Steve Farrell passed away Sunday, April 9, 2006. Ar dheis Dé go raibh sé.
The name might not be familiar to many of you, but he was a stalwart member of the SoCal Uilleann Pipers’ Club, and we are going to miss him.
This is very sad indeed! Always a shock when someone so young leaves us.
I competed against Steve many years ago at the Pleasanton Scottish Highland Games on Scottish Highland pipes. I think he beat me as well! He was a very nice gentleman and a fine piper.
I remember playing in a couple of competitions with Steve a number of years back…I think it was in Monterey…I remember being flabbergasted that there was another left-handed piper there. I didn’t know him but he certainly seemed like a nice guy. Very sad news indeed.
This is sad news for sure. Steve will be missed. It was always nice to see him at SCUPC meetings and tionols. It’s a bit strange how someone you see from time to time, but don’t know that well can be in your heart - maybe it is because we all have this obsession for this strange instrument. I always regarded Steve as a “brother in arms” - fighting the battle to learn how to play these darn pipes. We had a connection there.
Steve was about 60 years old, but appeared much younger. When Patrick, Gabriel and I went to play some tunes at his house for Steve and his wife about three weeks ago, when we were saying our goodbyes, Patrick told him “We’ll have some tunes again together soon…” to which Steve responsed “Yeah, sooner or later…” Still had a great sense of humor. I’ll miss him.
I’m shocked!!! He was indeed a true gentleman and will be sorely missed. He let me stay in his home for one of the tionols, he and his wife were the best of hosts. I still can’t get over the news. My sincere condolences to his family.
He has always been a very nice guy and very supporting.
He moved a few blocks away from me about a year ago. We would call each other occasionally to play a few tunes together, but every time the other had something going on. I am always busy with my kids and Steve had his family things going on.
You always feel like you have all the time in the world.
These last few Tionol in California he’s been there, and he once complimented my playing in a very generous way. We got to talk a little bit, and I felt an immediate affection for him. What a strange thing, that someone should be there, in the thick of it, struggling like the rest of us to figure it all out, to try to squeeze music out of this Machine that we all unite (and divide) ourselves around, and suddenly… What does it mean? I wish I could have spoken with him more.