Some days we can't carry a tune in a washtub.
Tonight, everybody who was there had practiced and was in top form. We sounded . . . . amazing!
I wish every practice could be like this. Practice would be more fun. We could just play tunes for fun, work on harmonies, stuff like that. Instead, mostly we have to go over and over and over some parts that people are just not taking the time to practice. It feels like beating a dead horse.
Not tonight. Tonight was a Pegasus night: our horse was alive and flying!
Traditionally, a piper served a 7-year apprenticeship before being unleashed on the unsuspecting public. This is my story.
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