When I was in H.S., one of the teachers used to slow-march in full Scottish kit in the early morning behind the school, pipes wailing away. Ever since, I’ve wanted to learn the pipes. I’m part Scottish, so it could be in my blood.
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...my grandmother would have loved to have seen me in a kilt before she died. She was German. My grandfather was Scottish.
Seems like something I should do!
Am gonna give up on this for a while now, am happily and steadily learning piano according, occupies my musical intelligence quota…
I’ve had a lovely little Rosewood Practice Chanter for nearly a YEAR now (bought it for myself for my 21st) and still never showed up to a single FREE lesson that I was offered… GRRRRR! Now I’m hopefully of to Scotland, so NO excuses! :)



