I saw Sean at Small Son's lesson last night. I jumped right in there and apologized, in front of everybody who was sitting in the lobby of the Celtic Center. He didn't know which blown cut-off I was talking about, so I told him it was all of them. He asked if it was the March Medley or the Timed Medley. I said, "No, no, it was on the march out, Salt Lake Scots." He didn't seem to remember that. Those. So I asked if I was put on probation or kicked out of the band. He made a funny sort of face and shook his head, as if to say I was imagining things, whyever would I think that. SS came out from the cubicle where he was waiting for his lesson and asked if I was kicked out and when I told him no, he looked happy and went back to his place.
During MY lesson, we went over the judges comment sheets. None of them mentioned my blown cut-offs. [Deep sigh]
Have to work on possible squeaks on low A, ensemble, grips and tourlouaghs (sp), timing.
Traditionally, a piper served a 7-year apprenticeship before being unleashed on the unsuspecting public. This is my story.
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