My True Love

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I am the songbird and the worm. I am the butterfly and the net. I like to be looked at but don't want to be seen.

Growing up on the streets of London during in the 1970's I was a loner and a dreamer. Each day upon my long walk home from school I had to pass by a gang of "Teddy Boys". Young men wearing tapered trousers, black leather jackets & usually in dark shades with their strongly-moulded greased-up hair with the side combed back to form a ducks arse in the rear. I wanted to be a Teddy Boy, I remember asking one for a cigarette, he barked "Fawk Ouff Ya Wanka". To me they all looked like an ugly version of Elvis, but there was something intriguing and magical about them, maybe it was their association to American Rock & Roll. 

At night on my tiny battery powered transistor radio I would tune to an A.M Oldies Station, where I would hear the music of Buddy Holly, the Big Bopper and discover the group The Ink Spots that would shape my future years later. I would sing along and jump around on my bed pretending I was on stage. 

One day the house next to ours (that had been vacant forever) was occupied by an Irish Family. Thats when I met my first love Marion. Marion Giles was a 14 year old red headed angel who spoke English but I could not understand a damn word she said. I fell hook, line & sinker head over heals for her. This is where I began my life as a writer. I wrote love poems for her and gave them to my sisters to hand off to Marion because I was too nervous to give them to her myself. Poetry poured out of my pen at night while listening to Bing Crosby croon. Pure and simple words from my heart like, "Roses are red, Violets are blue, Marion I do think you are very pretty"

 

My new album "My True Love" is all about that very experience of falling head over heals in love. It's in the spirit of a bygone era of Jazz Music. It's only available for purchase here. . .      http://www.gregorypage.com/pages/purchase.html     

 

Happy Birthday To Me

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Photograph by Tom Page.

Staring at the first blank page in my new notebook I'm not sure what to write. So I skip it and begin writing on page two.

Sunday April 28th 1963 at 6.AM I came upon the world scene. I was born in a small village called Bushy Park outside of London in Middlesex. Not Frontsex or Backsex but Middlesex. The headlines in the morning paper made no mention of a Bastard Baby Boy Born in Bushy named Gregory David Page. What did make the papers was that, across town that evening The Rolling Stones were performing at The Crawdaddy Club.

Upon hearing the joyous news of my birth me Mum's younger brother, my Uncle Bobby Page (who never trusted public transportation and still doesn't) walked 7 hours from London to come and meet me & visit his only sister named Maire Page. The hospital staff would not let him in to see us so Bobby Page lied and said that he was the Father. (A little white lie that would catch up with him in Morocco years later, but thats for another chapter). The single Mother and her first child spent time bonding in that countryside hospital on Chestnut Sunday and was visited later that day by Bobby Page who had a long walk home. 

My Mother met my Father in Beirut, Lebanon in August 1962. Her all girl band "The Beatchicks" & his all guy group "The Martians" were performing together on French Avenue at The Cat Club. With all his Armenian charm that my dad possessed he swept her off her feet. He sang in Italian for Christ's sake how could any women resist a tall, dark handsome young man in a white suit singing romantic songs in Italian & French while smoking fancy cigarettes. A night of passion and romance and then with the morning Sun he was gone. She wired a telegram to where his band was performing informing him about her pregnancy but she never received a reply.

After we left Bushy Park Hospital, Mum rented a room for us in North London. The Landlord who lived in the house was a Cockney Londoner named Vic Story. A successful businessman and a loner who owned a Silver Rolls Royce. He washed that car constantly. You never really picture the owner of a such an expensive car washing it themselves. Mum continued to gig around town, once in a while leaving me with this very funny and charismatic man who quickly fell head over heals for my beautiful young Irish Mother. One night under the cover of darkness she pulled a 'Moonlight Flit' (which is leaving without paying rent). While Mr. Story was fast asleep snoreing on the couch we quietly moved out assisted by her older brother my Uncle David Page. We quietly moved into a flat owned by my Mothers older brother Tom Page who lived on 74 Highbury Hill. 

And so the story begins...

 

Questions & Answers

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In February 2011, Gregory Page was interviewed in Amsterdam by a student writing for her school paper. Here are the questions and Gregory Page's answers:

How old were you when you started singing?............................ 6

When did you start crooning?...................................................... 30

How many countries have you visited?..................................... 13

When did you move to America?.............................................1976

How many miles have you traveled?.................................. 75,000

How many suits do you own?........................................................ 5

How many albums have you made?.......................................... 21

How many favorite vocalists have you?..................................... 1*

How many ties have you got?....................................................... 9

How many hats do you own?........................................................ 4

How many cigarettes do you smoke a day?............................. 0

How many haircuts do you have in a year?............................ 14

How many clubs do you belong to?........................................... 0

How many teeth?........................................................................... 23

How many instruments do you play?......................................... 3

How many short films have you made?................................... 12

How many times have you been married?................................ 0

What is your best score with three darts?............................. 136

What is your height?.................................................................... 6'2

What is your weight?.................................................................. 190

How many shaves a week?.......................................................... 3

How many friends?........................................................................ 9

How many cars do you own?...................................................... 0

How many guitars do you own?............................................... 17

How many tattoo's do you have?............................................... 1

Favorite Actor?.......................................... Edward G. Robinson

Favorite Acoustic Guitarist?......................... Django Reinhardt

Favorite Electirc Guitarist?............................ Wes Montgomery

Favorite Guitarist (Living)?........................................... Jim Soldi

                                                                                           *Al Bowlly

 

 

 

coffee shops, red lights, and oh yeah VAN GOGH!

Our Walkabout in Amsterdam

feb. 2, 2011

yesterday gregory, sky, our visitng friend lisa, and myself bundled up like ralphie's little brother randy on "a christmas story" and jumped on the train from alkmaar to amsterdam. with the exception of lisa, we had been there numerous times before for t.v. or radio shows, but never with time to see the sites. so yesterday was special.

(disclaimer)                                                                     In america, everybody (yes every single person) thinks amsterdam is packed shoulder to shoulder with pot heads and prostitutes and even pot head prostitutes. It's kind of like how other country's and states in the u.s. assume that every californian lives on the beach and surfs all day. okay so to be honest, gregory, sky, and myself actually do live minutes from the beach in san diego but most of the state is open space plagued by the smell of cow manure eminating from nearby ranches and farms.     (end of disclaimer)

even though we had been in amsterdam several times, we still didn't totally know what to expect. none of us do drugs or pay for sex so we weren't quite sure what we would do all day. as a group we decided to do something a little bit different. we went to the van gogh museum. wow. van gogh has always been one of my favorite artists. his work is so different from anything else. the colors he was able to get and incorporate into his one-of-a-kind brush strokes really put him in a different league from most of his contemporaries. each painting has a movement and 3 dimensional aspect of its own. (Sorry, for a moment i thought i was writing a review for mrs. bravo, my favorite high school art teacher. and yes, we did used to have art in schools. back then, we had music programs too). one of my favorite aspects of van gogh's career was that his brother theo never waivered in his encouragement or financial support even though neither lived to witness the success that followed. it reminds me of how the three of us have loved ones and friends who continue to support and encourage us as we chase this dream of playing music around the world. hopefully we find some success before we die too! reading about theo also made me wonder if he ever said 'hey vincent why do you have to use so much paint? ever thought about using longer brush strokes? nobody else uses this much paint. take it easy on the paint. you're costing me a fortune!" i digress, we spent hours surrounded by school children (like the scene in ferris bueller's day off) looking at masterpieces we had only before seen in books and it was incredible.

 looking at the art made us hungry so we ventured down to the museum cafe and ordered meals that were far from masterpieces. we forced them down and then took a cab to some building were we dropped off gregory for a photo shoot. sky, lisa, and myself continued our self-guided walking tour which went something like this: "do you want to go left or right?"

"i don't care really."

"me either."

"okay let's just go buy a loaf of bread at the store behind us."

one interesting site that we did see was mc donald's. i know you are thinking. "what!?!? you are in amsterdam and you hang out in a mc donald's!" my only reply is

"hey it ain't easy finding a public bathroom in amsterdam."

after all of this walking around and consuming several ounces of water and diet pepsi, I had to piss like a race horse at the del mar fairgrounds. when we got to mc donald's i realized that this was the most magnificent of all mc donald's. don't get me wrong. i'm not a big mc donald's fan. rarely do i eat there, but back home mc donald's and starbucks compete for every corner on the streets. needless to say, i have seen hundreds but never before like this. this mc donald's was several stories tall and came wih its own bathroom attendant. but with the bathroom attendant comes the crappy part. this woman sits outside of the bathrooms and watches to make sure you put 30 cents on the plate before using the toilet. "30 cents to use the john! Are you kidding me?" it was at this moment that i decided, "well if i'm paying 30 cents, i might as well get my money's worth." there is a point to this and besides lighten up. you poop too.

well everybody that knows me knows i am a huge germaphobe. using a public toilet in amsterdam is about as far as germ free as you can get. knowing this, i spent hours placing layer upon layer of toilet paper on the seat. after it had reached a foot in depth, i climbed on top and began catching up on "my words with friends" iphone games. oh yeah, i pooped too. when i finished, i washed my hands, opened the door to the outside so i wouldn't have to touch the handle again, then washed my hands 39 more times before leaving. as soon as i stepped outside, the bathroom attendant rushed in with spray and towel in hand to disinfect the toilet seat. simply amazing! it was at that moment that i heard an enourmous choir of angels sing. i knew the 30 cents was worth its weight in gold and also that i had just pooped in the best mc donald's in the world!

stay tuned as i continue to post extremely important tour updates like the one you just read. i'd write more, but i just drank two cups of coffee and i have some "words with friends to play" if you know what i mean.

-Josh Hermsmeier

 

Almost Famous

Winter Tour Journal: entry 2

today was interesting. gregory was to do a photo shoot at a local beach for some national newspaper. it totally made sense to us. gregory loves the beach. sometimes i call him and say, "hey you wanna practice or something?" and he replies "not now, i'm tanning." i'd be lying if i said i've never joined him. in fact, all three of us love the beach, especially our secret surf break back home. we were just talking about how much we miss being in the water together. the other day, before we left, we wanted one last surfing session before our flight. while sky was hanging ten, i saw gregory do a huge round-house rap around off the lip. it was epic. he really knows how to throw spray. most people reading this probably didn't realize how much we all LOVE surfing together.

speaking of surfing, i noticed a local restaurant serves burrito's for 15 euros. wow. that's all i could really think to say to myself when i read the menu posted outside. needless to say, i remained outside. im pretty sure i will never pay the equivalent of $20.00 for a burrito i can buy at any corner in san diego for $4.00. i asked erik (from the label Gregory has a publishing agreement with) to explain why the meals at local restaurants were so expensive. apparently the don't have the go-out-to-dinner-and-get-cheap-food-regulary-because-we-are-lazy-or-immediately-demanding-calories mindset like we have in the states.

coincidently (or however you spell that word) the tv/background noise just changed from the australian open nadal/federrer (or however you spell those words) tennis match to some crime show on discovery channel. still lots of moaning and groaning but in less of a constipated bowel movement effort and more like an "ouch I just got shot" response.

a few minutes ago, (plus about 20 now that i think about it...so that puts at about 23 minutes ago) i was recognized by a passerby on a bike. he stopped and made a sharp turn-around to come say hi. i have never seen this person before. he was really really excited. he was so bundled up in the cold that i felt like i was sharing a "famous" moment with the linen section at Bed Bath and Beyond. when he first saw me he screamed and started speaking dutch very fast. so fast, i felt like i was in the middle of a pentecostal prayer meeting. as he got closer i realized he probably saw us on the national television show we did a couple months back, or maybe from some other press. it was really cool to connect with this dutchman on a personal and not behind the camera lense type of way. i told him i only spoke english. he said, "oh sorry. you looked like my friend when i road by." he sped off into the freeze-your-nipples-off cold air.

goodnight,

josh hermsmeier

World Tour in Holland

tour journal

1/24/2011

yesterday we arrived in holland. by we, i mean not just gregory and myself, but also sky ladd. sky will be playing keys at the concerts on this tour. some of you might think that sky is a pianist. i should take this moment to inform you that sky is, in fact, a locksmith no he's not. i guarantee that none of you have ever heard somebody play the keys like he does. some people say that he plays the keys as if he were using them to unlock the inner most passageways of heather LOCKlier. come to a show and make up your own mind on this one.  

Having sky here is awesome. what was not awesome was when the flight attendant allowed a 7' and 350lb man to take the unoccupied seat next to me on the transatlantic leg of our flight to amsterdam. Apparently, there was not enough room for him in the regular seat so they put him next to me in the exit row, the same exit row I originally requested because it offers more room. After about ten minutes, my right arm grew hot and tired from resting under the crevice of mass attached to his left side. I felt a little bad because he couldn't help how big he was. he wasn't dr. phil show fat or anything, just BIG! he was a big teddy bear and all he wanted to do was talk about how different las vegas was from his small rural village in holland. i could have listened longer, but I ended up moving to a different seat which worked out okay...okay except that the empty seat to my left was the only thing between me and 7 hours of a guy watching sci-fi on his computer while he uncontrollably sneezed, coughed, and blew his nose. needless to say, i bypassed my normal intake of diet cokes and opted instead for the vitamin C richness of the juice that claimed to be orange. it didn't taste like orange juice, but it was orange and juice so i digress.

 

yesterday while walking through the village, i popped my head into the window of this hip restaurant. a quick look from the woman lounging on the couch informed me that this was not a hip restaurant, but a hip family room. nobody uses curtains here. they have them, but they don't use them. this allowed me to walk the streets looking into everybody's home. their responses let me know that most people carry on walking by without "prying" into their privacy. well, if you don't want me to look in your windows, close your curtains. i think most of them just like showing off how clean their homes are. im pretty sure that's why people back home keep their curtains closed, that and late night cinemax. 

 

yesterday at customs, the agent asked gregory where he was staying. he said "holland." apparently she didn't think it was funny.

 

last night i asked gregory if he wanted to watch the show "whale wars" about people trying to hunt whales. he said "no, not at all! i don't want to watch people killing whales. i don't think i could stomach it." apparently he had never heard of the show.

 

i'm signing off to go for a run/see what other people are up to in their family rooms.

 

-Josh Hermsmeier

 

2010 In Review

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Photograph by Andy King

My album "Once & For All" was just voted "Best Album Of 2010". Thats great news!!!!.  I can announce that, and receive many congratulations from family and friends.

Not one single person asked, "Voted by WHO?  So I contiune on in my imaginary world that my album was voted the best music of 2010.

Everyones happy, its a win win situation.

This year I knew more couples who had babies. I don't have any children (that I know of). My songs are my children and they need plenty of attention. Some of those little bastards keep me up at night. Some of them escape in the middle of the night. Others just hang around and never move out.

In order to have song babies I must have sex with my guitar. I have many guitars & I just can't seem to faithful to One. This year I spent many a romantic time in the park with my 1953 Guild M-20. If I could marry a guitar it would be her. I guess I've always preferred older guitars.

The year started of wierd, a tree fell and killed my VW. I had just gotten out of it. There was only a few minutes between me and the Grim Reaper.

Then my Bike was ripped off and my cat "Mr. Baby" died.

I spent the Summer under the same Eucalyptus tree writing new songs. I took a break from Heartbreak and wrote a Happy Album called "My True Love".

I did not have to sell any vital organs to pay for recording the new album.

Me and my drummer boyfriend Josh went to Holland and found an audience waiting for us there.

January 2011 we return to Europe.  I'm already predicting my new album "My True Love" will be voted "Best Album Of 2011"

 

With Love

 

Gregory

 

 

 

 

Fun In The Moon


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Photograph by Dennis Anderson

Every Sunday in La Jolla there is a wonderful Farmers Market that I play at once in a blue moon.

My last Sunday's performance at the La Jolla Farmers Market was fun in the Sun although its unbearable start time of 10am instantly put me in a bad mood. Setting up my gear, plugging things into things I try not falling asleep in public. I am drinking a Red Bull under a white tent sitting on a folding chair listening to my iPod play Louie Armstrong. My blue Samsonite suitcase is open & hungry for tips. I have not sang a word into the mic or even strummed my guitar when somebody throws a dollar into the case, I'm looking down so I don't see them. I think to myself, "Thats odd, someone tipping me and I am just playing my iPod". A few songs go by and another person thows in some change, and then another person throws in a few bucks. I have not yet sang or played a single note. My mood starts to melt and I smile thinking to myself "This is great, I'm getting paid to play my iPod". Then someone stops and asks "How much for your Cd's?, a song on the iPod ends and the vendor selling her art next to me applauds loudly. It's ten thirty & I've sold two Cd's, made over five bucks in tips and all I am doing is just sitting here.

The event organizer who books the Farmers Market is a New York Jew named Mitch Feingold. He says to me "Whenever you wanna play Mr. Page... we are all waiting!!!".  Mitch and I have been pals for a long time and he genuinely makes me laugh (he is an aspiring comedian). I have always wondered who perms his hair? He has on a pair of Ski Patrol sun glasses & one of those Blue Tooth gadgets hanging out of his ear & always wears khaki shorts with thick grey socks & hiking boots. Being a Pediatrist I guess quality footwear is a priority for him.

I say to Mitch in a high complaining voice, "I don't wanna play I'm making decent doe just sitting here!!!!"

After an hour of actually performing I realize I've made zero tips and sold no Cd's. I immediately return to playing Louie on the iPod and low and behold, folks clap after each of the songs end and tips start pouring in. A women buys two Cd's. I smile looking at Mitch and say "I hope my IPod battery lasts another two hours." 

 

I guess that show is no longer a secret anymore.

 

Gregory David Page's Grandfather David Page

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Dave Page: Memories of a Premier Irish Piper

by John Tuohy

It was June 1974. We were having our end-of-the-school-year potluck and contra dance. One of our friends brought along some uninvited guests: an elderly Irish gentleman, his wife, and two of their friends. The Irishman, a musician, had brought his instrument in a long, narrow, grey case. He sat on our front porch, set that strange looking case next to him, opened it and slowly assembled what appeared to be a most complex intrument, and then treated us all to some of the finest Irish music that we'd ever hope to hear. The gentleman was Dave Page. The instrument was the uillean pipes.


Dave Page was born in Dublin, Ireland in 1906. While in his early twenties, his father enrolled him in a piping school taught by the great piper Leo Rowsome. Dave proved to be a talented musician and was soon winning competitions and performing in a quartet with his teacher. During the early 1930s he was a member of the Siamsa Gael Celidhe Band. This was a 7-10 piece band consisting of fiddles, piano, drums, piccolo, and of course, the pipes. The band, led by Tom Page (Dave's brother), was one of Ireland's most popular dance bands. In the late 1930s, Dave gave up the pipes and took up the piano accordion. The pipes at the time were considered to be "old fashioned." During this time Dave and his wife Bridgie moved to London where they lived for twenty years, working and raising their four children. Dave became a well known figure in the Irish music scene in London. In the 1950s, the Pages were persuaded to move to Chicago where they lived and worked for another twenty years. In the late 1950s Dave got the chance to acquire another set of uillean pipes. He became well known as both a piper and a fine accordion player.

In 1974 the Pages vacationed in San Diego, liked it and decided to retire here. Dave soon grew tired of musical retirement, went looking for music, and ended up at our potluck party. He became an integral part of the San Diego traditional music culture and a cornerstone of the Irish music scene. The interest Dave generated in Irish music soon led to the formation of a San Diego incarnation of the Siamsa Gael Celidhe Band. It was Dave's support and encouragement that led a number of us "young Americans" (in particular Judy Lipnick, Ian Law, and me) to seriously pursue Irish music in all of its intricacies and subtleties. In the late 1970s, Dave decided to "retire" from piping and offered me his set of pipes and his tutelage. Dave died in 1987, after several years of ill health.

Simply put, Dave Page was one of the finest people I ever met. The impact he has had on me and on others cannot be overstated. The major component of good traditional music is integrity. When Dave played, his music became an extension of his personality and there was no lack of integrity in his personality. There was no nonsense or flash in his style, just solid, thoughful playing (this should not be confused with lack of humor).


When Dave played in informal situations amongst friends his music would take on the finest qualities of his personality, a lack of ego, a kindness, a fine sense of humor, and a deep understanding and love of his musical tradition.

I remember one of the last times I heard Dave play. We were at a party and it was late. Towards the end of the evening an accordion was handed to Dave and he was asked to play an air. Dave had been in ill health and had not touched the accordion in months. With shaky hands Dave took the accordion and, after several false starts, played one of the most beautiful renditions of the ancient air "The Coolin" that I had ever heard. The notes that he played were simple but I'd trade all my "advanced" technique to be able to play that tune the way he did.

It is now February 1989. Dave has been gone for almost two years now. Judy and I are sitting here knocking out a few of our favorite tunes. That long narrow, grey instrument case now sits by my side. We've just finished playing a medley of one of Dave's airs and two of his favorite reels. We are both silent for a few seconds and then Judy says, "Dave would have liked that."


John Tuohy learned his pipering from Dave Page and plays Dave's old set of pipes. He performs regularly in coffee houses, pubs and concert settings throughout San Diego County.

I went with John Tuohy (a young San Diego piper) to meet Dave Page. John has written a biographical sketch on Dave in the Northwest and San Francisco Pipers Review (1987). We found Dave in his 80s and in great spirits in a rest home in San Diego. Dave was born in Dolphins Barn, in Dublin on 17 April 1906. He got his first set of pipes from Leo Rowsome for the pncely sum of £25. These he later sold in order to buy a piano accordeon and the pipes are now in the possession of Dick Grant of Bray. Dave went to live in London in the late 30s where he remained with his wife Bridgie for 20 years. He then went to Chicago and after meeting some of the Irish immigrants came across a set of newly-made Kennedy pipes. With the help of the late Patrick Hennelly he got going on the pipes again but claimed that he never really “got back” properly. After a vacation in the sun of S. California Dave decided to settle there and had intended to retire from Irish music. That was not to be however and Dave fell in with an enthusiastic group of young players in the area and it seems he was a great influence there. John Tuohy now owns Dave's pipes and we played for a few hours that day. John played a fine version of 'Spailpin a Run’ which he learned from Dave. At the end of our visit Dave said "I’ll return to Ireland someday when I get another set of pipes. I’ll hit the road again and go off rambling". He finished with "Thanks lads. That's the best day I've had for years" Dave died on 8 April 1987, just about a week short of his 81st birthday.

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Dave Page was born in Dublin on April 17, 1906. While in his early twenties his father enrolled him in Leo Rowsome's piping school and purchased for him a set of Rowsome pipes. Although undoubtedly pleased with his son's piping advancements, Dave's father was apparently not at all pleased with the pipes themselves, a new full set pitched at or slightly above 'D'. Being accustomed to the sound of the older flat sets, his father contemptuously referred to these new pipes as a 'tin whistle'.

Classes were held once a week. Leo started his students with marches, later adding jigs, then set dances, hornpipes, and reels. Dave remembers that Leo put extra emphasis on the set dances, especially the 'Blackbird'. Dave recalls that Leo frequently turned down the students requests for new reels and bid them to practice the 'Blackbird', over and over. Leo's brother, Tom, occasionally filled in for Leo and was a great favorite because he was more easily persuaded to teach the students the reels and jigs they wanted (and were probably not ready for). Clearly an addicted young piper, Dave remembers practicing his chanter playing on pencils as he rode the bus to and from work.

Dave's progress as a piper must have been very fast. Within two years he was winning piping competitions and within 3 years he was playing with Rowsome in his piping quartet. Dave has always considered himself a strong air player, much of which he learned from his mother's singing around the house. One of the first competitions he won was for his air playing. He played 'Eamonn a' Chnuich (Ned of the Hill)' with full regulator accompaniment. Dave remembers the adjudicator telling him after the competition that he had to award him the prize, for he was clearly the best player, but that he played the pipes too much like an organ. With fifty years of hindsight Dave now feels that the objection was correct.

During this period Dave played for a short time in one of Rowsome's piping quartets. At the time the members of the quartet were Leo, Dave, Tom Rowsome, and Eddie Potts (Sean Potts' son). The band played a wide selection of music consisting of marches, airs, set dances, jig, reels and hornpipes. Leo provided much of the fancy regulator work and chanter harmonies while the other three players played the melody. At one point during each show Leo would leave the stage to prepare for his solo. While the three remaining players played a selection, Leo changed the reeds in his pipes replacing the stiffer, less damageable reeds that he used for group playing with thinner, more sensitive reeds that he preferred for his solo playing.

When Leo Rowsome left the Siamsa Gael Celidhe Band, Dave took his place. The band was 7-10 pieces with Dave on pipes, Tom Page (Dave's brother) on fiddle (and leader), Mrs. Sheridan on fiddle (Dave always calls her the queen of the Irish fiddlers), Mrs. Whelan on fiddle, Leo Malloy on piano, Billy Tighe on drums, Tommy Breen on piccolo, and other occasional fiddlers. The Siamsa Gael band was one of the two most popular ceilidhe bands in Dublin and they played at dances and concerts throughout Ireland. A typical band performance was both a concert and a dance. The evening started as a concert. The band played and the audience sat on the floor. Sometime during the concert Dave would perform a piping solo. He usually left the stage and took a seat among the audience so that the pipes could be better heard. One of the tunes he remembers playing often for this solo was Hartigan's Fancy (or Coppers and Brass). When the concert was finished the floor would be cleared and a long evening of dancing would begin, often lasting until morning. Dave has fond memories of the band playing the medley of 'Paddy on the Railroad/Peter Street/Devil's Dream/Mason's Apron'. Being aware that the last three tunes are in the key of 'A' and ill suited for the pipes I finally asked Dave why he remembered these tunes so fondly. His reply was that indeed there was no way he could play these tunes on the pipes, therefore it afforded him the opportunity to get off the stage and dance with a clear conscience. In fact, it was not uncommon for Dave to get in trouble for being on the dance floor when he was expected on the stage. His brother, Tom, fired him from the band at least once for this reason. The band provided Dave with his first experience with keyboard playing. During a dance, the piano player had helped himself to too much 'poteen' and was out of action. Responding to the crisis Mrs. Sheridan taught Dave a few chords on the piano and the fundamentals of 'vamping'. Dave became the piano player for the rest of the evening.

The Siamsa Gael Band made two 78 recordings with Dave. One was made in London on the Parlophone label, the other in Dublin on the Columbia label. Dave remembers playing 'The Burning Sands' (or 'The Road to the Isles ') and reel and jig medleys (possibly 'The Copperplate'/'The Salamanca' and 'Jacksons Morning Brush'/'Tobins'). At the first recording session the producer, upon finding that Dave played bagpipes, asked him sit at the other end of the room away from the band and the microphone. As the producer discovered that the Irish pipes were not quite as loud as the Scottish pipes Dave was slowly moved forward until he was sitting in front of the microphone with the rest of the band behind him. Much to Dave's regret he never kept copies of these 78's and has been unable locate any. (Please, if anyone should run across these recording please let him or myself know.)

In the late 1930s Dave gave up the pipes and took up the piano accordion. The pipes, at that time, were considered to be "old fashioned". During this time Dave and his wife, Bridgie, left Ireland and moved to London where they lived for 20 years. While in London Dave became quite proficient on the accordion.


While on vacation in the 1950s the Pages met a Polish couple from Chicago who convinced them that they would enjoy living in America. Shortly thereafter they lifted their roots and jobs and moved to Chicago. There they spent a year amongst the Polish-Americans before they discovered that a large Irish population lived in the city. In the late 50s Dave got back on the pipes. A man in Chicago had purchased a new set of Kennedy pipes for his daughter. His daughter decided she could not handle the pipes, and Dave was offered the pipes. Excited at the prospect of getting back to the pipes Dave made himself a case for his pipes (at the time he was doing leather work at a company that made brief cases, etc.) before he ever got the set. The excitement soon turned to disappointment when it appeared that 20 years off the pipes had taken its toll. He could do very little with the pipes. Fortunately it was more of a problem with the pipes than the piper. Chicago pipemaker Patrick Hennelly was able to overhaul the pipes and get them in working order. Hennelly's repair work was not always conventional. He originally set the pipes so that the drones sounded the notes D, A, and D. This sounded great in the key of D, but was not so great in G. At Dave's insistence, Hennelly set all the drones back to D. Dave did get back on the pipes although he never felt he really got his fingering back. He always blames that on the piano accordion. Dave was active in the Chicago Irish music community playing both pipes and accordion. Some of the musicians he played with were Tom McMahon (accordion, fiddle, and pipes under Dave's tutelage), Burt McMahon (banjo), and Joe Shannon (pipes).

In 1974 Dave and Bridgie vacationed in San Diego and decided they liked it enough to move there. Dave believed at that time he that he would be 'retiring' from the music. This retirement lasted several months until Dave went out, found some young people playing traditional American music in the streets, introduced himself, and was consequently introduced to others interested in the music. Actually it was a rather spectacular introduction. A pot luck dinner and dance was being held at the house I was living in for the musicians and dancers who had been participating in the weekly New England style dances held throughout the year. The players whom Dave had met in the streets, Pam Ostergren and Dave Brown, brought Dave and Bridgie along as their contribution to the party. That night we discovered that we knew many of the same tunes (that is Dave knew most of our tunes). Dave sat in with the band and a memorable evening was had by all.

From that time on, Dave has been an integral part of San Diego's traditional music culture and the cornerstone of the Irish music scene. People were showing up at his house in groups from 2 to 10 play and learn. Visits always consisted of new tunes (if we wanted to learn new music), old tunes (if we wanted to play), plenty of beer, and always, "a nice cup of tea" in the kitchen with Dave and Bridgie. I have some wonderful, wonderful, memories of those evenings. Demand for Dave's playing picked up and Dave played solo (which he didn't like doing) and whenever possible joined by his young friends as the resurrected Siamsa Gael Celidhe Band (consisting of Dave, Bruce Culbertson, and myself, and later Dave, lan Law, Judy Lipnick, and myself). Performances ranged from local Irish socials to folk festivals to Dave's appearance at the 1975 Smithsonian Folk Life festival in Washington D.C. In 1978, Dave decided that he was not playing his pipes as much as he should and rather than letting them sit he offered me the set and volunteered to teach me (proof that occasionally dreams come true). Although now officially "retired" from the music Dave still takes an active part in the music, occasionally joining us on his accordion, teaching us new tunes, offering us advice, and always improving the quality and the spirit of the music.


PLAYING STYLE

In general, Dave's piping is modeled after Leo Rowsome's, distinguished by open chanter playing and constant rhythmic regulator accompaniment. Visually, there is no doubt that you are watching a seasoned player when watching Dave play. He always manages to get the maximum music for the minimum amount of effort. His fingers always stay close to the chanter, although not as close as he would like them to be. He says that you should not be able to see the fingers lift off the chanter of a good chanter player. His bellows action is smooth and relaxed, and he manages to move his wrists around to reach all the regulators with ease. The chanter stays mostly on his knee although he does move it around to get to certain regulators. He has always used a popping valve on his chanter.

His basic regulator playing method is to sound the regulators on the offbeat in reels and hornpipes, and play them on the onbeat in jigs for the length of one quaver. This pattern will be embellished by holding down the regulators for a half or full measure (done most frequently at the beginning of a new part, the ending of a part or to emphasize a particularly strong chord change) or catching the onbeat as well as the offbeat on reels and hornpipes. Dave tends to play two (bass and baritone) or all three regulators using primarily the middle two rows occasionally dropping down to the bottom row.

Dave's chanter playing is very open in the bottom octave (with the exception of tight AC#A and BDB patterns) with a mix of open and closed playing in the upper octave. In the upper octave he will use tight fingering to separate repeated notes of the same value and execute triplet figures (F#GF#, EF#E). Dave places great importance in melody. His years of playing has taught him what notes belong in a tune and, perhaps more importantly, what notes and embellishments do not. Because of this Dave uses embellishments that enhance the melody and stays away from embellishments that obscure or simplify the melody. He uses graces (and to a lesser extent pats) extensively, particularly to accent the downbeat. He uses short rolls sparingly and long rolls hardly at all. An example of this nay be seen in his playing of Donnybrook Fair. In measure 1, where many players would use a long G roll and possibly a long A roll, Dave plays the melody preceding the GF#G figure and the AGA figures with grace notes. This type of embellishment creates a strong rhythmic lilt without removing any melodic detail from the tune. Another notable aspect of Dave's playing is his use of melodic embellishments. Instead of varying a tune with different graces and rolls Dave will often restructure a phrase melodically. Examples of these kind of variations may be found in the second 'A' part and second 'B' part of Donnybrook Fair.

Much else of his playing style applies to his accordion and whistle playing as well as his piping. His years of playing for dancers in Dublin, London, and Chicago has created a style with a relaxed tempo, a strong lilt, and faultless rhythm. Dave feels that he is a stronger air and jig player than a reel player. His repertoire is very large comprising many reels, many airs, most all of the common jigs, polkas, hornpipes, set dances, and popular waltzes. Dave never used the term polka to describe tunes such as the 'Rose Tree' or 'Maggie in the Woods'. He refers to them as simple reels, the ones the player would use for the dancing. Dave is a natural musician. He is one of those people you can hand a new instrument to and in a few minutes he will be playing a tune. He reads music, and on accordion can play a tune in any key. He is also quite skillful in backing up singers on his accordion. One other feature of his accordion playing which deserves mention is his beautiful air playing. This playing has to be heard to be appreciated.

Finally, mention should be made of Dave's attitude towards Irish music. Dave has no pretensions that Irish music should only be played by the Irish, or that it should even be played in an Irish style. At sessions, he always goes out of way to make sure that all players present get a chance to play. He rarely offers criticism or advice to a player. When criticism is extracted from Dave (this requires force) it can be extremely detailed. This is especially true of his teaching of airs. I remember trying to play back one of his airs one time and not getting more than three notes into the tune before being stopped and corrected on numerous points. It probably took forty-five minutes to work through eight measures of the music. Needless to say, the advice given was invaluable.