By pure happenstance, I stumbled upon one of several SSP’ers I’ve had the good fortune to “meet”online — his name is Patrick McLauren, and his URL is  Patrick McLauren’s Piping Blog.

He is so gracious and generous; in that he freely offers newbie SSp’ers like mesell tunes (.MP3s) and the .PDF music settings for some of his latest endeavours.  Like Gray West, Julian Goodacre, Nate Banton, Will Woodson and others, Patrick has a huge passion for the pipes — and for conveying his passion to others.

Patrick’s enthusiasm is somehow strangely infectious.  He has helped me — a lone piper from a very small, remote hamlet in Aotearoa (New Zealand) — to stay connected with others of similar ilk.  Residing in such remote locales can be a rather isolating experience… but Patrick’s tunes serve to ease this feeling, through his superb efforts and dedication ot the art of piping.

I’d like to post a heartfelt tribute — one that pays hommage to Patrick, the piper — a talented, incredibly gifted musician and kind soul who brings much joy to the lives of far distant kinsmen.  We salute you!!

Here’s another post I found on Tumblr that says what I couldn’t possibly say:

This is a heartfelt note of thanks from a Canadian of Scottish decent, thanking you for your beautiful bagpipe music which was a great comfort to me recently. At the time I couldn’t see where the music was coming from so later I asked at the cemetery office and was given your name.

…when I came back for the internment, I was alone. It was a sad occasion without any associated ceremony or service and without other members of the family along as witness or support. As I was sitting on the steps by the columbarium after the internment wishing for some better way to have marked this final event of her life, I heard beautiful bagpipe music nearby…it seemed as if it was a tribute to my sister as a member of the Ronald clan, a sect of the MacDonnell clan of Keppoch.

I am glad to know that the art is alive and well in Portland through people such as you…thank you for your dedication on behalf of veterans and their loved ones.

Phyllis T.

Randomly enough I’m also a half Canadian of Scottish and Irish decent, so the note hit a little close to home.  As someone who has witnessed many funerals over the years, I actually see the situation of the one-person-funeral fairly often. A few times I’ve even played for zero-person-funerals, where it’s just me and the funeral director paying our respects with no one else physically there to hear it. I think it shows great stoicism and commitment to be that sole family member present at the funeral, and good on Phyllis for being there.



AMAZING VIDEOS – what a coup it was finding these and the Bagpipe Society org as well!!! Two birds with one….

The Bagpipe Society Vids

The BP Soc URL

Way too kewl…


As I listened to the Tutors and students being interviewed in this amazing vid (see below), my heart quickened with anticipation and excitement for those involved (and I also felt hiraeth at the lost opportunity for mesell).  What I wouldn’t give to be a student of Traditional Celtic Music (esp. the SSP’s) under this amazing initiative…

Traditional Music Foundation of Scotland

God bless those who are involved in this “movement” and those who are talented enough to partake.  The TMF will undoubtedly will help serve as the life-blood of all those wishing to keep alive our rich and beautiful history!

Suas Leis a’ Ghàidhlig!

Bagpipes, Friends and Celtic Connections

I have dear friend named Rob R.  I haven’t had many true friends in my life of 60 years.  I consider him to be a true and trusted spiritual friend.  And I love him in the Lord with all my heart, soul, mind and strength.  Arne Garbourg once uttered, “To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart, and to sing it to them when they have forgotten“– Rob sings that same song in my heart, each time he puts fingers to his keyboard.

Rob introduced me to the bagpipes back in 1997 when he was the associate music pastor at our local church in Kelowna.  He played his pipes for the entire congregation one Sunday morn — and I was hooked!  He didn’t know this back then, but I’m almost certain his musicality imprinted a desire in me that never waned; even after all these years, after the many miles, after much change and deviations and internal gyrations, I still hold this deep desire to learn to play some form of the Scottish pipes.

Like my friend Rob, I’ve always felt a strange yet compelling connection to Scotland, it’s culture and especially it’s traditional music.  And I suppose it’s this “connection”, a pseudo-Jungian collective unconscious bond, that keeps Rob in my mind and in my heart.  “Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another…” George Eliot reminds us.

Today as I sat and listened to some pipe tunes on YouTube, I chose to have another listen to yet another amazing soul, Martyn Bennett, who left us for his place in heaven back in 2005, at the tender age of 33 years.  As I watched him make love to the SSP’s he played in the video, I was reminded of how I felt that fateful Sunday morning when Rob played his heart-rendering tunes.

My thoughts took me to  a place of wonderment — reflecting if this connection we call friendship is indeed as tenuous as it is precious.  As I think about how many years I have left on this planet, I’m mindful that true friendship is like sound health. The value of it is seldom known, until it be lost.

The tune Martyn Bennett played in his haunting video is titled “MacCrimmon’s Lament” [or Cha Till MacCruimean (MacCrimmon Will Never Return) in the Ancient tongue] which intriguingly holds very special meaning in my psyche, methinks.  You see, unlike back in 1745 when Donald Ban MacCrimmon had a premonition of his own death (which indeed occurred shortly thereafter at the Battle of Moy) and felt inspired to compose this lament [to my awareness, it’s the only instance I know of where a person composed their own lament], I have never beheld such premonitions.  I reckon my days are numbered — but I know not when they will run out.  But I find a strange sense of solace in this knowing; as long as I have amazing souls in my life like Rob (and Martyn, I reckon).

I pray that even though Rob and I live a half a world apart, our spiritual friendship will eventually bloom and grow.  And in this way, I also pray we can share together our love of things Scottish, and of the bagpipes, and of the music that speaks to us in way mere words cannot express.

A poet I’m not – so I’ll end this blog post in the words of James and Thoreau, “Wherever you are, it is your friends who make your world.” “The most I can do for my friend [Rob] is simply be his friend.”  I praise God for him and his friendship; and will pray that I can finally become the friend to him that he has always been to me.

In case you’re wondering what I was on about above, here’s some links for you to listen to:

MacCrimmon’s Lament (M Bennett)

Margaret Bennet’s Folk Story around MacCrimmon’s Lament