Party Pieces and Their Uses and Abuses
Okay folks, we all know that each and every one of us—including Mr. Gill—has that absolutely wowie zowie tune designed to stop the show and elicit lusty looks from all the lads and lasses at the session. it may be a tune you actually play or imagine someday being able to play. but it is more than that favorite daggy or spankie tune of yours. no, it is your *party piece*.
what is it? have you ever busted it out? how’d it go over?
perhaps the paradigmatic party piece for the flute is a la molloy playing his craic induced mason’s apron in g. but for me, my party piece is Lord Gordons. i played it at a non-itm related party of mine one time—was properly boozed and thankfully so was everybody else. I do like to play Lord Gordon’s at sessions, though, but I always ask if there’s anybody who knows it and would like to join in (i’m a coward i guess).
boy oh boy, though, party pieces can really go wrong and in a bad way and annoyingly. i’ve heard blokes slaughter the same damn party piece week after god-save-us week and they are oblivious. it’s more like the party piece of s….