It is a cold, gray day in Philadelphia, and the furnace in the drafty old Commodore Barry Club can push the temperature only to about 50 degrees F, but the musicians just button their overcoats tighter, blow on their hands and take out their instruments. After all, it isn't every day that so many of their kind -- 20, at least -- gather in one place. In a musical subculture so arcane that few even know it exists, this counts as a world-class event: the first East Coast Convention of Cumann na bPiobairi, the national Irish Pipers' Club -- and what...
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