Piping Association in Lost Trophy Appeal to Public

One of the world’s longest established piping societies, the Scottish Pipers’ Association, have launched an appeal for the return of trophies, or parts of trophies, that have gone missing over the past several years. The trophies are associated with the SPA’s list of historic competitions for juvenile and professional piping. [wds id=”3″] SPA Treasurer Jeannie Campbell: ‘I’ve made a list of lost trophies. Any help with finding them would be appreciated….

PP Editor’s Blog 13/2/15

Today is the day which, in 1692, witnessed the Massacre of Glencoe  –  70 MacDonalds murdered under trust for alleged treason. It remains one of the darkest episodes in Scotland’s history and has captured the imagination of musicians and writers ever since Sir Walter Scott’s wrote his  little-known poem ‘On the Massacre of Glencoe’ and now an Edinburgh-based company Double Take Projections has created a video showing the words of Scott’s poem, being beamed, on location,…

John MacDonald, Inverness, Letter; Govan Piping Initiative

Today we publish an interesting letter from John Macdonald, Inverness, to Archibald Campbell, Kilberry. It discusses two tunes, ‘Lament for the Union’ and ‘Lament for Alasdair Dearg MacDonnell of Glengarry.’ Read more here. [wds id=”3″] The newsletter of the Govan Weavers Society reports major progress with the piping initiative in this well-known, but not well off, suburb of Glasgow. It reads: ‘In July it was intimated that the Piping Initiative…

Brian Wins ‘the Wheel’ (updated with sound file)

Fife’s Brian Lamond was the winner of the popular ‘Wheel of Fortune’ piping contest held today in Danderhall Miners Welfare south of Edinburgh, writes Robert WallacBrian (pictured above celebrating at the wheel) was placed first ahead of Alasdair Henderson and Calum Beaumont in the overall contest. The MSR was won by Niall Stewart, Kyle, and the joke telling contest, for the umpteenth time, by the overall winner himself. (Too risqué…

PP Editor’s Blog 8/2/15

Last weekend, when all mayhem was meant to be breaking out in this city thanks to the first meeting of certain football clubs in three years, I found myself on Glasgow Green that same afternoon. And you know what?, a more civilised Sunday afternoon it would be hard to find in any metropolis in the world. Where was the murder, the screaming insanity the media had predicted? Was I missing…