I was inspired by the story of the man who bought his first bagpipe after learning that he had been a passenger on a passenger train from Boston to London. 

The train was running on time, but it was late at night, and there was a big crowd on board. 

I was just a kid, so I got on, bought a bag, and started playing. 

As the train was getting closer and closer to the station, I began to think, Wow, I wonder what would happen if I just threw on some headphones and played the music? 

What if I started the train again? 

Then I remembered that bagpipers were not allowed on the train, so after a while I decided to try. 

What a strange thing to do, but I did it anyway. 

It was pretty cool. 

In fact, I had played the bagpiper on the first train on the day that the story was told, so that was the perfect starting point for me. 

That is, until I tried to play on a bus on the next train. 

This was the bus, and my friend was on board too, so we all sat in a circle and played. 

At this point, I was so into the music that I was listening to it on the bus that I got very, very excited. 

Then, a bus passed by and I heard the sound of an approaching train.

I was not happy. 

“Oh no, I’m not playing on the same train as you are!” 

“What? 

No, it’s the same bus!” 

I panicked and got on the horn to warn the conductor that I needed to stop playing.

I sat in the bus for two hours before the conductor came and told me I could not play on the passenger train. 

 “That’s not how it works.

You can’t play on your own train!” 

Well, that was kind of scary. 

But thankfully, I did not make a big deal out of it, and that is how it was, for a week. 

After that, I started listening to the bagpipe on the commuter trains as well, and I was always happy to hear that the music was being played on trains. 

For me, playing on trains was something I did in order to escape the constant noise of my home town. 

If I had been living in the suburbs, I would have moved away, or at least lived in an area that had a less crowded commute. 

When I lived in the Boston area, there was almost no noise at all, and when I played, the music always sounded good. 

So when I was playing on commuter trains, I used to listen to the music on the trains, and just keep playing. 

 The music on commuter train and train cabins was much more relaxing. 

On a commuter train, there were just you and the music. 

There was no conductor or the music, and you just played whatever you wanted. 

You had to have the bag in your hand, but you could just listen to it and go along with whatever you were hearing. 

While on the rail, there wasn’t any noise, so you were free to play. 

Even on the cabins, you were just sitting in the cabin, listening to music. 

 I would often play on trains for two or three hours and I would stop playing because I was bored. 

Once, while playing on a train, I forgot my bagpipe and the conductor said something to me like, “That’s your bagpipe.” 

I looked at him and I said, “Yeah, I remember that, man. 

Thank you.” 

After playing for an hour, I noticed that I had no bagpiping left. 

 I said to my friend, “So, how are you doing?” 

“I’m just fine.” 

“Yeah, you’re just fine. 

How are you feeling?” 

I replied. 

He responded, “It’s fine.” 

  It just goes to show that playing music in the cabin of a train is much more comfortable than on the street or on the streetside. 

Besides, I am pretty sure that I would still be playing if the train had been full of people playing music.