#Pakistani Bagpipes

[j2rkt]

Just a hashing Session on the Hakam Din Shesham pipes lol.

[scotianostra]

Happy 87th Birthday Ronald Grant Browne born 20th August 1937 in Edinburgh, Ronnie is a founder member of The Corries.

Born to John Albert 'Bertie' Browne, a truck driver, and Anne 'Nancy' Browne. He was raised in Edinburgh. Aside from singing, Browne's other abilities are painting, sketching and rugby, having once played as a winger for his secondary school Boroughmuir. He met Roy Williamson on the rugby field, as Williamson had played as a winger also for Boroughmuir's rivals Edinburgh Wanderers.

This led to meeting multi-instrumentalist Bill Smith at Edinburgh College of Art in 1955 and the formation of the Corrie Folk Trio in 1962. The group was expanded the following year with the addition of female singer Paddie Bell. Shortly after releasing three albums in 1965, Bell left to begin a solo career. With the departure of Smith, the following year, Browne and Williamson continued to perform as a duo now known as The Corries.

Browne and Williamson were regular performers on Scottish television shows and movies and in 1983 received an International Film and Television Festival gold award for their Scottish Television series, "The Corries & Other Folk". The 1996 film The Bruce features Browne's rendition of the Williamson-penned Flower of Scotland at the end. Browne appeared in the film playing the role of Maxwell The Minstrel.

Since Williamson's death in 1990, Browne continued to perform and record in the spirit of the Corries. He regularly led the singing of Flower of Scotland, de facto national anthem of Scotland, for the Scotland national rugby and football teams. During his performances, he was known to yell "COME ON!" to the audience during the opening line of the song he was singing and this has often been parodied by the BBC Hogmanay sketch show Only an Excuse?. As of 27 April 2015, Browne announced that due to emotional breakdowns during performances, he has put an end to singing in public.

Browne is now an accomplished portrait artist.

Browne met and fell in love with Patricia Elliott during secondary school, and the two married on 30 June 1959. Together they had two biological children: Gavin John and Lauren Anne Violet and one adopted son: Maurice Walter.

Gavin Browne is the eldest of the three, and has run The Corries Official Website since 1997.

Ronnie and Pat were married for 53 years until Pat died due to cancer in 2012.

Scotland the Brave Corries humourous version

Land o' the purple heather Land o' the dirty weather Land where the midges gather, Scotland The Brave Land o' the Pakistanis Andy Capp and Saturday sannies Land where they sell their grannies, Scotland The Brave Used to say in faither’s day You could hear the bagpipes play But now you hear the regal tones o' Elton John and The Rolling Stones Land that is full o' stinkers Wee fat Jews and VP drinkers Whisky put a lot o' stinkers into Scottish graves

Land that is full o' skivers Comic singers, deep sea divers Turbans on our bus condrivers, Scotland The Brave Land o' the brutal Bobbies Councilors wi' part-time jobbies Architects with paying hobbies, Scotland The Brave The tourists come here every year To see all our historic gear But all they see is loads o' navvies, high rise flats wi' concrete lavvies Land o' the artic' lorries Andy Stewart and the Corries Land where everybody borries, Scotland The Brave

Land o' the kilt and sporan Underneath there's nothin' worn!How I wish the wind was warm! Scotland The Brave I must admit it's pretty gruesome Walking about wi' your frozen twosome! It's all we've got - we mustn't lose 'em - Scotland The Brave Conservatives try to assure us Labour's hard-put to endure us The Kirk puts curbs on our enjoyment, government makes unemployment Never mind the day is near When independence will be here! We’ll drink a toast in younger’s beer to Scotland The Brave!

[papercherries]

I've always wanted to live.

I've always wanted to live on an island. The ability to walk from one end of something to another is rewarding. I'd like it to take a day or two to complete. I'd like there to be a small village, consisting of: 10-20 residents, a green grocers, a butchers, a general store and a single bar that hosts karaoke every Thursday. I'd like there to only be dirt roads with very minimal cars. Lush forests and interesting wildlife, particularly birds. Migratory birds would visit the island at the same time every year, I'd even become friends with the older ones. It wouldn't be extremely hot, but not cold either. 5-10c in the winter and 15-25c in the summer. The heat would be dry. I'd spend my days relaxing, creating, whatever I saw fit. Creative work, I couldn't live without it. Sometimes, the wild boars of the island would come up to me, this was a sign I'd be allowed to feed them by hand. The water surrounding the island would be a deep dark blue, there wouldn't be a sign of rubbish. Marine Biologists would visit once a year to check how the local ecology was. One of them would be awful at karaoke but we wouldn't be able to break it to them. In the morning, you'd hear the fisherman set off for their days work, pipping throughout the morn, bearing the night before on their faces. Seagulls wouldn't visit the island, they wouldn't need to, there's plenty of fish in the sea. On the weekend, from the shore of the island you could hear our resident musician out at sea. The instruments he chose to play weren't pleasant to be around unless they were performed correctly, so he always made sure to practice a good distance away. Sometimes he'd play something in the bar, usually on a Tuesday. One night, he'd choose the trumpet and play a sorrowful ballad that filled the eyes of all who had the pleasure to hear it. For events such as weddings and funerals, he'd play the bagpipes. Unless asked otherwise. He'd believe it to be a sign of respect. It would be peaceful.

I've always wanted to live in the city. The quiet of the field surrounded town was too much to bear. The fear of being outed for something I couldn't share. Harassed and accosted for the person I am. None of this would happen in my sprawling city. It would be impossible to get from one end to other in a day, even with the incredible infrastructure. Buses, trams and metros would be free for all and bicycles would be incredibly safe to ride. There would be something to do every night, a new possibility in a new neighbourhood. The punk bars up north, the central jazz section, the indie film club showing films on 8mm. I'd have a million lovers and a million more friends. I'd never be alone. Every night from the rooftops you'd be able to hear the neighbourhood dogs barking and cats meowing to be let in. The people! Not one would look alike, yet they'd all have their clique. The businessmen would all wear their tight fitting suits, some experimented with colourful ties and garish socks. You could spot a jazz singer from half a mile away, dark shades for every season, big baggy trousers and a half buttoned down shirt. It would be the style but not a uniform, they would experiment with crazy hair and when they belted their hearts out of their throat. Babies would cease their screaming and lovebugs would click their fingers. Art would be free to express itself, galleries would be full of artists who were showing something new and daring. Shocking and soothing. Smothering and comforting. Food would be cheap and with extreme variety. Polish, Indian, Scottish, Romanian, Japanese, Chinese, Thai, Sri Lankan, Pakistani, Moroccan, Spanish, Portuguese, American, Finnish, Swedish, Nigerian, South African, Ethiopian, Zimbabwean, Mongolian, English, Irish, Brazilian, Chilean, Argentinian, Taiwanese, Korean, French, German, Palestinian, Greek, Turkish, Laotian. There would be a single street that featured a beverage establishment of all these varieties, with more spreading out in the further streets. Every year there'd be 10 music festivals, 4 in summer, 2 in spring, 2 in autumn and 2 in winter. It would be a city of artists. A city of food and culture. A city of love.

There is truth in both of these statements. I want to live in both of these places. I want to live in more places; the calm village surrounded by endless rolling hills and fields, the freezing cold icy forest, in a shitty basement flat under a sweltering city. The point is, I want to be everywhere. Luckily, I don't want to be anyone else. I want to be in these places and be the same people. But for now, I am banished to the metropolises. One day I will have my field, beach, island, city. I will find them, they call to me. I plan to answer, as my queer self. Even if I am a criminal in 71 countries. In the end I just want to live.

[shinshun-chanson-show]

＠Scotland the Brave. 勇敢なスコットランド

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kK6LkpfZ94s

 スコットランドのザコリーズというフォークデュオが歌った。元々故郷を称える歌なのだが、それをパロディにして笑いを取っている。この二人は1926-90まで、一人が亡くなるまで活動した。

A Scottish duo, the Corries sang this song which is a parody of a patriotic song.

This duo had been playing from 1926 to 1990 when one of them died.

故郷を揶揄しているようで、実は愛していることが伝わってくる。特に最後の独立の言葉に観客が大きく反応している。

At first, they look teasing their homeland, but in fact they love it very much.

The audience especially cheered for the word “independence”.

 歌詞と意味

Land o' the purple heather.

Land o' the dirty weather.

Land where the midges gaither,

Scotland the Brave.

Land o' the Pakistanis,

Andy Capp and Saturday sannies.

Land where they sell their grannies,

Scotland the Brave.

 Used to say in faither's day,

You could hear the bagpipes play,

But now you hear the regal tones

o' Elton John and The Rolling Stones.

Land that is full o' stinkers,

Wee fat Jews and VP drinkers.

Whisky put a lot o' stinkers into Scottish graves.

 Land that is full o' skivers,

Comic singers, deep sea divers,

Turbans on our bus condrivers,

Scotland the Brave.

Land o' the brutal Bobbies,

Councillers wi' part-time jobbies,

Architects wi' paying hobbies,

Scotland the Brave.

 The tourists come here every year

To see all our historic gear,

But all they see is loads o' navvies,

high rise flats wi' concrete lavvies.

Land o' the artic' lorries,

Andy Stewart and ra Corries,

Land where everybody borries,

Scotland the Brave.

 Land o' the Kilt and Sporran -

Underneath, there's nothin' worn!

How I wish the wind was warm!

Scotland the Brave.

I must admit it's pretty gruesome,

Walking about wi' your frozen twosome!

It's all we've got - we musn't lose 'em -

Scotland the Brave.

 Conservatives try to assure us,

Labour's hard-put to endure us,

The Kirk puts curbs on our enjoyment,

Government makes unemployment.

Never mind - the day is near,

When independence will be here!

We'll drink a toast in Younger's beer

to Scotland the Brave

紫色のヒースの国

厳しい気候の国

蚊の多い国

勇敢なスコットランド

パキスタン人の国

アンディキャップ（マンガ）と土曜のサンドイッチ

おばあちゃんを売る国

勇敢なスコットランド

 昔は父の日には

バグパイプが聞こえた

でも今聞こえるのは堂々たる

エルトンジョンやローリングストーンズ

嫌な奴ばっかりの国

小さなふとったユダヤ人とエタノールを飲むやつ

ウィスキーがたくさんの酒飲みをスコットランドの墓に入れる

 兵役拒否者でいっぱいの国

アニメの歌手　深海の潜水夫

バスの運転手はターバンをしている

勇敢なスコットランド

野蛮な警官の国

パートタイムのカウンセラー

趣味でやっている建築家

勇敢なスコットランド

 毎年観光客が来る

歴史を見に

でも彼らが見るのは労働者だけ

コンクリートのトイレのある摩天楼

北極のトラックの国

アンディ・スチュアート（歌手）とそのバンド

みんなが借金する国

勇敢なスコットランド

 キルトとスポーラン（袋）の国

下には何も着ていない

風が暖かければと思う

勇敢なスコットランド

かなり恐ろしいことだと認めよう

凍って二人で歩き回るのは

ここにはそれしかない　しかたない

勇敢なスコットランド

 保守党は我々を安心させようとする

労働党は我々に我慢させることに苦しんでいる

教会は我々の楽しみを制限する

政治が失業を作り出す

心配するな　その日は近い

独立する日は！

ヤンガー（地元の）ビールで乾杯しよう

勇敢なスコットランドに

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[pipius]

Unboxing: $130 Pakistani Amazon Bagpipes VS My Henderson Pipes

Some good info 

[j2rkt]

Hakam Din Sheesham Bagpipe drones, Warnock Chanter Shepherd chanter reed.

[j2rkt]

Hashing Session Memorizing Tunes.... Don't watch LOL

[j2rkt]

It's about the pipes not me. Slow tunes Highland, Scots Wha' Hae etc.

[j2rkt]

Hakam Din Sheesham drones with an older Warnock chanter. Dry Room.

[j2rkt]

Minnie Hynde. Bass Pakistani Parlor Pipes.

[j2rkt]

Response to a critique of Pakistani bagpipes. 

[j2rkt]

Soprano Pakistani Parlor Pipes.

[j2rkt]

Moose Valve installation Pakistani bagpipes...and of course the mandator...

[j2rkt]

Practicing My MSR on the bass Pakistani Parlor Pipes.

[j2rkt]

The Fair Maid of Barra. Pakistani Soprano Parlor Pipes.