In my first venture into pipe music, here, I introduced the Uilleann pipes, most often associated with the Irish.
The tone of the uilleann pipes is unlike that of many other forms of bagpipes. They have a different harmonic structure, sounding sweeter and quieter than many other bagpipes, such as the Great Irish warpipes, Great Highland bagpipes or the Italian zampogna. Uilleann pipes are often played indoors, and are almost always played sitting down.
Here you can learn a little more about the Uilleann pipes with some interesting historical detail and even a bit of narration in Irish.
And here is a more light hearted look at how the pipes work and sound:
and if you are wondering what the young lady is sitting there for, here is the answer:
Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday gives us the chance to share familiar, and sometimes not so familiar, songs. This week we have the choices of Birthday /Cake /Gift /Party /Surprise. I wonder if that is because Jim is missing all the parties he normally attends now that most of the world is in lockdown? If so, then I’m happy to invite him, and you, to my garden party, and thanks Jim for continuing to host SLS.
If you fancy sharing one of your favourite songs you can find out how to participate, and also listen to all the great entries, here.
With the fairly decent weather in the UK at the moment it seems the perfect time to have a garden party but, unfortunately, we cannot, so instead I’ve asked Rick Nelson, and Smokie to sing for you.
The song was written by Rick Nelson and was a hit in 1972. It is a story about him being booed at a concert in Madison Square Garden in October 1971 and you can read about that here.
Without further ado, please enjoy Garden Party, first by Rick Nelson, followed by Smokie.
Went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friends A chance to share old memories and play our songs again When I got to the garden party, they all knew my name No one recognized me, I didn’t look the same
But it’s all right now, I learned my lesson well. You see, ya can’t please everyone, so ya got to please yourself
People came from miles around, everyone was there Yoko brought her walrus, there was magic in the air And over in the corner, much to my surprise Mr. Hughes hid in Dylan’s shoes wearing his disguise
But it’s all right now, I learned my lesson well. You see, ya can’t please everyone, so ya got to please yourself
Played them all the old songs, thought that’s why they came No one heard the music, we didn’t look the same I said hello to “Mary Lou”, she belongs to me When I sang a song about a honky-tonk, it was time to leave
But it’s all right now, I learned my lesson well. You see, ya can’t please everyone, so ya got to please yourself
Someone opened up a closet door and out stepped Johnny B. Goode Playing guitar like a-ringin’ a bell and lookin’ like he should If you gotta play at garden parties, I wish you a lotta luck But if memories were all I sang, I rather drive a truck
And it’s all right now, learned my lesson well You see, ya can’t please everyone, so you got to please yourself