At first I thought this was for sprinkling in your handbag. Then I wasn’t sure what it was and now I realize it’s for bagpipes. Needless to say, I love that it’s called Bag Seasoning.
And speaking of bagpipes, if anyone has not heard Rufus Harley, the only bagpipe player ever signed to Motown, you must track down “Bagpipe Blues”.
Mark Milligan
Funny that you say that, I do know who the guy was, through the web. I love the story he told about watching JFK’s funeral, and while everyone else was mourning, he heard something that “made his spirit soar” in the bagpipes. He couldn’t make the same noise with his sax, so when he went to NY (from maybe Georgia?) he paid $120 for one, and made that instrument his career. He’s gone now, but those interested take a look at You Tube, and you’ll see several of his songs there, and an 8-minute appearance on “I’ve Got a Secret” from the 60’s. I’ve thought about buying them and taking some lessons, because I had a vision of someone playing bagpipes at a family member’s funeral, maybe it’s me.
Allee Willis
At first I thought this was for sprinkling in your handbag. Then I wasn’t sure what it was and now I realize it’s for bagpipes. Needless to say, I love that it’s called Bag Seasoning.
And speaking of bagpipes, if anyone has not heard Rufus Harley, the only bagpipe player ever signed to Motown, you must track down “Bagpipe Blues”.
Mark Milligan
Funny that you say that, I do know who the guy was, through the web. I love the story he told about watching JFK’s funeral, and while everyone else was mourning, he heard something that “made his spirit soar” in the bagpipes. He couldn’t make the same noise with his sax, so when he went to NY (from maybe Georgia?) he paid $120 for one, and made that instrument his career. He’s gone now, but those interested take a look at You Tube, and you’ll see several of his songs there, and an 8-minute appearance on “I’ve Got a Secret” from the 60’s. I’ve thought about buying them and taking some lessons, because I had a vision of someone playing bagpipes at a family member’s funeral, maybe it’s me.