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Baile Ard
Seumas' first solo CD containing a mix of traditional and original songs in Scottish
  • Cover of Prophecy and Blessing
Prophecy and Blessing
Seumas was a founding member of Wicked Celts, who were active in the mid 1990s in Seattle



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My Story So Far

1944: The Heritage

Mom was born and raised in Cleethorpes, England. She grew up without much and went into the Royal Air Force during World War II to escape the grinding poverty of her youth. Dad was born in Sault Saint Marie, Ontario. His family emigrated to Minneapolis for work when he was young. He studied violin with the concert master of the Minneapolis Symphony until the Great Depression, when like so many, he had to give up all non-essential expenses and help support his family. He never quite gave up on music, though, and continued to play where and when he could.

1966: Growing Up in Little Norway

My childhood in Poulsbo was about as exciting as you might imagine. The town's (then) vibrant Norwegian cultural heritage was interesting and engaging and I came close to joining Leikarringen, the local Scandinavian youth dance group, but I quit just before making the final commitment of having a bunad sewn for me by the ladies of Fun With Fabrics just down the street from the Sons of Norway.

1984: Cornish College of the Arts

At the end of high school, I was faced with a difficult choice. Do I just try to get a job? Get a college degree in some marketable area? Both thoughts made me queasy, so with encouragement from my peers and family, I decided to get a degree in music.

Back in the last century, there was no such thing as getting a degree in traditional music, so I went to Cornish in Seattle and studied classical harp performance, with a bit of composition and voice on the side.

1991: Wicked Celts

After a lengthy break from music spent trying to fit in to the non-profit corporate culture of the student lending world, I was pulled back into the traditional music scene when my dear friend Síle Harris lent me her Jack Yule clársach for a couple of years.

1994: Slighe nan Gaidheal

My Gaelic class with Rich Hill didn't go as planned. Rich was charming, funny, a great singer, and a great teacher. Everything I learned made me want to get more; go deeper. The composition of the class shifted a few times after I started until just the right combination slipped into place.

Together we organized Gaelic weekends, brought in guest teachers from Vancouver BC and gathered a large crowd of musicians and Scottish enthusiasts. The raw materials were assembled; time to ignite the reactor.

It wasn't just a féis we were going through