Pipes

I like all kinds of music... all kinds, even, as Elenka calls it, the wretched stuff that sometimes emanates from the pipes like these. I can get goosebumps when a stirring rendition of some well known tune is played. I have even been known to get them listening to punk-rocking renditions of  Dropkick Murphy tunes like "The Worker". I'm sure, 'my better half' will chime in soon and share her utter disdain for the music. As a matter of fact, she'll call into question, I'm sure, whether blowing into these bags and the sound that issues forth is music at all. I try to convince her that it's a beautiful sound when played expertly. I also mention to her that my Irish roots probably has something to do with my love of the sound. 
She ain't buying it though, as you'll hear soon.
Great knees, a killer tartan kilt, a sporran to die for and a pipe band playing in a parade or celebrating in a pub... there might not be a finer thing.
Don't try to convince me otherwise.
It'll be a losing battle.
I say, just 'walk away Renee'.
Come to think of it---
That might be a killer song to hear on the pipes