Another Festival in the Bonnie Glen

This is another lighthearted romp in the peculiar world of Scottish pipe band competition. If you're an insider to this world, enjoy the humor. If you're not -- well -- enjoy it anyway. With a glass of your favorite spirits. HISTORY HAS recorded that the events of the Second Annual Auchmountain's Bonnie Glen Yuletide International Invitational Grade 7 Extra-Loud Pipe Band Extravaganza and Highland Revue left our home galaxy changed forever. Seismologists the world around reported a cataclysmc event somewhere in Scotland; somewhat farther afield, a fleet of Zygorthian space invaders from the Beta Cassiopeiae star system turned their attack ships aside in mid-passage and high-tailed it for home at twice the speed of light. The story didn't end there, however. Now, on the eve of the Third Annual Auchmountain's Bonnie Glen Yuletide International Invitational Grade 7 Extra-Loud Pipe Band Extravaganza and Highland Revue, Dr. Les Blowhard and Drum Major Jesus Hamish Gonzalez, late of Mexico's Popocatepetl Highlanders, mellowed over sips of Laphroaig and Jose Cuervo and reviewed the extraordinary developments of the past year. Gonzalez's Volcanic Magma Hot Sauce did it, of course. After the Doctor recovered from his epic sneezing fit at the 1996 ceilidh, he craved Mexican food the way a weed craves sunlight; so he offered Gonzalez a year's tuition in playing the Great Highland Bagpipe badly, in exchange for a year's tuition from Gonzalez in preparing Mexican food badly. The result was a business venture, Espaldas Mojadas, Ltd., which on April Fools' Day opened a chain of "Tachum Bell" Scottish fast-food Mexican restaurantes. La Hacienda de Haggis, Gonzalez called it. "Your average Scot doesn't know the difference between gourmet cuisine and a Forfar bridie with HP Sauce," the Doctor said. "This business should take off like a scared rabbit." And so it happened. After opening "High Road to Garlic," a modest tapas bar in a condemned building half a block from the College of Piping in Glasgow (where the Doctor had received numerous honorary degrees), the Doctor and Gonzalez went into big-time production. "Our food does for your stomach what our piping does for your eardrums," the Doctor boasted in an interview on the BBC Scots Entrepreneurs program. The slogan caught on, and won an award from the Scottish Advertising Council. Hungry aficionados from Land's End to John O'Groats, from Orkney to Dover, flocked to ticky-tacky Tachum Bell shops which seemed to pop up at every major crossroads like poisonous toadstools after a spring rain. Brightly lit roadside signs and billboards featured a stylized portrait of the Doctor and Gonzalez, wearing chefs' toques and holding practice chanters the way a terrorist holds a semi-automatic weapon. They hired scores of young people, arrayed them in kilts, sombreros and red sashes, and taught them to prepare a daunting array of corrosive delicacies. They purchased grain in hides and corn in sacks, and fashioned Taorluath Tortillas, the staple elements of a menu which grew to include such house specialties as Red Speckled Burritos, Green Hills Guacamole, Redcastle's Refried Beans, Crunluath-A-Nachos, Jaggis con Jalapenos, and, of course, the Strathspey de Salsas: strong, weak, medium or weak -- your choice. IN SHORT, the Doctor put pipe-majoring on the back burner. In January he had left the Auchmountain Highlanders in the interim charge of Pipe Sergeant Johnny W. T. Bandylegs. And all year long Johnny taught pipers to read music and play gracenotes and doublings, to true up chanter scales and tune drones. He brought in a talented young drummer and patiently introduced the hitherto utterly foreign concepts of rhythm and playing to a beat. Locals were stunned to find themselves coming about to give a listen as the band struck up in rehearsal at the Royal Auchmountain's Bonnie Glen Military Academy. Small furry creatures popped out of their burrows and chirped in appreciation. "Well, mi amigo." The Doctor wiped his moustache with the back of his hand and grinned at Gonzalez. "Tomorrow's the big day, eh?" The Doctor had spent several months cultivating a Mexican-Canadian manner of speaking. "Once again we bring oot the pipes and tickle the sensibilities of music-lovers the world around, eh?" "Ay caramba, laddie," Gonzalez said. He had spent several months cultivating a Scottish-Mexican manner of speaking. "Eet weel be a wee braw bonny bit o' the Auld Nick." AND NOW, in the final rehearsal before the big event, the Doctor blew the dust off his pipe case and pulled out the long-suffering instrument. When Johnny offered to help him with tuning, he stared for a moment as if the daft man had just dropped a snowball down the front of his kilt. "Tune?" the Doctor said. “Tune?? Tune, shmune. Since when did we ever tune pipes around here? Next you'll be telling me to pay attention to dotted rhythms or some such nonsense. It's lucky I'm back in charge of this outfit. Tuning! How ridiculous can you get?" "Weel, Doc," Johnny said, "ye'll be hearin' a few surprises, I'll be bound." The Doctor harrumphed, adjusted the hearing aid in his good ear, gripped the blowstick in his teeth and mumbled out the cadence. The drummers executed two crisp three-beat rolls. The Doctor's pipes bleated and squealed during the first roll as usual, but all the other pipers struck up in perfect synchronization, perfectly tuned, and played a flawless march, strathspey and reel. A look of horror came over the Doctor's face as the music echoed about the Bonnie Glen. The Auchmountain Highlanders didn't have an iceberg's chance in Hades in tomorrow's contest, he realized. Why, the fools were playing on the beat! In unison! It sounded like music! There was no way, even with his formidable talents, that the Doctor could undo all the harm Johnny and his henchmen had done. Why had he trusted that two-faced sawed-off bowlegged ring-tailed illegitimate son of a tinker? The band came to the end of its set, and every pipe except the Doctor's cut off as if controlled by a switch. The Doctor's pipes gargled into asthmatic silence. He gripped the hilt of his dirk and marched up to Johnny, squared his jaw, and rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. "This is a joke, right?" he fumed. "Och, lighten up, Doc," Johnny said. "The lads and lasses and I decided tae try something different. Ye'll get used tae it.