Amy's thinking about jigs and reels, and she don't mean the fishing kind

In preparation for our Celtic concert on March 14, we had our first Celtic Band rehearsal yesterday morning. Yes, morning. 9:00 a.m., to be precise.

There are no photos of the event because my camera has gone tragically missing. Just believe me when I say that if anyone can brighten an early, cold February morning, my band members can. SamTheDrummer came in with tales of wedding planning that would make your hair curl. Martha had just gotten done with a job interview and sounded very excited about the possibility (let's hope she doesn't get stabbed at this one). And Marti escaped from her grandson for just enough time to rosin up her bow and race through a new jig.

We'll be playing some favorites from the Welsh Weekend of Song concert last September, some Scottish pieces I've been wanting to perform for a while, OF COURSE a few beloved Irish songs (thus the "jigs and reels" of the post title) and a couple of my original pieces.

As always, the music sounded so good...so quickly. We'd scheduled 3 hours, but by 10:30 a.m. we'd played through everything and felt very comfortable leaving each other to rehearse on our own. To reconvene in a week.

In the evening this time.