Monday, November 7, 2011

I Paid The Piper

At the end of a downtown jaunt last week, I stepped toward the gate that led to the road, to my car, to home. And a delightful razzle of musical beats — toe-tapping, soul-dancing sound — enchanted me. 

A bagpiper delighted the area with his Pied Piper music 
and my whole soul joined in.

I asked the guy if I could snap a photo of him to recall the experience. He agreed, struck this jovial pose, and I dropped some shekels in his case for his ambrosia of sound.

His name is John. If you have the astounding luck of hearing him play, say hi for me. 

Here's a better lit photo. 
(I just had to include his striking bagpiper pose in the first one.)



i'm erin. said...

I love it! I love the bag pipes. They used to play in all the Provo 4th of july parades. My favorite part.

Abby Fowers said...

How fun! Hope I find him. I will pay the piper!

Katie Dodge said...

Oh, I miss you!

Jax said...

aww a bag piper!! He looks like he's straight from Scotland. What fun :)

Anonymous said...

I bet he sounds awesome! I love bag pipes.

David P. King said...

I love me some bagpipes. It reaches out to the Scottish ancestry that's within me, somewhere.

Small Town Shelly Brown said...

Awesome. Some guy was just standing around playin' the pipes, huh? I repeat, awesome.

Nancy Thompson said...

years ago, when I worked as an architect in San Francisco's financial district, there was man who came out at noon every day and played his bagpipes under the Transbay Terminal overpass. His songs echoed all over the district & provided a lovely serenade for lunchtime nibblers.

Danica said...

I love seeing stuff like this, it makes life interesting. And I love celtic type music!