Harris felt a sudden shock as he recognized what he was hearing. He put his head down on the table. "He's singing the blues."
"What do you mean?"
"That's what we call it on the grim world. The blues." Harris lifted his head to stare imploringly at Doc. "But, oh my God, on the bagpipe?"
That's the way it's done. What else could sound so soulful?"
-- from Doc Sidhe, by Aaron Allston (1995, Baen Books, Riversdale, NY; ISBN: 0-671-87662-7
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You know, I think he's right. The sax is pretty soulful, but I think the bagpipes is more so.
Wonder what a duet would sound like....
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You know, in some states it would be legal to kill the piper. And in the rest, it should be.
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I was lucky to go to one of their concerts in Atlanta a long while back. At the start of the show, they cut the lights. In the pitch black an ominous voice boomed out into the hall about "The scourge from overseas that wrought noise and consternation when it came to North American shores ... the bagpipe!" With that, suddenly the two pipers turned on lights attached to glass frames and lit into some badass hornpipes. They strode around the audience each shining twin brilliant cones of white into the audience. It was like Smaugh, two fold, and with bagpipes. M-A-G-I-C.
The mix with the bass player, keyboard, and drum kit works surprisingly well.
A bit of Rufus trivia: he plays the pipe with the hands switched from how pipers normally play; he plays with the right hand at the top of the chanter and, of course, the left at the bottom.
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