You have reached the newly-redesigned "museum" site of Barghest, a defunct band from UCLA that specialized in Irish traditional music.

Barghest has not met more than once in the past six months, so I do believe that we might officially be considered "defunct," at least for the foreseeable future. My apologies to all.

— Andrew

Ian, Paula, Andrew and I busked this afternoon in Old Town Pasadena for maybe an hour and a half. Between switching to the south side of Colorado Blvd, bandage issues, bathroom breaks, and running to refill the meter where my car was parked, it was a very eventful time. After we finished playing we went and got coffee and made fun of Anuna. Good times.

Well, we're about to head off to the Sebastopol Celtic Music Festival. Did I mention that mid-September has become one of my favorite times of the year? I honestly can't wait to get there and just PLAY!

I think that, when I get home, I'm going to write a petition to UCLA's facilities service to allow us to hold a once-a-week intermediate session on campus. How neat would that be?

Hi, I’m Barghest's squeaky flutist. Most of the stuff here will be band-related, I’m guessing. Well, that and silly inside jokes revolving around pirates and the ubiquity of larks.

— Liz

Ian, Liz, Paula, and I busked the late evening away on a streetcorner outside of Tiffany's. No photographs are available, so you’ll have to take our word that it was a very fun experience. We've improved a lot since our last Old Town Pasadena busking endeavor (11 March 2006). Soon we'll hopefully have Sean down in Los Angeles to join us!

— Andrew

So, here is my obligatory first post. I think we're going to be playing in Old Town tonight and that would be quite exciting!

— Ian

So I will introduce myself: I am Paula, one of Barghest's fiddlers. I enjoy reading and chocolatey coffee. I will post about our busking sometimes, or our performances.

— Paula

The guys couldn't come (that's Andrew and Ian) so Liz and I busked by our lonesomes for an hour and a half or so. Vicky came, too, for moral support. We made nineteen dollars (just about, give or take a little). People were quite nice. At the middle, some people with a baby carriage with two little boys in it stopped and watched us a good while, and gave us four dollars. Then came a guy who insisted that we "stop standing around and play something." We played him Morrison's (again — Liz was getting right sick of it, she said) and he tapped the time. It was nice of him though to listen.

We performed in the play O'Bruins, written by Annie Oakley of the UCLA club Erin Go Bragh.

— Andrew