First posted Nov 11th, 2012 by newpiper
So yesterday I was brave and took my pipes along to
a session. It was a new session, very large, and I only knew the organiser. I
got the pipes out, strapped on the bellows and sat the rest on my lap, partly
to show that I wasn't an interloper, and partly stop me chickening out. You
need to be quick off the mark to get a word in at a session when you're not
joining in (everything else was either too English, or too Irish, and too
darned fast). I knew the person running the session and she gave me the
nod...and my musical memory deserted me and I made a horrible pig's ear of the Rowan
Tree and the Barren Rocks. I knew it was wrong and couldn't quite
salvage it - neither tune being in my head.
Still, I managed it, although it felt like one of
those nightmares wherein you are about to sit an important test but have no
idea what it's for. I was horribly embarrassed. The fan assures me I didn't
disgrace myself entirely, and one kind person stopped me as we struggled out to
say how nice the pipes sounded. I don't know who he was, but I like that man.
Ramblings of an easily distracted learner piper
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