I should be. :) At our old house, there was a man a few houses away who would sit out on his front step and play his bagpipe for an hour or more at a time. We loved it!
My Dad LOVED the pipes.
Once, when he and Mom were vacationing in London, he convinced to to get on a train and go all the way to Edinburgh, sit up on a freezing cold stone castle battlement, and listen to pipers deep into the cold Arctic Night!