Squirl's Nest

Thursday, May 12, 2005

His grace was amazing

A little over a year and a half ago Ichabod and I were living in the house where I had to tell him to just shut up. It was a colorful, eclectic neighborhood. You never knew who you were going to see there.

One night Ichabod heard something and he looked around outside. We couldn't see anything but we distinctly heard someone playing bagpipes (and I don't mean the kind in Urban Dictionary). And he was playing them well. We didn't hear him all the time but he did play occasionally.

My favorite was midnight on Christmas Eve. This time we actually saw him and was really wearing a kilt. He played Christmas music for a while and then moved on.

We've moved right downtown since then and have never heard him since. I never thought I'd hear myself say this but I miss those bagpipes.

18 comments

Blogger Tardist said...

Very interesting. Bet you didn't know that those guys wear kilts for easier access to their bagpipes.

Thu May 12, 09:33:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

No, Tardist, that's just you.

Thu May 12, 09:47:00 PM  
Blogger Mr. Bloggerific Himself said...

Now I just gotta have a kilt.

Thu May 12, 09:50:00 PM  
Blogger Bucky Four-Eyes said...

Someone needs to say this, and it looks like it'll be me, the quiet one.

If you're missin' the bagpipes, Squirl, then you should seek help. Pronto. Quick-like.

Susie, you takin' new clients?

Just lookin' out for you, sis.

Thu May 12, 09:52:00 PM  
Blogger Tardist said...

Hey, watch it, Squirl. I could have you kilt for that.

Thu May 12, 10:06:00 PM  
Blogger Tardist said...

Just kidding, of course! Heh heh.

Thu May 12, 10:08:00 PM  
Blogger Kitty said...

Note to self: Check Squirl's blog before writing a full article on the accordian playa strollin the same inner city streets.

Blog rapist. *pout*

Thu May 12, 10:40:00 PM  
Blogger Kitty said...

ok - butt ball or boots - your call hottie!

Thu May 12, 10:43:00 PM  
Blogger Courtney said...

I, for one, am a sucker for bagpipes (infer what ever you'd like -- you're probably right), and I loooove kilts, and Gerard Butler's Scottish brogue, and Ewan Macgregors...

Gotta go now... ;)

Thu May 12, 11:12:00 PM  
Blogger greatwhitebear said...

Squirl, if you like bagpipes, you need to visit south bend sometime. I'll arrange a concert for you and Ichabod with our local legend, Rich Mao, the Peking Piper. Not much more amusing than a chinaman in dress kilt at the head of the Scottish Rite Pipe Band.

Thu May 12, 11:38:00 PM  
Blogger Nic said...

Men in kilts. Delish! Actually I love bagpipes. I am a huge fan of anything Irish and Scottish. That must have been really cool to listen to at the time.

Thu May 12, 11:55:00 PM  
Blogger Mr. Bloggerific Himself said...

I cannot recall the name of the book, but my son LOVES the story about the turtle that falls in love with a bagpipe.

Ah, the miscommunications of love....

Fri May 13, 07:07:00 AM  
Anonymous LadyBug said...

I just can't stand the sound of bagpipes. Except at funerals.

Maybe I think only the dead should be exposed to that sound. And the kilts.

Fri May 13, 11:58:00 AM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Man, I am so busy at work that right now I can't respond to everyone separately. Glad everyone is enjoying (or not, Ladybug) the bagpipe post. Hope to find more time later. Can't even take a lunch break today.

Fri May 13, 12:26:00 PM  
Blogger Von Krankipantzen said...

Nice sporran.

Fri May 13, 04:18:00 PM  
Blogger Susie said...

I love bagpipes. The instrument. I'll have to check the urban dic and get back to you on the other kind.

Fri May 13, 04:29:00 PM  
Blogger Squirl said...

Mr B, I have to see your South Park character after you get your kilt. Unrequited love of a turtle for a bagpipe. How sad...

Kitty, yes you gave me the idea to blog about this when you mentioned the accordian guy last night. I'm blog-whore, though, not a blog-rapist, thank you very much! Looks like it was boots. Everybody check out Kitty's blog.

Bucky, okay you're the quiet one? My whole world just turned topsy-turvy. Besides, Susie can be my therapist after I move in. Did you get your suitcase yet?

Courtney, I like Ewan McGregor, but I had to go check out Gerard Butler. He's hot! But heading the other age-direction, I still like Sean Connery. I like to do imitations of his accent. Maybe someday I'll get drunk enough to do an audio blog and do my Sean Connery accent. :-)

GreatWhite, there seems to be something oxymoronic about an oriental bagpiper. Can't seem to reconcile it in my mind.

Nic, I remember seeing Mel Gibson in his kilt. He even turned around and lifted his kilt in that movie. I'm Irish (mostly) and generally like things from the UK.

Ladybug, I used to feel the same way. But this guy was really good. The flaw in your theory about bagpipes at a funeral is that are usually live people attending and having their ears assaulted.

Krankipantzen, thanks for the new word! I love words. Had to go look that one up right away.

Susie, I looked it up. Something about playing your armpit. Ugh!

Fri May 13, 06:39:00 PM  
Blogger whfropera said...

kranki - you said sporran!! the former costumer cracks up!
A Sporran is part of the kilt kit.
sporrans

Squirl, we have a firefighter here who stands outside the station in full regalia and plays his pipes. Tangent jump for Squirl: ever see this? I thought it was neat.
bread for the journey

Fri May 13, 06:48:00 PM  

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