Liechti, who plays the Great Highland Pipes expertly and joyously enough to make a brace of haggis frolic drunkenly on th'moors, looks exactly the way we imagine a bagpiper should: flowing white hair and beard, aristocratic nose centering a handsome, ruddy-cheeked face, just so tall, just so wide, just enough paleness to the sturdy legs half-bared by his tartan kilt. This fellow tosses the caber of authenticity right outta the kingdom.
