By coincidence, the next day I came across a blog which suggested that at Murrayfield internationals, starting with the opening Six Nations match on February 4 against England, Scotland should run out to Ride of the Valkyries and the opposition to the theme from the Magic Roundabout.
Better still, I thought, why not have Scotland running on to the strains of Entry of the Gladiators, while the charioteers could be hailed with the theme from The Archers.
You can just hear it now as they sprint onto the field "Tum te tum te tum te tum, tum te tum te tum tum." Alright, it is an old Billy Connolly joke, but it has withstood the passage of time rather well.
Anyway it could provoke the same sort of outrage as boiled out of Clive Woodward after his precious lads had to dodge the pipers as they raced out into a barrage of Pipe Major McLaren’s Lament or whatever. Ah, bless!
There has also been a call for Scotland to find an alternative to Flower of Scotland, variously described as "a dirge", "a dragging up of old hostilities" and (a touch pompous this one) "a rather maudlin Scottish folk song of the worst kind".
Me, the worst I can say about it is that I am never quite sure when to come in but, once the crowd get going, I reckon it can be pretty rousing, although hardly in the same league as Cwm Rhondda or La Marseillaise.
When you drop down a notch from international rugby to the pro club game, it is only to be expected that the Welsh will again lead the way and Sosban Fach, formerly at Strady Park and now at Parc Y Scarlets, not only has the hairs on the back of your neck on end, but sung in Welsh and in three-part harmony is a musical revelation in itself.
Mind you, I did have another hair-raising experience a few years ago at Ravenhill as the only Scottish reporter in the press box as Ulster ran out for the second half in a must-win Magners League match against Edinburgh.
Stand up for the Ulstermen roared around the ground, the terraces already on their feet, those in the stand getting to their feet, the press box to a man up on their hind legs and joining in. And yes, that did include me because there was no way I was going to be seen to be the only one sitting down during what was a hugely intimidating - and I have to admit, memorable - couple of minutes.
There is hope for us in the RaboDirect Pro12 as well though since the Warriors have taken up a suggestion, mooted by my colleague and devout Glaswegian Alan Christie many moons ago, and have got the crowd belting out I belong to Glasgow before home matches. Sadly I can’t think of an appropriate Edinburgh equivalent.
Such is the power of music in sport that Cameron McAllister, a member of the media and communications team at Murrayfield recently completed a 150 page dissertation on the subject.
Fascinating reading it makes but there are times when it does come back down to more practical levels like the text I got at half time during the second 1872 Cup match: "Ron, can you not get them to shut down that Tannoy. I can’t hear Peter (Wright)’s words of wisdom on the radio."
Sometimes music does fulfil a wonderful purpose!