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Joe Reavy: Reflections on “a Great Run”

Irish musicians throughout the world are familiar with the music of Philadelphia’s Ed Reavy. That so many know his work is largely a tribute to his son, Joseph M. Reavy, 91, recipient of Mid-Atlantic Comhaltas Ceoltóirí Éireann’s Gradam Comaoine/Outstanding Contribution Award, conferred June 8 at the 2019 Mid-Atlantic Region’s Hall of Fame Banquet. It was Joe Reavy—a talented multi-instrumental musician in his own right—who collected and transcribed his father’s many tunes into a thick book of sheet music.

He is characteristically self-effacing when he talks about the project.

“I don’t want to put myself in the forefront,” he says. “This is my father’s music. I published it so people would know it. He had an unbelievable musical memory, but my father did not write out the music. Of course, I read music and so I did most of the work, unless it was very, very technical stuff, and then I would call on someone else to help with it. Musicians—especially among advocates and people who loved his music—welcomed this (compilation) because they could put it in front of other musicians who maybe didn’t know too much about Irish music. I spent two years’ time with my father; almost every week we worked on it.

“It was just wonderful working with him. I learned so much. Even though he didn’t know how to write out the music, he knew how to talk about music. He had the greatest memory for tunes.” Continue Reading

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A Night of Reavy Tunes

Laura Byrne Egan plays a tune.

Laura Byrne Egan plays a tune.

“Hunter’s House,” “Munster Grass” … and the Ed Reavy tunes just flowed in a recent Irish Center concert by singer-guitarist Pat Egan, flutist Laura Byrne Egan and fiddler Jim Eagan.

Ed Reavy Jr. introduced the trio (and occasionally chipped in some editorial comments and stories during the performance). It was all a fitting tribute to Philly’s prolific “plumber of hornpipes.”

It wasn’t all Reavy, of course, and the three Baltimore musicians tossed in some lovely instrumentals and songs like “So Do I.”

We have some photos and a bunch of videos from the concert. Check ’em out.

  • Videos:
  • “The Orchard”
    http://www.irishphiladelphia.com/video/orchard

    “So Do I”
    http://www.irishphiladelphia.com/video/sodoi

    A Set of Reels
    http://www.irishphiladelphia.com/eganeganeaganreels

    The Wounded Hussar
    http://www.irishphiladelphia.com/video/woundedhussar

    Another Set of Reels
    http://www.irishphiladelphia.com/eganeganeaganmorereels

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    A Musical Tribute

    Ed Jr. and Joe Reavy join in the tribute to their father.

    Ed Jr. and Joe Reavy join in the tribute to their father.

    It wasn’t Ed Reavy’s house in the old West Philadelphia neighborhood known as Corktown. Ah, but if you closed your eyes and just listened—to be caught up in the swirling reels, hornpipes and jigs, the rhythmic stomping of shoes against the Irish Center’s hardwood floor, and the background chatter of the folks at the bar—you could imagine what a house party at the Reavy home on Haverford Avenue might been like. At least, the four talented Baltimore-area musicians who visited Philly on Saturday night to pay a musical tribute to the late fiddler and composer tried hard to make it feel that way.

    Jim Eagan on fiddle, banjo player Peter Fitzgerald, guitarist Andy Thurston, and Myron Bretholz on bodhran did the honors. Starting early in the evening, they treated the audience in the jammed Fireplace Room to one set of tunes after another, most of them composed or arranged by Reavy—including many of the hornpipes for which the man is justly famous.

    Born in the village of Barnagrove in County Cavan, Reavy came to Philadelphia with his parents in 1912. He clearly brought the music and the tradition with him, and he took great delight in passing it along.

    His sons Joe and Ed Jr. also were on hand for the occasion—adding a nice note of continuity to the evening. Joe—praised by Mick Moloney as “the single biggest force in the popularization of his father’s music”—introduced the second half with his own tribute. The elder Reavy became a one-man tune machine after arriving in the States. He had hundreds of tunes filed away in his memory bank. Joe Reavy took note of his father’s extraordinary talent, saying that, here in Philadelphia, “he experienced an eipiphany and this great gift became Ireland’s treasure. It is our privilege to be of his lineage. No children could be more blessed than havng been born of Ed and Delia Reavy.”

    Our treasure, too.

    You can share it here. Take a look at our photo essay.

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    His Life Was Music and Family

    Ed Reavy Sr. and Andy McGann at the Irish Center in the '50s.

    Ed Reavy Sr. and Andy McGann at the Irish Center in the '50s.

    After publishing the Ed Reavy Sr. song book in 1980, the famed composer’s sons, Joe and Ed Jr., sat down with him after a reception in his honor at Cheltenham High School, where a popular ceili band of the time, the Taproom Band, played some of the hundreds of tunes Reavy had written.

    “We asked him if he could come up with 100 traditional Irish tunes that were good for listening and for dancing, some that were easy to play and others that were more difficult,” recalls Ed Reavy Jr.

    It seemed like a logical request. The elder Reavy, now considered one of the most important composers of Irish traditional music, was known for his computer-like memory for songs. “We had people from all over the world come to Ed Reavy’s house, not to listen to his latest composition, but because he was the greatest man in the world to have in a session,” says Ed. “His musical recall was unbelievable. He would start on a tune, and you’d hear a musician sputter, ‘Ed, how did you bring that up? I haven’t played that since I was 16,’ and he’d say, ‘Oh, I play it every once in a while.’ There was never a point in the session if Ed Reavy was there that he couldn’t plug in a tune or a set of tunes. One would remind him of another, a sister tune or something from the same era. That would charm the musicians in the session and that’s why they flocked to Ed Reavy’s house.”

    So it shouldn’t have been hard for the man from Cavan to produce 100 songs, even with all the parameters set by his sons. But two and a half months later, their father still hadn’t mentioned it. “I was working with him in his plumbing business at the time,” recalls Ed. “We were tearing out an old galvanized pipe in the home of one of his fiddler friends, and I asked him, ‘Dad, are you done with those 100 tunes?’ and he said, ‘No, I’m still working on it.’ I said, ‘Dad, a hundred tunes should be a piece of cake.’ And he said, ‘Eddie, you don’t understand. Five hundred tunes is a piece of cake. One hundred is not.’ He had to whittle down the 100 tunes we wanted from 500 tunes he had in his head. Amazing, and he was in his 70s at the time.”

    Weeks later, he brought his sons a marble copybook with eleven pages, both sides, filled with tunes. “He threw the book down in front of me on the desk and said, ‘Here’s the cursed thing and I never want anything to do with it in the future!’ I told him, ‘put some of yours in there,’ tunes he loved, and he did include about 7 of his own songs. But the thing was driving him crazy.”

    When Ed Reavy Sr. arrived in the US as a teenager in 1912, it’s hard to know how many songs he carried with him in his head. He settled in the part of West Philadelphia then known as Corktown, because of the many Irish immigrants who lived there. It was a serendipitous place for a musician to land because, no matter where in Ireland people came from—Mayo, Donegal, Cavan—there were the old traditional tunes to bind them and give them solace so far from home. St. Agatha’s Parish Hall is where the music lived and thrived, as well as in the local taverns, private clubs, and ubiquitous house parties.

    Reavy may have been inspired early on, but he didn’t begin composing himself until the 1930s. Over 40 years, he became one of the most prolific creators of Irish traditional tunes, each one so uniquely handcrafted that defining an “Ed Reavy tune” is nearly impossible. “Louis Quinn, the famed promoter and fiddler, was once asked, ‘How can you tell an Ed Reavy tune,’” says Ed. “Well, he rubbed his chin like he did, and said, ‘That’s a loaded question. Let me put it this way, if a tune does not have a good melody, an original good melody, and if it doesn’t have rolls and runs and triplets and double stops that are actually part of the tune, not ornamentation, and it doesn’t play from the E to G string, it’s probably not an Ed Reavy tune.’”

    If you’re a musician, you probably got that. But if you’re not, like me, that’s a little too “inside baseball.” So I asked Ed what he meant. “Always something new every time was what he was after,” he explained. “He often commented that the basic problem with Irish traditional music is that it’s played on the first two strings of the fiddle and none of his tunes played on just the first two strings of the fiddle. He felt strongly about that and it’s reflected in the tunes he composed. He composed in keys no one else composed in, and would sometimes change keys in the middle of a tune.”

    In these modern times, when surveys reveal the greatest goals of American children is “fame and fortune,” you might think that Ed Reavy Sr. was a fortunate man. Though there’s generally little money in traditional music, he certainly experienced fame in his lifetime. His tunes were played in sessions all over the world, and his recordings—homemade and otherwise—aired on Irish radio programs both here and in Ireland, turning them quickly into standards.

    But it didn’t much matter to Reavy. “He was very humble, he was so humble to the point that he was a pain in the ass,” laughs his son. “He was the kind of a guy who would stand in the back of the room and not blow his own horn. I would say, ‘For God’s sake, Dad. Let people know what you’ve done.’ And he would say, ‘Oh Eddie, you know that’s sinful.’ He was a very devout man, very devoted to his Catholic faith. He was really a living saint. And I would say, ‘Well, you’ve got a lot of sinful people composing garbage and pushing it on us.”And he would say, ‘Well, that’s true, Eddie, that’s true.’”

    It was still impossible to compliment him. “I remember that he thought (Limerick-born fiddler and noted music teacher) Martin Mulvihill was a genius because he taught so many champions,” recalls Ed. “ Martin loved Dad’s composition, ‘Munster Grass,’ the hornpipe. He said it was the greatest hornpipe ever written. And Dad said, ‘That’s not true. Martin just says that because it suits his style of playing so beautifully.’ That’s just the way he was.”

    He was also a man who loved two things more than anything, says his son. “Music and family—that’s all he ever thought about.”

    You can meet some of Ed Reavy’s family, and hear his music played by a group of talented trad musicians, on Saturday, January 20, at 8 PM at the Irish Center in Mt. Airy. See our calendar for more details.

    To learn more about Ed Reavy Sr., go to the Web site of the Reavy Foundation, where there are CDs, videos, and song books for sale.

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    Let Ed Reavy Jr. Tell You a Story Or Two

    If Ed Reavy Jr. ever says to you, “Let me tell you a story,” grab a cuppa, pull up a chair, and prepare to listen.

    Reavy is not unlike his father, the legendary hornpipe king of Cavan and Philadelphia, who, session legend has it, could fiddle without stopping all night because one tune always reminded him of another. The younger Reavy can’t tell a story without it bringing up another and then another. If you have the time, it’s a delightful cascade of funny, poignant tales of a life steeped in music, humor, and love.

    We were talking the other day (well, he talked, I listened) about the upcoming Ed Reavy Sr. tribute, scheduled for January 19 at the Irish Center in Mt. Airy. Fiddler Jim Eagan, who has recorded a CD of the elder Reavy’s tunes, will be joined by banjo player Peter Fitzgerald, bodhran player Myron Bretholz, and guitarist Andy Thurston in this tribute to the plumber from Cavan who began composing in the 1930s in Philadelphia. Reavy’s traditional tunes, mostly hornpipes, are now played worldwide by everyone from mediocre session players to top trad performers like Eagan, John Carty, Maeve Donnelly, Liz Carroll, Mick Moloney, and many others. (Carroll and fiddle virtuoso Eileen Ivers played Reavy tunes when they won their All-Irelands.)

    Ed recalled the first time he met Jim Eagan, a tale that morphed into the back story of one of his father’s “lesser” compositions, “Hughie’s Cap” and a recounting of how his brother Joe’s unceasing dedication and sacrifice saved their father’s music. The story starts with a phone call from bodhran master Myron Bretholz, asking if he and Eagan could talk to Ed and his brother, Joe, about recording a CD of Reavy songs. But, here, let Ed tell it:

    “Jimmy came sat in my livingroom and we said, ‘What are you going to play for us? And he said, ‘I can play anything you want.’ I looked at my brother Joe and Joe looked at me. We asked, ‘Don’t you have tunes you already learned to play?’ He said, ‘No, I read them out of the song book.’ So I said, ‘How about playing Kipeen Scanlan’s Horpipe,’ which is my favorite and the most famous Ed Reavy hornpipe in Cavan town. So he opened to book and played it perfectly. We asked him to play Never Was Piping So Gay, and he played that one just about perfectly. After that, he played 8 or 10 more tunes out of the book. Then he said, ‘I also like Hughie’s Cap.’ Well, Joe and I laughed. We thought it was among the least of Dad’s tunes. But we’d heard Seamus Egan and Solas play it, the North American Scottish fiddle champ had put it on his CD, and John Carty of Ireland came up with it as one of his signature tunes. When I met John at the Irish Center, I asked him about it. ‘Hughie’s Cap,’ he said”—here, Reavy shifts into an Irish accent—“’Aw, that’s an awesome piece of music.’ I said, ‘Jesus, John, I don’t believe it. Here, let me tell you a story.’”

    This next story takes us back decades, when Philadelphia was an even more Irish city than it is today, and you could go to a house party—where they invited local musicians and pushed the furniture aside for dancing–just about every weekend. Let Ed pick it up again:

    “Dad played at house parties all the time. He played in Grays Ferry many many times with John McGettigan, a singer and a bit of a fiddle player. At every house party in Grays Ferry, Hughie McCorkle was invited. Now, he looked for every inch of him a club fighter. He had the pug ears, the flat nose and no hair at all, and he wore this old cap pulled down over his brow. Whenever there was a question of a quarrel or a fight in Grays Ferry, Hughie was there to stick his head in to say”—Reavy raises his voice—“’What’s the problem here?’ and the problem would go away.”

    During one house party, a shoving match broke out on the porch. The owner of the house called to a young man at the party. “Go down to the cellar and get Hughie.”

    “That’s where the booze was,” Reavy explains. “By God, though, when Hughie came up he didn’t have his cap on, so he didn’t look as menacing. So the owner calls to the boy, ‘Hey kid, run down and tell Annie to give you Hughie’s cap. It’s an emergency.’ So Hughie put on the cap, went out to the porch and said”—Reavy’s voice gets loud again—“’What’s the problem here?’ And then the fight broke up. Joe and I always said that the best thing about the tune was the story.”

    Ed and I were both laughing, and it occurred to me that the story he was telling was his Dad’s story, passed down, like the music, to generations. But if it hadn’t been for Ed’s brother, Joe, Ed Reavy’s music might not have been passed down credited to Ed Reavy. Perhaps the finest tribute to his tunes is that they sound like they’ve been handed from one musician to another for centuries, like folklore, so they’re sometimes still found attributed to “anonymous” or, worse, to other composers. “By other noted composers,” Ed adds.

    It’s understandable. With the advent of faster, cheaper travel between the US and Ireland and better recording devices (Reavy recorded his own records on a “monstrous” recorder “with about 150 tubes in it” at home, says his son), Reavy’s hornpipes and reels easily made the transatlantic crossing in the ’40s and ’50s. Ed recalls sometimes having to sleep on the floor to accommodate an Irish musician who’d come to Philadelphia to meet with the composer of “Reavy’s tunes,” as they were often called. And fiddler and promoter Louis Quinn, an Armagh man from New York, often brought Reavy recordings to Ireland, where they quickly became part of performers’ repetoires and session staples and were played on Radio Eireann. As Mick Moloney once wrote, the Reavy tunes were happily “adopted,” but in some cases, since they weren’t written down, took on the name of their adoptive “parents.”

    But in the 1960s, Joe Reavy began transcribing and annotating his father’s music, not only from the homemade 78s, but from the elder Reavy’s head. It took him seven years, but Joe, who graduated from Penn, eventually produced the first Ed Reavy Sr. songbook, the one that Jim Eagan played from in Ed Reavy Jr.’s livingroom. “No one really knows what that man did for his father’s music,” says Ed admiringly. “He has a disabled daughter, so it was a terrible sacrifice for him and for his wife. I don’t know how he did it, but his wife insisted that he do it.”

    Then there were the ones that got away. “Let me tell you another story,” Ed said. “Yes, please,” I answered.

    “Before I went back to college I worked with my father in his plumbing and heating business. Every Wednesday I would stay over and work on estimates and bills at an old desk , one of those where the center portion pulled up and a typewriter would come up with it. Dad insisted on doing all the typing, which he did with three fingers on both hands. There was a stack of homemade recordings in the corner of the desk against the wall. It was at least 10 inches high. I had never really noticed them until one night, when he was typing, the vibrations caused them to fall into the typewriter well. He reached in a put them back in the corner, then went on typing. Well, they fell down again, so he took the whole batch and threw them in the wastebasket. I asked him why he did that. He said, ‘They’re getting on my nerves and they’re just barn dances.’ I didn’t know he was composing barn dances (a type of Irish tune). So I asked him again why he threw them away. He said, ‘You know, Eddie, I give a tune an hour, and if I can’t do anything with it, I discard it. I won’t discard it if I like the melody, and if I like the melody, I make a barn dance out of it. Now Eddie, barn dances are here today and gone tomorrow and no one cares who composes them.’

    “Well, I’m a dancer,” says Ed Reavy, Jr, who has the enviably slim build to prove it . “So you would think I would have reached into that wastebasket and pulled those records out. But I didn’t. I still don’t know to this day why I didn’t. If I had, we would have had a whole book of Ed Reavy barn dances today.”