MacTalla Mor

MacTalla Mor

 New York City, New York, USA
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Celtic Radio Music Award Winner From Ceasars Palace Las Vegas to Pete Seeger's Clearwater Revival MacTalla Mor is "Celtic Music For the Masses" THE PIPES ARE CALLING - RESISTANCE IS FUTILE

Biography

Celtic Radio Music Award! "The New Colossus"

The Pipes Are Calling Resistance is Futile!

From Caesars Palace Las Vegas, Montreal, Central Park New York, and Pete Seegers Clearwater Revival to ABC, NBC, CBS and ESPN TV, Celtic Radios Music Award Winner MacTalla Mor Band, is taking America by Storm!

Gaelic for Great Echo, MacTalla Mor, is a hard driving band whose dynamic rhythms pack festivals with Earth Shaking, Ground Breaking Celtic Roots Music.

Jesse & Levon on Bagpipes, drums, flutes & whistles, mom Patty on Bodhoran & drums, MageErik on bass. 
This family band creates a Celtic-Roots musical extravaganza at festivals and concerts throughout North America.

Splendidly Eclectic
Dirty Linen Magazine

Hard Driving Powerful Celtic Roots Band
Boston Globe

Truly talented and captivating, extraordinary mix of Celtic Roots Rock and Traditional! WFUV

This unique family band Rocks WBAI Pacifica Radio

Hard Driving Powerful Celtic Roots Rock & Bagpipe Band. Beautiful Vocals. 5 Stars
Celtic Radio Music Award Celtic Radio

A Gem! Melts the Walls between genres. A Musical Treasure IMRW Magazine

Energetic, passionate, creative and powerful Luxury Experience Magazine
The family band MacTalla Mor stands alone as the supreme example of AmeriCelt Celtic Beat

One of the most enjoyable bands, two of the hottest young pipers, some of the most memorable moments in Celtic music. Irish American News

MacTalla Mor has it All Hartford Advocate

Fun, Astonishing Always Terrific. Champion Pipers Award Winning Gaelic Singers.
Emotion Filled Vocals. One of my Absolute Favorites. Highly Recommended! Celtic MP3 Magazine

Celtic Music for the Masses"
NEA, NEFA, CCT grant funding available.
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MacTalla Mo'r features acclaimed Great Highland Bagpiper Jesse MO' Ofgang of Metro NY's famed Kenmure PipeBand on Pipes, Whistles and Percussion, his sister Ilana Regina Ofgang on Piano and Vocals, his brother Levon Ofgang on Bagpipes, their mom Patty Devlin Ofgang on Bodhran and renowned musicians from around the world on Bass,Drums and Percussion.

Here is what the critics have said about this great Celtic Roots Band:
"An incredible band called MacTalla Mo'r is one hot musical ticket indeed! In the world of Celtic-Fusion, MacTalla reigns supreme. Their instrumentals grab you, move you and won't let you go." JG Celtic Beat Magazine
"What a gem! Mac-T is, hands-down, the most musical fun I've had in recent
memory....they melt the walls between genres with an absolutely unique lyrical and dynamic music. One comes away happy and energized. Most highly recommended." -IMRW Magazine

MacTalla Mor an exciting Celtic Band, is taking America by Storm!-Citzen News

"On Sunday Celtic rockers MacTalla Mo'r played the Connecticut Irish Festival. With a motto like "the Pipes are Calling -- Resistance is Futile," you know they have to be good. Their driving grooves have a way of packing the dance floor. Bagpipes,
drums, keyboards, bodhran -- these guys have it all. There's even a Magician. They bring a party vibe wherever they go.
Dan Barry -Hartford Advocate

MacTalla continues to headline at major Celtic Festivals, Schools, Colleges, Universities & Clubs along with Celtic greats like Eileen Ivers, Gaelic Storm, Altan, Black 47, Tommy Makem, Clann An Drumma, The Elders, Enter The Haggis and Cherish the Ladies. They are favorites at well known events such as the Round Hill Highland Games, the Great Irish Fair in Coney Island, Clearwater Festiva, Irish 2000, lThe the Newport and CT Festivals, Scotland Highland Festival, Grandfather Mountain, Caesars Palace LV, Slainte Festival, Pipes in the Valley, Central NY and Syracuse Highland Games, Whiskey Live Central Park's Tavern On the Green and the Towne Crier Cafe. They are always a crowd favorite and always asked back!

They've played for HBO TV, at Steinway and Carnegie Hall in NYC, along side greats
like Chick Corea, Tito Puente Big Band, Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels, Commander Cody, Levon Helm and performed at Command Performances for The Average White Band, Rolling Stone's Kieth Richards and Jose Felician and to rave reviews at major Music and Arts Venues and Celtic Festivals where they are often joined by Magicians and Gaelic dancers. Called "the best Celtic Fusion Band I've heard" by Irish critic Joe O'Shea, MacTalla Mo'r is quickly becoming one of the most talked about and sought after Celtic Bands on the scene.


Lyrics

No Makers Mark,Golden Door,USreggAe CD The New Colossus

Written By: Erik, Ilana, Jesse and Harry "DrO'

The New Colossus
No Makers Mark Part I and II

They were with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark the signs are posted everywhere they say no Makers Mark!

You see them on the subways and on the highest hill, they echo from the rooftops when one innocent is killed.

The greedy will keep coming the wicked here to stay but those who know the truth will surley find the way.

The trees they have all listened as man has told them lies. And birds have known since time began to leave the earth and fly.

And peace it is elusive while war it is the norm, a soldier’s blood is bitter but cannot calm the storm.

They were with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark the signs are posted everywhere they say no Makers Mark!

Some say it has no meaning, I say they cannot see, the signs he left are everywhere from sea to shinning sea.

Though greed it is pervasive and violence the norm one day there will be peace on earth it's written in the storm.

And death it will continue until we see the way, that killing never answered the questions of the day.

And peace it is elusive while war it is the norm, a soldiers blood is bitter but cannot calm the storm.

They were with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark, the signs are posted everywhere they say no Makers Mark!

We wonder why our children stare, walking in a daze and wonder why they grow to see life as just a maze.

But teachers speak with fork like tongues, and books are filled with crap, and schools are just like prison camps and tests are just a trap. Their bellies fill with powder white, their parents are the same. We jail those who smoke the earth but we're the ones with shame. We fill their life with little helpers given them by men, who work for those who’s only goal is driven by the yen.

No wonder why there's such despair, no wonder why they snare. We haven't taught them wisdom but rather shame and fear.

They were with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark, the signs are posted everywhere they say no Makers Mark!

While hatred it continues and evil sees no light it is our birthright and our need to stand up tall and fight!

Our enemies are mighty but easier to find, you see they have a weakness, it is that they are blind.

They cannot see the light of day they cannot hear the sound and so when all is said and done there's nothing to be found.

Don't tell me that you know the way while darkness shades the land. Instead just pick up what you can and lend a helping hand.

My people they are dying because you told them to, if death is what you look for be certain what you choose.

There is another answer, it's written in the wind the trees have known it all their lives but man can only sin.

And peace it is elusive while war it is the norm, a soldier’s blood is bitter but cannot calm the storm.

They were with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark, the signs are posted everywhere they say no Makers Mark!

A dagger strikes deep in the heart, a bullet hits its mark but even though the sword was built it had no makers mark!

In time there will be bridges built, in time the sun will shine, for now we can but watch and wait with fruit upon the vine.

In time we'll find the answers, in time we'll see the light for now we must content ourselves to help another’s plight.

To turn another cheek is fine, for those who really know but not for all the rest of us whose need it is to grow.

When lightening strikes above our heads and thunder fills our ears remember he who brought us here and calms our children’s fears.

And peace will be elusive and war will be the norm, a soldier’s blood is bitter but cannot calm the storm.

They were with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark the signs are posted everywhere they say no Makers Mark!

My father he did tell me to keep my head up high with enemies around me I can but fight or die.

The sound of war does echo high above the plains, the quilt is found in everyone who's greedy and insane.

We cannot suffer ignorance and cannot suffer hate for if we do the end is near, we'll find it is our fate.

And peace it is elusive while war it is the norm, a soldier’s blood is bitter but cannot calm the storm.

They were with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark you know the signs are everywhere they say no Makers Mark!

Each man he has the answer, it’s buried deep inside he cannot fight another’s war and hold onto his pride.

And death it is pervasive for rich and for the poor so why not make the best of it before we reach the shore.

For those who have no answer, for those who cannot see the truth is all around us from sea to shinning sea.

And peace will be elusive and war will be the norm, a soldier’s blood is bitter but cannot calm the storm.

They were with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark you know the signs are everywhere they say no Makers Mark!

While darkness clouds the lasting sun, and soot does fills our lungs. And those who seek the

Christmas Truce CD No Man's Land - Nina CD Piping Hot

Written By: Erik and Ilana

All across the western front
all across the cold black night
men are shivering from the cold
(men are shivering from the freight)

the clouds across the sky are black
the smoke from the barrell it chokes
the wounded ones with tears do pray
it's 1916 and there is no hope

it's 1916 in europe now
and time is passing o so slow
the pulse beneath the skin it throbs
a soldiers fear and grief must grow

the enemy is across the field
a cold black shadow across the sky
why is it then that men must unite
and then the next morn wake up to die

the men they pass the flask around
a nervous chuckle and a toast
lets live tonight by firelight
because tomorow I may be with a heavenly host

it's christmas eve and they remember
how different from last year this is
so lets sing a song of home and love
and pray to God that we might live

as song it travelled up with the smoke
we hear echoes from across the black
a hum of voices singing something
they don't sing like that when they attack

the language different but the meaning the same.

a look exchange across the fire
what difference does it make
and flames are growing a little higher
no man's land with flasks for a christmas cake

They put down their and guns and they get on there
feet and stand in no man's land. Tomorrow we may be
enemies, yesterday I tried to kill you, but let's
forget the war for tonight as we stand in no mans
land.

All across the western front
somehow we met in No Man's Land
in 1916 All soldiers sang
Goodwill to all and peace to man.

A Christmas truce in No mans land and the war it was
no more.

When the sun came up the next morning as dawn lit upon
the smoking fields, the generals cried for war once
more and said there be no more truces, they raised
there hands and at there cammand we charged into no
man's land.

Last night it seemed more like a dream as we fought
and we died and the wounded they cried,.

Chorus.

The years go past, the faces dim, the tones grow
faint, and so much of what was is gone, but I'll never
forget, no I"ll never forget, the night when the
singing of the Christmas songs (all instruements stop.
Ocapella voices singing at once) wrong louder, THEN
THE LOUDEST GUNS OF WAR.
© 2006 Hahnemann/MacTallaMor

Piping Hot CD
NINA (No Irish Need Apply)
1850 New York sign in every corner, irish are your parents, green tint in your blood,
I'm very sorry Paddy, better not apply here, 1850 New York, sign in every corner

Chorus: N I N A/ N I N A/ N I N A/ N I N A

they hung it up on brooklyn, on 5th ave, in every shop and storefront , every rich mans home
the stigma of a bigot, hangin in the window, Paddy's left there hangin, he gets hungry too

N I N A/ N I N A/ N I N A/ N I N A

No Irish Need Apply, No Irish Need Apply, No Irish Need Apply said No Irish Need Apply (repeat)
Chorus
liberty and justice, refuse from your teeming shores, the goal of the immigrant, the dream of Jefferson,
but if your name is Paddy, then that don't apply to you, your work's not wanted here, you better move along
Chorus
No Irish Need Apply...
Chorus
Paddy' there's no work the street's your only home the glass your only friend to hell with it anyway
guess I read the sign wrong, guess I heard it all wrong way back in the old country my welcome:
Chorus
'Old Ireland on the battlefield, a lasting fame has made, we all have heard of Meager's men and Corcoran's Brigade, though
fools may flout and bigot rave, fanatics they may cry, yet when they want good fighting men, the Irish may apply...'

No Irish need apply...
Chorus
© 2005 Hahnemann/MacTallaMor

Jacob's Ladder CD Jacob's Ladder

Written By: Erik

Flames shining bright in the darkest of nights, as they turn towards the light of the fire
Faces grow red as the hoses are fed, as they turn towards the light of the fire
Smoke bellows black as the water attacks, as they turn towards the light of the fire
September skies blue as the airplanes they flew, as they turn towards the light of the fire

Chorus 1:
Higher Higher Higher, Higher Higher Higher
God's angels ascended into heaven, gates wide open on 911
Higher Higher Higher, Higher Higher Higher
Chorus 2:
And they climbed Jacob's Ladder, they climbed higher and higher
and they climbed towards eternal fire, they climbed to a warrior's funeral pyre
they climbed up Jacob's Ladder, they climbed higher and higher
they climbed up Jacob's Ladder, they climbed up Jacob's ladder
Vs 2:
Ashes to ash and the memories they flash, as they turn towards the light of the fire
The metal will rust, so as dust to dust, they turn towards the light of the fire
A time and a place and a season for grace, as they turn towards the light of the fire
Though deep down they know that they cannot go home, as they turn towards the light of the fire

Chorus 1:
Higher Higher Higher, Higher Higher Higher
Climbing high on Jacob's Ladder, they would never return from fire
Higher Higher Higher, Higher Higher Higher

Chorus 2:
And they climbed Jacob's Ladder, they climbed higher and higher
and they climbed towards eternal fire, they climbed to a warrior's funeral pyre

Higher Higher Higher, Higher Higher Higher,
God's angels ascended into heaven, Gates wide open in 911
Higher Higher Higher, Higher Higher Higher,
Climbing High on Jacob's ladder, They would never return from fire
Higher Higher Higher, Higher Higher Higher
They climbed toward the eternal fire, to a warriors funeral pyre
Higher Higher Higher, Higher Higher Higher
© 2006 Hahnemann/MacTallaMor

Set List

mTm TOUR HIGHLIGHTS!
Caesars Palace Las Vegas
Pipes In The Valley
Grandfather Mountain Highland Games
Hunter Mountain International Celtic Festival
Long Island Scottish Games
Celebration of Celts
Round Hill Highland Games
Scotland Highland Festival
Whiskey Live Tavern on The Green NY
Tartan Week Grand Central Station NY
Brookhaven National Lab Concert
Long Island Irish Festival
Central New York Scottish Games
Kentucky Highland Games
Fairfield Co Irish Festival
Flora Macdonald Highland Games
CT Irish Festival
Coney Island Great Irish Fair
Greater Danbury Irish Festival
Hudson Valley Music Festival
Newport Waterfront Festival
Tartan Day Parade
St. Patrick’s Day Parade
ABC NBC CBS TV
N. Haven Gaelic Gala
Webatuck Fair
Gaelic American Club
Concert on the Green Music Series N. Mil
N. Haven Gaelic Football & Hurling Club
Irish American Home Society
Western Connecticut State University
Quinnipiac University
University of Hartford Int'l Festival
Meadow Hil