Bagpipes make me cry

There’s something about the bagpipes that just gets me, every time. I don’t mean just a little bit misty-eyed – I mean chest-tightening, tears flowing, crying.

It’s pride, it’s love and yes, in recent years it’s undoubtedly mixed with grief over the loss of my Dad.

But it’s been like this for as long as I can remember. I recall telling my Dad about it as a teenager. I had seen a piper busking in Perth and it got me quite choked up.

I could tell that Dad was touched by the story, but he was never one to miss an opportunity for a joke. “Some of those buskers bring tears to my eyes too,” he said, totally deadpan. Then with a sparkle: “They play the pipes so badly!”

It’s like a switch has been flicked when I hear bagpipes and it stirs something deep inside. Even those first haunting sounds – they call it the drone – as the piper produces that first sustained note.

Dad played the bagpipes in a pipe band in Western Australia in the 1970s. He practiced his playing as he marched up and down the hallway at home.

It formed a robust lullaby for me and for my little sister in particular. Mum tells us we would go off to the sleep to the sound of Dad on the bagpipes in the hall beside our room. I’m sure that left a deep imprint on us that must help explain our heartfelt link to the instrument.

Given that, all through the flight to Scotland I was wondering whether hearing the bagpipes – which seemed inevitable – would be even more emotional given my recent job loss. They do say that grief has a way of resurfacing old feelings of grief.

I was already feeling mixed emotions as I headed to the airport on the weekend. There’s no denying my excitement about coming to Scotland, but leaving home has wrenched me from a warm, safe cocoon my friends have created in the weeks after my redundancy.

All my family and friends have been great, but two dear friends in particular in Melbourne – one who shares my love of running and one my passion for singing – have really been there. Isn’t it wonderful how helping each other through adversity can take a great relationship to an even deeper level?

In leaving that safety, Scotland felt like a fitting place to start my travels. If there’s any more grieving to be done, this visit will surely deliver? It could be quite cathartic.

When I was here in early 2011, not long after Dad died, I’m sure I heard the bagpipes every day, so as I’ve mentioned, it was quite an emotional tour.

There’s one moment that stands out from the rest and it happened at an iconic location that I won’t name, to protect the piper’s identity.

After the tour bus pulled up and we all piled out, the bus driver must have seen a look cross my face as I heard the pipes, because he whispered to me: “He’s not very good, is he? But it makes a great photo.”

The tears had started, but how hard did I laugh as well? My Dad could have scripted that scene! I enjoyed the moment so much, I threw the piper 10 pounds and took his photo.

The funny thing is, I haven’t heard a single bagpipe since I landed in Glasgow on the weekend.

Staying with my irrepressible, inspirational 84-year old cousin this week, I don’t feel so much like a tourist. And I don’t think I’m meant to cry my way around the country this time. So far, I feel happy, content and quite at home.


10 thoughts on “Bagpipes make me cry

  1. Me Grandma was a McMillan. Ever since I was a child growing up in northern Michigan, I’ve felt my chest feel full with pride? and almost want to cry. And that was before I even knew I had Scottish in me.
    I’ve never completely understood why the pipes effects me in this way.
    I’m a musician. Raised with opera and classical music, and eventually all types of music. Yet the pipes is the only instrument that effects me this way still to this day. If the good Lord willing, I’ll walk on the ground of Knapdale, Scotland.

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    1. What a great way of describing the feeling – chest full of pride, almost wanting to cry. Nailed it. So many people must share that feeling because this is my all time most read and commented blog. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and I hope you make that walk at Knapdale one day soon. M


  2. I’ve teared up at the sound of bagpipes since I was a child. It had nothing to do with grief. I find it a thoroughly soothing sound. I must admit I burst into tears the second I set foot on Scottish soil. Dammit! Genetically, I’m a mixed bag. Stupid bagpipes.


    1. They evoke so much emotion for so many people Anne, which is something I love about the bagpipes. Thanks for sharing your experience. Hope you’re well, wherever you are in the world right now. M


    1. Thanks for stopping in to read the blog Womble. You and I are far from alone on this. This one has been one of my most popular blogs for people searching the net to understand why bagpipes make them cry. In my experience it’s an instrument that never fails to stir the soul. M


    2. I’m a 47 year old male from the US but of Scottish and Irish heritage. I never understood why I always cry when I hear the bagpipes especially Scotland The Brave. So I googled “Why do bagpipes make me cry” an it brought me here. Amazing story and thank you!


      1. How awesome Mike, thank you! It never seems to wear off either, does it? I still cry every time I hear the bagpipes. Maybe it’s in the genes? Thanks for saying hello!


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