Thanks, Eddie.
I may be some time.
Am I in time?
Hello, good evening and welcome to this Hogmanay party with the
Geary Blend.
My name is John Dunklson.
My great pleasure to introduce you to this evening of music, dance and song here at Petodory
House Hotel.
Well, as well as the music, song and dance, we've also got lots of guests who are going
to surprise us with their talents a little bit later on in the program.
But now it's time to meet the band and on accordion, leader Charlie Essen.
On the fiddle, and he's not even a local counselor, we've got Willie Kalman, also doubles on double
bass and plays the glockenspiel.
Does your mother know that?
On the piano, we've got Anne McCord and a sober upright citizen on the drums, Robbie
Mill.
Now they're a great band and a lot of people will tell you that the great old days of the
Kali programs are long since gone, but that isn't true.
These guys are really steeped in the tradition and I can guarantee you that not a drop of
it is less than 12 years old.
Anyway, let's start as we mean to go on, spring into action with a Boston two-step that tunes
McGinty's Meal and Ale, Lassie come and dance with me and appropriately enough to start
with Come to the Kali.
Come to the Kali.
Well, that's Charlie and the boys kicking things off with the Boston Two-Step.
And since this bunch are obviously gluttons for punishment and belief in the old Mae West
tale that you can never have too much of a good thing, we're going to get them to do it all over again.
But this time in the company of two venerable antiques, the Irish washerwoman and granny's old armchair.
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I went to you and found you in a chair
Then I did my thing there
And so I did my thing
And in the name I took the chair away
The girl at the lap
My sister at the top
Said you'd find a better hand someday
When you said goodbye to me
Are you going to be away?
You'll find a better hand, I declared
And on that busting night when the fire burns bright
You could sit in your own little chair
Oh, how they deserve, how they are charmed
How, my brother and my sister, we laugh
When they are heard, when I declare
Your granny has left you here on the human chair
Now the big chair fell down
I looked at up, I found
My sister falling off upon the floor
And to my surprise, before my very eyes
They noticed 40,000 times or more
When my brother heard me miss
The fellow I confess
With me in the magic region, to his head
And soon the night is done
Society rather jump
What do they ever do, they are all they are charmed
Oh, how they deserve, how they are charmed
How, my brother and my sister, we laugh
When they are heard, when I declare
Your granny has left you here on the human chair
Oh, how they deserve, how they are charmed
How, my brother and my sister, we laugh
When they are heard, when I declare
Your granny has left you here on the human chair
Well, a double helping of the Boston Two Step there.
And now it's time to meet our first guest of the evening.
You may have noticed over the last few years
that some weird and wonderful instruments
have joined the lineup of Scottish country dance bands
and that some of them say Glockenspiel.
Anyway, despite all that, the accordion is still king
and tonight we've got a very special guest
who's going to be singing the
The Last Supper of the Night.
And he's going to be singing the
The Last Supper of the Night.
Anyway, despite all that, the accordion is still king
and tonight we've got one of the princes of the accordion.
So put your hands together, ladies and gentlemen,
and welcome Charlie Abell and the Jacqueline Waltz.
The Last Supper of the Night.
The Last Supper of the Night.
The Last Supper of the Night.
The Last Supper of the Night.
The Last Supper of the Night.
The Last Supper of the Night.
You know, situated here as we are in the northeast of Scotland
with the oil industry right on our doorstep,
we play host and very gladly to to nationalities
from all over the world.
They come here to work, but sometimes they go out to play
and occasionally they might end up at a cale like this.
Totally mystified, but you can be sure that by the end of the evening
they will have learnt at least one dance.
And you can bet your bottom dollar or any other currency you like
that they will never, ever forget their first Gay Gordons.
The Last Supper of the Night.
The Last Supper of the Night.
The Last Supper of the Night.
The Last Supper of the Night.
The Last Supper of the Night.
The Last Supper of the Night.
The Last Supper of the Night.
Well, this is the part of the program where the band gets the chance
to take a wee breather or whatever it is they're hiding in their sporens
and we get the chance to meet our next guest.
Well, I say next guest, but in fact our singer Craig Pike is between engagements
and he's helping out behind the round bar here at Petardrey House Hotel.
Barmen traditionally of course are the ears to all the woes and wails
of their poor suffering customers, but this being Petardrey House
where things are a little different, it's the barman who's got the problem.
The Last Supper of the Night.
Now many, many years ago when I was twenty-three
I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be
This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red
My father fell in love with her and soon the two were wed
This made my dad, my son-in-law, wish change my very life
For my daughter was my mother cause she was my father's wife
To complicate the matter even though it brought great joy
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy
My little baby now became a brother-in-law to dad
And so became my uncle though it made me very sad
For if he was my uncle then that also makes him brother
Of the widow's grown-up daughter who of course was my stepmother
Father's wife now had a son who kept them on the run
He became my grandchild for he was my daughter's son
My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue
For although she is my wife she's my grandmother too
Now if my wife is my grandmother then I'm her grandchild
Every time I think of it it nearly drives me wild
For I want to have become the strangest case you've ever saw
As husband of my grandmother I am my own grandpa
Oh I'm my own grandpa
I'm my own grandpa
It sounds funny I know but it really is so
Oh I'm my own grandpa
Yes I'm my own grandpa
I'm my own grandpa
It sounds funny I know but it really is so
Oh I'm my own grandpa
You know one of the fascinating things about Celtic music is that there's a school that says that the bagpipes aren't in fact a Scottish instrument.
Apparently they were gifted to us 900 years ago by the Irish and apparently the Irish are still mystified as to why we haven't seen the joke.
But anyway we've got some good things from Ireland, particularly the tunes, we've got three of the best now in The Pride of Erin Waltz.
The Pride of Erin Waltz
The Pride of Erin Waltz
The Pride of Erin Waltz
The Pride of Erin Waltz
The Pride of Erin Waltz
The Pride of Erin Waltz
The Pride of Erin Waltz
The Pride of Erin Waltz
The Pride of Erin Waltz
The Pride of Erin Waltz
The Pride of Erin Waltz
Well now it's time to meet our next guest and since she's a piper I'm beginning to regret that last crack about pipes.
Cover by Andre
Pamela Smith there finishing her set with a banjo breakdown.
I can tell you from personal experience as a banjo player that it's hard enough to do
on that instrument without trying to transfer it to the pipes.
But anyway, this lazy lot are going to get another rest now because we're going to see
some real dancing.
It's a musical antirpsicorial.
It just means dancing.
Salute to Burns.
The tunes are a man's a man for all that.
Duncan Gray and starting off with Scott's Wahey.
Here we are.
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to romance, alas, than with a Scottish waltz.
Now we're going to meet again with our accordionist Charlie Abel and an up tempo session this time.
A medley which includes the fairy dance, Mrs McLeod of Rassy, the barmaid and to start we'll finish with the deal among the tailors.
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