Just back from a week in Ireland, soaking up lots of music, listening and playing. Heard lots of uilleann pipes. Was offered a set of Irish war pipes in a session to try. They were very much like GHB...the drones weighed a tonne and flapped about (I had to be moved to avoid breaking a light fitting - the pipes' owner said cheerfully that he'd broken several that way) and I managed to get the drones going, without too much pain and lightheadedness, but that was it.
The Monkey was admired for his sweet tones as we played in Newbridge, Liscannor and Athy. I'm afraid that only the Tree proved reliable, others I fudged (Galloway, Home Town) or crashed out on entirely (Galloway, King). I partly blame the music: hearing so much Irish it's like spending a week speaking a different language, speaking French and the moment someone asks you to say something in Italian you get tongue tied and idiotic and can't say a word. (Naturally this problem couldn't have been caused by the local brew...!)
Still, plenty of practise this month, hopefully
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