There use to be a bagpipe player in the neighborhood,
but I haven’t heard him play lately. I’m assuming he moved away. Either that,
or he gave it up. I liked listening to him practice. The sound carried up the
hill into my cabin. He usually practiced during the day. What he was playing
was indistinguishable. Bagpipe mumbo-jumbo of the official order. Who knows
what they’re playing, but it sounds good. It’s a commanding instrument. If you
walk into a room with a bagpipe heads are going to turn. And if you start to
play, even though nobody will know what you’re playing, people will be
interested for a song or two. It’s hard to hold an audience for more than that
with a bagpipe. You can’t do a bagpipe concert. They don’t hold. They wear on
you. They’re better suited for parades, where you can hear them coming and
going, and as they pass they sound beautiful.
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