May The Bubble In Your Chest Not Choke You To Death - And Other Lovely Irish Blessings Upon You
Okay, so I'm not generally a parade-going kind of gal, but Misterpie found out that Toronto has a St. Patrick's Day parade (did you know that? I, personally, did not, but there you are.) and was all set to go stake out a curbside seat. So we did, and he did, right at Bloor and Bellair.
And because it's a corner, where traffic might be tempted to try to flow, there were two police officers standing just a bit ahead of us, between us and the parade.
And because I don't attend parades too often and the most recent has been a Macy's Thanksgiving one (hey, I said it's been years, didn't I?) and not very celtic in flavour, I had forgotten about the bloody bagpipes. I have a bagpipe problem. I don't know why, I really don't, but I cannot hear the keening and droning and skirling of a set of pipes without choking up. Seriously choking up. And here they come up the road.
Just as they are passing by, one of the police, a younger Asian man, turns around and looks right into my face. My face slightly pinched and misshapen with the effort of not breaking out into heaving sobs for no apparent reason. I'm thinking to myself, "This man thinks I'm a freaking moron. And I can't really disagree..."
Please tell me someone else has this bizarro reaction, too?
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Labels: moi, People Watching, Thank You For The Music
posted by kittenpie @ 9:21 PM
7 Comments:
No you're not the only one here. Bagpipes make me bawl like a baby. I have no idea why. Last year we went to a wedding and the bride came down the aisle with bagpipe music playing and I was the ONLY one there crying.
My brother is a pipe major and my nephew is a piper in training. I've had the bawl piped out of me.
I have a strong reaction too - maybe not bawling, per se, but it's close. Mr Earth hates them with a passion. Alas, they weren't played at our wedding as I would have liked.
Guilty. Six years after my grandfather's funeral if I hear the skye boat song (or amazing grace) I tear up. My grandmother was a war bride from Scotland and Scottish country dancing and bagpipe music take me back to when I was a kid playing at their house. Instantly. It makes remembrance day with a husband in the army a wee bit awkward. :P
I first heard bagpipes when I was at my grandparents' cottage in Muskoka - the notes would come floating over the water each night at sunset. Yup. Gets me everytime.
Bagpipes make me sob. SOB. They make my ears hurt, too, but for entirely different reasons.
Bag pipes remind me of university and I get nostalgic and feel like doing an oil thigh. Then that makes me what to cry for being such a nerd.
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