Floyd started playing Celtic music about six months ago after retiring from being the chief engineer on a heavy freight train running between Galveston and Montreal.  His deft fingers on the control panel play a key part in his ability to pluck his way about the cittern and bouzouki.  His initial interest in bouzouki came about because he couldn't spell it.  His dulcit tones are strengthen by years of yelling "More coal!" to lazy coal shovelers.  His dream is to move from cittern to steel drum and become a Jamaican drummer on a beach somewhere.

 

Sarah cultivated her love of Irish music while in the Convent of St. Mary Meade in San Bernadino, California.  She also developed a healthy love of potted plants. Discovering that her voice could no longer be contained to "How Great Thou Art" she explored a variety of musical forms.  After being caught singing hip-hop tunes in the sanctuary, the Mother Superior sent her packing.  Her wanderings took her to Montreal where she met Floyd on the passenger car he was taking to Chicago.  Inseparable ever since, their music will endure forever.

Leah's dedication to Celtic music came about one morning while she was preparing breakfast for her family when she experienced the miracle and her toaster turned into a 12-string guitar. Sure that this was a sign that she was destined to dedicate her life to music, she spent night and day practicing the guitar until she developed a set of painful callouses, at which time she discovered her beautiful singing voice. (OK, the first instance of it was more of a screech than a melody, but she developed it quickly.) She met Floyd and Sarah one afternoon by chance at a local pharmacy (where Floyd was refilling his psych meds) and the three of them quickly became friends and inseparable (which often causes a few complications with their family lives).