I’m exhausted, you guys. It was a long day of singing, playing, drinking beer, and eating guacamole: the life of a pirate. A singing pirate. A Crimson Pirate.
The band grew out of a stunt show at the New York Renaissance Faire back in ’96. There have been different lineups over the years, but the current incarnation is a group of six. We’ve got unconventional but solid instrumentation (concertina, mandolin, ukulele, lots of percussion, cowbell) and tight arrangements with nicely layered harmonies. Our repertoire includes sea shanties, traditional Irish music, folk songs, and several original pieces. Yes…
… we do have CDs for sale. Seven of them, in fact. The most recent features my ukulele recording debut. I was terrified. It went just fine.
The group was born of Ren Faire, and it is at Faires we feel most at home. We’ve done shows in Texas, California, Wisconsin, Florida, and perform every autumn at the beautiful Maryland Renaissance Festival.
Parties, bar gigs, weddings, even a barge: we’ll gladly sing anywhere.
Why? Because it’s fun. None of us are doing this to get rich (though, reminder: our music is available for purchase. Makes a great Mother’s Day gift!). We’re doing it because we enjoy each others company. This is fun. And, if we rehearse at SnowWhiteLand**, there’s always guacamole, which is second only to oyster shooters in keeping a pirate singing.
I’m not an accomplished instrumentalist. I’m not a particularly gifted singer. I am, however, delighted to have the chance to make a bit of music in the company of excellent, much more talented folk. I mean, scalawags. Aarrrgh***!
**my humble abode. more on that on Day S.
*** that’s Pirate Speak for ‘like us on Facebook!’