It’s Easy Being Green

St. Patricks Day – the day all Irish musicians are waiting for – and it will be a busy one this year. Here’s a rundown of where you can catch some good music.

Front: Clara Arnold, Laura Goldstein.  Back: Shannon Schumann, Jacqi Musselman, Jocelyn Obermeyer

* Friday night – I’m playing with the Strand at Fiddler’s Dream Coffeehouse, at Glendale and 17th Street, in Phoenix.  Tucked away behind the Quaker church, you might miss it if you blink, but it’s a real gem in Phoenix. Admission is $6, coffee/tea/cookies are $1 each, and profits go to local food banks.

* Saturday – Again, with the Strand, I’m playing at the annual Phoenix Irish Festival, at the Irish Cultural Center in Downtown Phoenix. Worried about parking in downtown Phoenix? It’s on the light rail! $10 admission gets you in the gate for a full day of family-filled fun.

* Still worried about parking? Check out the MIM for “Discovering Ireland” all weekend. I’ll be rushing up to the corner of Tatum and Mayo (blvd, not county!) for appearances with the High Desert Harpers at 1:45, and again on Sunday at 11:45 and 1:45.

* Ironically, things settle down on the actual day. In honor of “Random Acts of Harping Month,” which is really in June, but it’s just too hot in Phoenix for that, so we do it in March, I’ll be playing at, well, random locations. That night, it’s a private event with the Strand.

* And Tuesday I will sleeeeeeep.

Random Acts of Harping Gone Wild

This was a crazy, busy, weekend for me. I spent Saturday with my IHTP mentor, working bedside at the hospice, and that means that Sunday is a catch up day. But still, I wanted to take a quick jaunt out to play for Random Acts of Harping Day. I knew I would regret it later if I skipped it this year.

The problem with RAOHD in Phoenix is that it happens in late June. Playing outside is not something we relish, exactly, when it’s 108 degrees. So I decided to go to our great little froyo place. Locally owned, and laid back, this place has a shaded porch where I could kill two birds with one stone.

After loading up on raspberry/strawberry/lemonade and lots of strawberries, I sat outside next to the sweet old dog who hangs out on the porch. Did I tell you that this place was laid back? They make milk-bone yogurt for the dogs.

This poor doggie, though, was afraid of my little harp. He barked and whined when I got it out, and hid behind a column for the 5 minutes that I played it. What torture for the poor fella.

So my Random Acts of Harping Day was pretty brief. Maybe I should have skipped it this year. 😦

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