Down at the pub |

Down at the pub

Paul E. Anna

This Tuesday past, a gaggle of pickers reconvened at the Double Dog Pub following a spring hiatus. And if the Gods are willing, the gathering will become a Tuesday tradition.Traditions in this town are becoming fewer and farther between, so it is great to find someplace casual, comfortable and affordable to hang one’s hat. The Double Dog, which opened this past winter below the Steak Pit, was written up in the current Food & Wine Magazine as a “where to go next” restaurant in Aspen. Cold brew on tap, tasty fish and chips, and live music provide all the necessary ingredients for a Tuesday tradition.The band, which goes by the obscure moniker Crowlin Ferlies, performs in a back corner of the Pub, below a plasma screen which, in deference to the band on this Tuesday, remained dark despite the gravity of the NBA Finals contest that flickered on the Double Dogs’ three other conveniently placed screens. Longtime local musicians Sandy Munro and Steve Johnson led the group, which played Celtic and Bluegrass tunes during their all-acoustic set. Other Crowlin Ferlies regulars on hand Tuesday included the multitalented Kory Krahle whose fiddle and occasional guitar accompany Munro’s mandolin and Johnson’s banjo, and bass player Trevor Mountjoy who provided the backbeat. But part of what made the evening so enjoyable was the eclectic mix of ringers who sat in for the session. The ever-lovely and artistically talented Tammy Lane provided life and lilt with her deft play of the flute and penny whistle. Paul Kovac, an enthusiastic violinist, juiced the proceedings on the Celtic portion of the program as the confirmed teetotaler pumped out intoxicating solos while seated under a portrait of a full martini glass. And the teenage George Meyer more than pulled his weight, playing his mandolin with a prodigious talent that belied his youthful appearance.Oh, and George was kind enough to let his father, Edgar, sit in for the last tune. Meyer, the senior, is arguably the greatest bass player of his generation. It was kind of like Albert Pujols’ son letting his dad bat in his Pony League game. To the Crowlin Ferlies’ credit, they did not let Edgar down and to Edgar’s credit, he fit right in, playing Trevor Mountjoy’s bass with just the right rhythm. The scene inside the Double Dog for this night was also just right. A man in a kilt bearing the Scottish colors sipped a Guinness as he tapped his foot lightly to the music. A private jet jockey watched the Heat beat the Maverick’s but stopped to politely applaud each song, and a pretty girl with bare feet hiked up her skirt and danced a jig on the concrete floor to the Celtic tunes.Hope to see you next Tuesday.

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