Set 1
These pictures are from the Stanley Park show in Vancouver, B.C. on 9/8/01, and were kindly submitted to me by Amy Elvidge. All of these images here are copyright © 2001 to her, and are posted here by her permission. The titles are hers—the captions are mine! Click on any of the thumbnails to see the larger pictures.
"Shhh, I'm a hedge. Nothin' t' see here, move along...!"
A boy and his bouzouki
"Beware the old black rum!"
"We're gonna have a sociable, ladies and gentlemen..."
"Uh, hi folks. Darrell Power here. While Alan plays his solo, just wanted to remind you that the bass player is the true rhythm and backbone of any great band--er, what's that, Alan? No no, I didn't say anything..."
Séan: "So Bob, think the girls in front are gonna look over here any time soon?"
Bob:
Séan: "Alan fans. I'm cute too, ya know!"
Alan: "Hey, if it's his solo, why the heck does he get to SIT DOWN?"
Séan: "Shut up, you, do not question the master!"
Darrell: .oO (If I just keep playing, maybe he won't smite me....)
... and a rather happy lead singer, too. Ahh, the benefits of being the front man...!
Set 2
These pictures are my second set from the Stanley Park show in Vancouver, B.C. on 9/8/01, and were kindly submitted to me by my fantabulous friend Mimi Noyes, who attended the show with me! All of these images here are copyright © 2001 to her, and are posted here by her permission. Click on any of the thumbnails to see the larger pictures.
Power. Doyle. McCann. Their mission, should they choose to accept it: a Celtic version of 'Freebird'.
Alan: "Hey Séan! Let's skate!"
Séan: "Next time we book a gig, how about a real floor? Ice sucks."
(singing) "There isn't that much ocean betweeeeen Boston and St. John's..." .oO (Ocean. Gosh, I'm thirsty! Can't pick up the water bottle yet. Gotta finish the song. Don't knock over the water bottle, Alan. Whoops, where was I? OH YEAH...) "Iiiiii'm a rover, and I'm bound to sail awaaaaaaay..."
(singing) "And if some suitor comes approachin', will you let him through your door... what if I return half-thirsty, will I screw up these lyrics any more--" .oO (DANGIT! Must... keep... singing... song...)
"Oh thank God, I'm done!" *swig*
Alan: "I am SO COOL! I have a GUITAR! WHOO HOO!"
Séan: .oO (If I can just wait him out, the caffeine will wear off...)
Alan: "Look look folks! Séan has a guitar TOO!"
Séan: .oO (Just keep it cool, McCann... he's got to keel over sometime... you can wait him out through another chorus...)
"What the heck, somebody's a fret off -- oh wait, my bad, it's me..."
Alan (chanting): "... word up in the house, everybody give up for Séan McCann and the mean bodhran in the house..."
Séan: "Aww, now, Alan, it's really a rather NICE bodhran, I think."
Séan: "So, uh, Bob. Ever played one of these things before?"
Bob: "Nope."
Séan: "Me either."
Séan: "Just call me Air McCann, look at me go! I'm dancin'! I'm DANCIN'!"
Bob: .oO (Cripes, now he's starting to sound like Alan...)
"Come out fair a spot o' music, did ye? Aye, shore an' it's even us squirrels o' Stanley Park that like a wee bit o' Great Big Sea. Me an' th' missus an' th' wee 'uns, we're all after scamperin' about when th' lads're playin' 'Mari Mac'. Me l'il Johnny wants t' take up th' bodhran, though I've been a'tellin' 'im his drum will have to be QUITE small... and oh, by the way, could ye be feedin' me? There's a good biped then..."
"Everybody, up up up! What, you thought you were here to listen to us? Surprise! It's your turn to sing now! Guitars! GUITARS FOR ALL!"
Pay no attention to the man -- er, uh, equipment behind the curtain...