I live next to a church right on a harbor. And the church has this little spit of land that juts out into the water. Every so often a guy who lives in the neighborhood will stand out there and practice on the bag pipes. He usually picks a foggy day or right around dusk. And the sound can be heard for miles.One of my favorite sounds in the world.
There's a man with a sense of style.
I love the bagpipes too. Although that's one instrument that I'm not dying to learn- out of respect for my neighbors and my own eardrums.
You start out with something called a chanter - much quieter than the real deal. The problem with learning bagpipes is that there's no silent breaks between notes, the sound just keeps going.
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