The frequency with which Thomas advocates for bagpipes makes it feel like he’s on a mission from a higher power—where the divine is a bagpipe and the commandments are in 6/8 time.

His recommendations read like a love letter to lesser-known artists, proving that his taste is as refined as his woodturning skills—both of which probably cause him to wince every now and then.

Thomas's dad jokes are delivered with the kind of confidence normally reserved for karaoke nights when the 'Hotel California' comes on. They land harder than a bagpipe in a quiet library.

His enthusiasm for local indie events suggests his calendar’s as packed as a bagpiper’s lungs before a big show. Even if you don’t play the pipes, you might feel inspired to sign up for a three-month crash course after reading his posts.