…there’s been a wee kinda Caledonian theme running through my Blog Post flow this week… purely coincidental, I can assure yeez… and I render no apologies for it… nor for the blatant indulgence in this particular missive… some of yeez are aware by now, that this ol’ Jurassic spent his latter teens living and WURKING amongst the good folks in God’s Country on the Scottish Hebridean island of Mull… one of the plethory of wonderful things that sojourn vested in me is a LUV of the pibroch… the solo piper, generally with a lament curled around the music… we Celts and Gaels are a sensitive lot underneath all that brawn and swagger… however, I cannot hear a solo piper without instantly reverting in my head to those six years spent on an island where the only thing yeez conversed with sum’times was the land itself… the solitary sense of peace… untouched by the madness of Mankind… the pibroch has all of that for me… the piece above is the haunting, lilting ‘Dark Island’, which I used to sing at ceilidhs on the island from time to time… they say when yeez get older, one of the only beautiful things yeez have left is nostalgia… I would hazard a guess it may be one of the only beautiful things yeez have regardless of yer age… I’ll leave yeez for a whilie now and go for a little reminiscent wander in among my hills and heather… hope yeez enjoy the music… coz… Scottish bagpipes… yeez either hate ‘em or LUV ‘em… there’s no in-between… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!…
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.,,, slainte! 🙂
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Sounded pretty good–albeit plaintiff– to my ears.
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…that’s what the pibroch is , m’Lady 🙂
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Thanks Seumas. I’m one of the lucky ones, I love the pipes. I often think if there was a Claymore handy there’s be trouble awa o’er the border.
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..right then,,, the job’s yours! 🙂
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Bagpipes make music for the soul.
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…they certainly do, m’Lady 🙂
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I love the skirl o’ the pipes in the hands of a skilled player. Stirs the blood, makes you want to dance or reach for a murderous weapon. Or both.
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…both pleasures combined … why not ? 🙂
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I’m partial to Irish píobaí uilleann. Scottish pipes arouse in me an overwhelming urge to commit axe murders.
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..I’ll gladly provide the axe, m’Lady, Christine … anything for a good tune and a good story ! 🙂
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Reblogged this on theowlladyblog.
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I love hearing bag pipes. There’s just something about them and there are no works to describe how I feel when I hear them. @v@
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..truly stirs the soul … 🙂 here’s another link you may enjoy
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Ah…raises all the wee hairs. Love it.
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…good stuff, m’Lady 🙂
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My dad is from Galicia, so another Celt connexion. And of course they play the pipes there too…
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…excellent.. so you’ll appreciate this stuff more than most , Olga 🙂
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I rather like the haunting skirl of the pipes and I love a pipe band, but I have to confess that I lack the stamina to listen indoors… Because the pipes are LOUD.
Cheers
MTM
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..true, but position that against the lone piper on the battlements of Edinburgh Castle at the Edinburgh Tattoo playing ‘Amazing Grace’…magic 🙂
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Yeh, that’s what I mean. Burns night indoors? Drifting across the breeze it’s very, very cool.
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LUV them!
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…:):):)
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