tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post5913412039015100699..comments2024-03-18T10:29:46.055+00:00Comments on Ken Armstrong Writing Stuff: In Among all of the FleadhKen Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-63307917500485301132015-11-07T11:23:10.281+00:002015-11-07T11:23:10.281+00:00I suppose our equivalent would be World Pipe Band ...I suppose our equivalent would be World Pipe Band Championships or maybe Celtic Connections. Carrie and I went to the pipe festival once when we were living in the Gorbals and the championship was just across the river. I have, I have to say, no great love for the skreels and drones of the bagpipes—they lost any charm they might’ve held for me many years ago—and yet there was something compelling about seeing so many pipers in one place, an unexpected power like when you hear a symphony orchestra perform a piece of music you thought you knew well from listening to LPs and tapes at home. I’ve really not been to nearly enough live events in my life and it’s something I regret, maybe eight classical concerts, probably about the same number of plays, one rock concert and the aforementioned pipe bands. I was in a small pub once where there was a band that played a couple of Cult covers: ‘She Sells Sanctuary’ and ‘Rain’. They were good and very loud. I immediately went out and bought Love. Street musicians, of course, are commonplace in Glasgow and I’ll have seen more buskers than anything else. Not too many pipers in Glasgow for some reason—they were commonplace in Edinburgh the last time I was there but that was nearly twenty years ago and maybe they’ve all vanished from there too—but I can’t say I miss them. Much rather hear someone murdering ‘Wish You Were Here’. <br />Jim Murdochhttp://jim-murdoch.blogspot.ie/noreply@blogger.com