Ten years after its release a fascinating documentary was made about how the film changed, or did not change, the lives of those involved. For several it was the opportunity to create successful careers. For others it was a blip. Ten years later one was selling peanuts on streetcars.
When I first heard his “Piper to the End” I assumed it to be a traditional Celtic folk song. It is not. He wrote the song about his uncle, Freddie, who was killed in France in 1940 at age 20. Haunting indeed.