Thankfully, we don't get many pipers in this part of the world who could ruin a tune such that you'd hope you never heard it again, but we have bands and buskers who take requests. The thing is though that most of them don't know how to play the songs you ask them to play. It's no word of a lie that I've despite many requests yet to find anyone who knows how to play "Looking through the knothole in granny's wooden leg. The closest I ever got to getting a request being played was on the Isle of Wight in the late 70s when we stayed in a hotel that had laid on a jazz trio who were asking for requests. I asked if they knew Satin Doll and they all said what a brilliant suggestion it was, but none of them could remember how it went. They asked if I could hum it to get them going, but as luck would have it, for the life of me I couldn't remember how it went either. It was all a bit embarrassing for us. Embarrassing for the rest of the audience too, since none of them knew how to hum it when put on the spot, either. It fascinates me how phrases like "He who pays the piper calls the tune" enter our language when the chances of a piper knowing how to play the tune called for are slim. I doubt that even Paul McCartney is able to remember the words and melody of every song he wrote without being prompted and I very much doubt that a piper would know the melody to any song written during the punk and rap eras, or for that matter could anyone who grew up listening to that rubbish. I think I might be tempted to pay a piper and ask him if he could play Close to the Edge for a bit of fun, just to show how ridiculous this phrase is. It's the sort of tune he might have heard, but would be impossible to play on the pipes. I sometimes played the squeeze box when I was in a folk band, but like the bagpipes, it's a bit of an art getting the air into the instrument's lungs for when the notes are required and no way could it compete with Rick Wakeman on the electronic instruments he played on Close to the Edge.