Remembering Alasdair Gillies: Colin MacLellan
The death of Alasdair Gillies on August 27th, 2011, is still very much a wound that may never fully heal. While the piping world lost one of its most accomplished and talented performers in its long history, the many friends of Alasdair Gillies lost something much more, and the pain of his passing may lessen with time, it will never completely go away.
It is difficult to put into words this absence, and an “appreciation” may never really be fully possible. We have decided to ask several individuals from our community who may have known Alasdair Gillies a little better, or in simply a slightly different way, to assemble a few thoughts about him. Rather than aggregating these memories into a single piece, we have chosen to publish each separately over the next few months.
The first in our “Remembering Alasdair Gillies” series is from Colin MacLellan of Edinburgh.
The very first time I ever heard Alasdair Gillies play was at Oban, in the summer of 1985. I’d heard all about him, of course, but had never met him or had heard him. I suppose that was because I had lived in Canada since the late 1970s and my trips over to compete weren’t really all that frequent. It was during that period of time that Alasdair had joined the army as a boy soldier and had acquired a rather well-deserved deserved reputation as the country’s latest rising star.
I’d heard about how he had been to Highland games in the north of Scotland, and about the times that he had been awarded first prizes in front of the likes of Iain MacFadyen and John MacDougall, and other established pipers of the top rank, even before he had finished winning the junior competitions at the Northern Meeting. I was especially interested in hearing him for the first time, and I wandered over to the marches board at the Argyllshire Gathering and there he was, striding up onto the platform, dressed in the full regimental uniform of a piper of the Queen’s Own Highlanders. Gleaming buckled sandals, tartan diced hose, full plaid, and the famous eagle feather erect . . .
A beautifuly story told so well about a wonderful person. I would like to add a comment regarding Alasdair. Having the same name only spelt differently, I menioned to him that many people not familiar with our name had difficulty pronouncing it. So I told him that whenever I gave my name I would mention, Do you know the name Fred Astair” then I would say “Well I’m Alistair”. Alasdair thought this very amusing and laughed and said he would use this when giving his name. When we exchanged e-mails he would always sign off. “Fred
Beautifully written, Colin. Thank you.
Now _that’s_ the way you do it.
Beautifully written, wonderfully moving, and a very fitting tribute, to of the all time greats.
Thanks, Colin…. Ken
A simply delightful read … beautifully written Colin.
Thanks so much for this article, Colin.
Thank you for sharing.
nice story Colin but am curious, regarding The next editorial of the Piping Times thundered on about the perpetrator of the rather heinous light bulb crime being caught and punished for having “brought the game of piping into disrepute” (Seumas MacNeill was one of the judges)”. So were you caught and what was the punishment? M.”
Well done Andrew for this idea and WELL DONE, to Colin for writing such a great personal story on Alasdair. This is what a tribute should be all about and a wonderful way to honor his memory. Bruce
Beautifully done, Colin. That story about the red light is one of the greats. Sad but glad you were able to share it.
Excellent my friend. Euan
Wonderful words, Colin. A very fitting memorial to a very fine man and piper. Bengt Fredén, piper, PD1RE, Stockholm, Sweden