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I awoke to rain and a prediction for more of the same. So I dawdled my way
to the festival and bought a cheap poncho because I forgot to bring along
the cheap poncho I bought in Tulsa when rain threatened the Belvedere
raising. The festival grounds were certainly wet and showed evidence of
the heavy rain I had experienced in the car but there was only a mild
drizzle when I entered. Some umbrellas were in use but not many. I'll skip
ahead and announce that this morning's purchase, like the one in Tulsa,
remained unused at the end of the day. If I can continue scaring away rain
with $4 ponchos, I'm good.
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I caught the last bit of the band Seven Nations performing with the
Columbus Symphony Orchestra. This was the first time the symphony had
performed at the festival and I'm guessing there's a good chance that it
was their first time behind a "NO MOSHING" sign, too.
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Then I spent some time just walking about the festival. It's a big one
with lots of stuff to eat, drink, wear, etc.
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There were lots of performers, too. Seven stages plus here and there a
tent or open spot. The last two picture show Beth Patterson on the Irish
Pub stage and Lone Raven on the Shamrock Pub stage.
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The Capital City Pipes, Drums and Dancers on the Irish Thunder stage.
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An area called Brian Boru's Ireland provided a peek at 10th century
Ireland.
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I got in on the beer tasting even though I found out it was being run by
the brewmaster from Blue Moon Brewing. There were actually some pretty
good beers including one, Barmen Pilsner, that is only available at the
Sandlot Brewery at Coors Field (They brought one keg) and another, Dublin
Irish Festival Stout, only available at the festival (They brought lots of
kegs). And I only had to drink just a little Blue Moon.
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Then it was back to the Killian's Celtic Rock stage for the Prodigals. It
was a Prodigals' newsletter that prompted me to start thinking about
attending this year's festival. Singer Gregory Grene, that's him in the
last two shots, writes those newsletters himself.
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Part of what caught my attention in that newsletter was the description of
the reunion of sorts that would be following the Prodigals on Sunday.
Using the name Whiskey Asylum, it would include all four current
Prodigals, a couple of former Prodigals, and a couple of never Prodigals.
I don't know if Whiskey Asylum will ever perform again but they should.
There aren't many groups that have as much fun as these guys while
sounding as good as these guys. Glad I was there.
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Th last act on the rock stage was Flogging Molly. I don't know much about
them other than they are loud and seem to have quite a following and that
the lady fiddler isn't named Molly. It's Bridget. I had parked not too far
from the gate nearest the rock stage and I now headed that way. I could
hear Flogging Molly all the way to the car - and then some.
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