorage Folk Festival) and then another trip to British Columbia in February/March: this time on Saturna, Mayne and Vancouver Islands.

Tania and Mom in Anchorage.

And that brought us right back to our return to Ireland in Spring 2015.
No wonder the years seem to be going by so quickly!

Friday, August 22, 2014

Sessions and Castles and Kittens, Oh My!


It's been a great Summer in Ireland - probably our busiest ever. After dashing off to the UK for six weeks (see previous post), we settled in for a summer of sessions and medieval music.

Sessions ran all through the summer, and weekends saw us travelling to play music in castles all over the country, from south (Ormonde Castle, Carrick-on-Suir) to north (Dunluce Castle, Bushmills), east (Narrow Water Castle, Newry) to west (Athenry Castle, Galway), and points in between (Fethard).


Traditional Irish sessions:
New Ross: Nan, on the flute, came from India to stay a couple of weeks - always a high point in our summer.

Ballywilliam: Yes, that's the same young piper, Eoin. Saw him a lot this summer; he's turning into a serious player!


We made up a variety of medieval ensembles for performances in castles all over Ireland.
Tania and Mike in Ormond Castle, Carrick-on-Suir
Sam Burke (Nuada) travels and performs with an even bigger collection of unusual musical instruments than we do,
Rehearsal time at our house.
so when we get together to practice for some summer gigs it's a real stringfest (plus a few whistles, reeds, and of course drums!)

Leading the procession around Fethard's medieval walls.


Tania went up to Northern Ireland for a couple of days to play with Sam and Ferris at:
Dunluce Castle, perched dramatically on the rocky North Antrim coast.

Narrow Water Castle has less impressive surroundings (a dual carriageway),
but unlike Dunluce it has a roof. And we had fun in the great hall.


Then it was back to Mike and Tania, the duo, as we finished our medieval "season" in Athenry Castle, Co Galway.
Mike, exploring the grounds.
Tania, setting up in the great hall.


At home in Inistioge, we took advantage of some barbecue weather, celebrated the christening of our neighbors' new baby, and got adopted by a pair of absolutely adorable barn cats.

Don at the grill

'Pearls' and 'Rocky'

Somehow, in between all that, Mike managed to get a lot of work done on the house. I'll try to get a new update to our house restoration blog soon, but here's one of the highlights - a working wood stove. That's in addition to the underfloor heating he installed last year, so now if we ever have time to stay put through the Winter, we'll be nice and cozy!


The summer's ending. Mike is staying a bit longer to finish up some of the good progress on the house, but Tania has said goodbye to friends, neighbors and kittens, and is saying hello to our Pacific Northwest friends as she travels solo in the coming weeks to two festivals and a performing arts showcase. See our calendar for details.

'Bye for now!

Saturday, September 15, 2012

A summer remembered

I have really fallen behind on my postings! We've been all over the place; I have to get the calendar out to remember where we've been.

I'll just backtrack to Ireland for now. "Summer" 2012 -

Mike flew to Ireland in March a couple of weeks earlier than Tania, who had one more solo concert to do and a recording session with William Pint and Felicia Dale. By the time Tania landed our first guests of the year, Jesse and Jesus, had already arrived the previous day. This was a serious climate change for them! From sunny Spain, they had flown north to frosty Ireland. We tried to keep warm by hiking all the way up to the top of Brandon Hill, but gale force winds nearly blew us off. The wind did blow down a tree, which we had to shift off the road to get back from our hike. At least we got a little bit of sunshine while they were here. That was a very scarce commodity this "summer"!



Mike got seriously stuck back into house restoration. The weather didn't cooperate for working outdoors, but as mentioned in the previous post, there was plenty to do in the bathroom. And it was great to see some real progress there.

Then it was our turn to go off visiting. We'd been trying for nearly a year to get a small Irish hurdy-gurdy players' gathering started... Turned out to be very small indeed, with just Mike, Tania, Ferris and Sam getting together again. This time, though, we were in Sam & Ferris' new house in Co Leitrim, with loads of space for playing, eating, sleeping, and messing around taking pictures and videos. (We have pictures of our 2011 meet-ups here.) We have so much fun at these sessions that we really want to share the experience with other gurdy and pipe players; hopefully we'll be able to widen the circle next year.

Our second visitor of the summer came over from Canada, breaking away from a Morris Dancing trip to England to spend a couple of days with us. I don't think the sun came out once, even briefly, while Karen was here, but we got her (and her flute) out to a couple of sessions, and a good time was had.

Mike was asked to be the soundman for a concert in the village hall over in Thomastown. It had been a while since the whole PA system got a workout, so to make sure everything was good to go, he first took over our kitchen (future living room) for a trial run. It was good timing, as well as fun, because we needed that PA for our concert in our own village hall the next weekend.


 In the week between the two village hall shows, we went to Galway to meet up with an old friend we'd not seen for too many years. Marc Gunn was leading an Irish tour for a group of his fans, and we met up with them for a few days. On our way there, we found ourselves driving through Moneygall, famed in story and song as the birthplace of Barack Obama's great-great-great grandfather. All done up for the American tourists, of course. As we stood, bemused, in front of the Obama Cafe, a helpful passerby offered to take our picture. How could we refuse?

Late June and early July, Tania and Mike parted company for six weeks. Renaissance festival season beckoned, and Tania was off across the ocean to roast in renfaire costumes in Eastern Washington heat while Mike stayed behind in the coldest, wettest Irish "summer" since records began. We avoided talking about the weather in our frequent phone calls.

No sooner did Tania get back to Ireland than it was time for what is becoming an eagerly anticipated annual tradition - Nan's visit from India. This was great, because we love to see her, we always play more music when she's around, and she brings out the best in the Irish weather! We had some great sessions in the two weeks Nan was here.

That change in the weather came none too soon. Shortly after Nan's departure, we had a day of outdoor music lined up with Sam and Ferris for Cashel's Medieval Walled Town Day. The ground may have been soggy from a "summer" (we got in the habit of referring to it in quotes) of rain, but at least the sky stayed dry for us all day.

Some of the folks we've met through the local sessions invited us to come for an afternoon boat trip on the Barrow. We set off from Tinnahinch, passed through several of the locks between there and St Mullins, and shared sunshine and music all the way.

Then there was a trip over to England and Scotland for gigs and visits with friends and family. If I can find any photos from that trip, I'll add to this. Since then, we've been all around Puget Sound, and back home to Alaska, and all up and down Vancouver Island...

We've just been traveling too much to find time to blog about it.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Return From Dutch

Had a great time in Dutch Harbor, but it's always good to get back home to Anchorage. My brother Lars was there to greet us, and get some snapshots.

Okay, he was actually taking pictures of the plane and we were in the frame, but at least he was happy to share with us.



When last we were here, earlier this winter, I had tried to find a chance to get together with the only other hurdy gurdy player I knew of in Anchorage - Arle - who I only knew from online forums. It didn't happen then, mainly because neither of us had a place where we could play. Little did I know that our friend Lucy actually had a gurdy on loan for a stage production for which she had recently produced the music. She was eager to learn more about this intriguing instrument before she had to return it to its owner.
So we invited Arle over to Lucy & John's place. I gave Lucy a quick and basic introduction (and fine tuned her borrowed gurdy) while we were waiting for Arle. We all got to see and play on instruments we hadn't come across before.










^ Arle's trying out my Chinook while I play his French-style guitar body gurdy >


And then, of course, came the real challenge: coming up with something we could all jam together. We got there eventually.

Early music turned out to be our best common ground.






Mike was there too, by the way, taking these pictures and playing along on John's beautiful handmade guitar.




As much fun as that was, this trip wasn't about playing hurdy gurdies; it was about spending more time with my parents. The snow banks in front of the house hadn't gotten any smaller while we were away, but the path had been kept excavated. Good thing Mom is such a champion shoveller.












Back at the house, many games were played. It would have been nice to win one. Just one. Oh well.



We also got one more chance to see cousin Mary, stopping through Anchorage on her way from Dutch Harbor to Hawaii. Having just enjoyed a couple of weeks with her out in the Aleutian Islands, Mike borrowed Mom's kitchen to treat Mary to one of his fantastic apple pies.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

In Conclusion? [Continental break hurdy-gurdy]

If you've been trying to follow this saga, sorry about the long gap! After I finally got the call from Continental's Customer Care Office (mentioned in the previous posting, August 28), I didn't want to publish anything that might prejudice any case I might make against them. I thought many times about what I could say, and finally decided the safe route was to say nothing at all for the moment.

But if you've read this far, you deserve a conclusion of some sort, so here you go:

August 26:
PHONE CALL #4 (Baggage Resolution, Houston) A week after the nightmare at the airport, I finally gathered the courage to phone the Baggage Resolution number again. I spoke with Mario, who again said that if Mr Cook will do nothing then there is nothing to be done, that the advisory number I had been given did nothing more than give me 14 days after my flight to present my damaged instrument at SeaTac, and that my only course of action would be to return to the airport and try again. He even tried phoning the SeaTac office directly to see if he could get them to talk with me, but they wouldn't.

I told him that the only way I would feel safe returning to the baggage counter was if Cook had been removed from his position as manager there, and I asked who to talk to about that; he gave me the number for Customer Care.

PHONE CALL #5 (800-932-2732): Maria logged my formal complaint against Mr. Cook and gave me a case ID number, but said there was nothing she could do about my loss. The only further action she could suggest was to send complete documentation of the incident and expenses to the customer care office in Houston. She also said that according to 'corporate policy', they would not give me any information about what action was taken, but assured me that action would be taken.

August 27:
I assembled a package of the entire story, documentation, photos, and a bill for the damages plus related expenses (mileage, ferry tolls, parking, etc). In my letter I asked for two things - remuneration and an apology for the way my complaint has been handled. Here's the closing statement of my account of the incident to them: "I was, and still am, absolutely livid, and very confused at how anyone can stand in front of a wall emblazoned with the words 'Baggage Service' and treat a distressed customer in such a disgusting manner."

This I faxed and emailed to every contact Mike had been able to find for Continental including the Director of Customer Care, Managing Director of Customer Solutions, and the CEO.

August 28:
Surprise, surprise. I got a phone call from the Customer Care Office. Stacey seemed to have no knowledge of the document I had just sent. She was responding to Mike's complaint via their web page nine days earlier, when I had just been evicted from the Seattle baggage desk under police escort. She stated quite plainly that Mr. Cook had been wrong, both in his failure to take in policy changes required by the Montreal Convention (which has only been in place for about ten years), and in his inappropriate use of the police to remove a customer he was supposed to be helping. She also said that they've had similar complaints about the Seattle baggage desk in the past. She was going to contact the General Manager at Seattle Airport and tell him that this needs to be dealt with - and that Mr. Cook should not be involved.

August 29:
An email arrived from the CEO's office: "Per our Contract of Carriage, Continental is not liable for damage to musical instruments...". Also expressing "regret" for any "perceived rude behavior" I experienced. This was sent 10 hours after the above phone call, so I thought they were going back on what they had just told me. And referring to misappropriation of police authority to intimidate a customer as "perceived rude behavior" just made my blood boil.

Fortunately I took a couple of days to cool off before I reacted to this, by which time...

August 31:
Mike has just arrived from Ireland, and we're about to leave for a festival across the mountains. I get a phone call from the Seattle Airport Baggage desk, offering to pay up to their limited liability under the Montreal Convention (so now they know it exists...) This is roughly 70% of the replacement value of the instrument, or of the repair estimate. I'm asked to decide whether to have it repaired, in which case they'll pay the luthiers up to this amount, or to buy a replacement, in which case they'll reimburse up to this amount when I present proof of purchase and they take possession of the broken instrument. In either case, the shortfall is my problem; they're not interested.

I'm not convinced that I should settle for this. After all, the Montreal Convention caps the airline's legal liability, but it certainly doesn't prevent them from paying the full amount of the damage if they choose to. That part is entirely at their discretion.

But at least I've been assured there's some money coming in to help with this. I don't trust Continental to follow through, since they seem so uncoordinated and unhelpful, and more specifically because they flatly refused to put anything in writing, even so far as an email, and did not want the conversation to be put on speakerphone for any additional witnesses to the promise. I don't want to delay; I look into my replacement or repair options. There are no Chinook model hurdy gurdies currently for sale. There are other makes and models that come in a similar price range, but again, none available right now. If I get an instrument with a different keyboard, I have a lot of re-learning to do, and I love the sound of the Chinook, so I really have to opt for repair.

September 12:
With great relief, I finally get my gurdy to Olympic Instruments for repair. It had been waiting for four weeks.

September 22:
Olympic Instruments, after much hassle and chasing, managed to extract the promised payment from Continental (less a 3% credit card transaction fee), having completed the main portion of the repair: the top has been replaced. The instrument is still being re-finished, a process made frustratingly slow by damp weather as each layer of lacquer has needed extra time to dry. Next, it still has to be re-assembled and adjusted.

October 17:
Another phone call from Customer Care. This is the professionally placatory Sharon, calling to make sure that I've been taken care of and (the question she sidled up to several times) that I'm not planning to make any further claims against Continental over this incident. I didn't make any promises. She sent me a $300 travel voucher 'as an apology.' I explained that while I appreciate her apology, it's no substitute for an apology from Mr. Cook who committed the offense, and that a travel voucher can't help make up the $800 gap between the damage done by Continental's baggage handlers and the damages the airline has paid out.

Am I going to make any further claims against Continental? After what I've had to go through to get anything out of them at all, after being treated like a little bitty insignificant customer who should just go away when they don't want to deal with me, I feel that they deserve every bit of grief I can give them, but I don't know that I want to put any more time and energy into it. They have covered their legal, if not their moral, obligation over the damaged instrument. I suspect I could make a case for personal damages, corporate malpractice, intimidation, misappropriation of police authority...
Ask me later.

The important thing is she's back!

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Breaking hurdy gurdy news (sorry - couldn't resist):

We got a response from Continental! The first cautious spot of optimism in this whole mess. They didn't exactly say "we will pay for this," but they did say that Mr. Cook was absolutely wrong, both in his understanding of their policies and in his handling of the situation, and that they're forwarding our complaint to his immediate superior. Yeah. The guy every person we've talked with at Continental up 'til now insisted didn't exist! And she also apologized profusely for taking this long to respond [9 days]; they were phoning in response to Mike's first complaint, when I'd just been Policed away from the baggage "service" desk.

Tania and & unbroken gurdy, in Crail Town Hall
(Fife, Scotland) back in April. >

Thanks to Steven Beard for the photo!


After what we've gone through with them over the past week, I'm not overly inclined to trust them. There was still no hint of "we'll pay for the damage our handlers did because it's the right thing to do," rather it was "this is covered because you were on an international flight, which means the Montreal Convention has forced us to adjust our policy." In other words, if this happens on a domestic flight, the customer is out of luck. Bear this in mind when choosing an airline. I've been hearing very positive things about Southwest and Delta. And Alaska Airline has always been very good to me.

So just in case this is a stalling tactic - and I hate having to be this suspicious - to take me outside the 14 day limit for making a claim that I've been told about over and over again, I'm still going to send, by registered mail, a hard copy of the nine page long pdf with an account of the entire situation, an invoice for damages and all supporting documentation.