I believe what I have is a variant form of WHOA, perhaps not as severe in its financial consequences, but with other complications of its own.
Being seriously broke, I’ve had to rely on the kindness of C&Fers to provide hand-me-down whistles. Being a craftsman by profession, I thoroughly enjoy researching (with much generous help from those here) what makes a whistle work best, and applying that information to the poor orphan whistles entrusted to my care.
Now I have an excellent selection of tweaked Generation-type and Sweetone whistles, plus a Susato G Dublin someone gifted, along with C and D Clarke originals waiting for tweaking.
I feel I’ve accomplished all there is to achieve in that direction, short of going into the tweaked Generation-type whistle business. (But I’m still looking for hand-me-down whistles. I don’t have any Shaws, of which I’ve recently become enamored, and I can create tweaked Gen-type frankenwhistles and use them for gifts and trades, perhaps for a Shaw or two.)
However, I keep getting these ideas …
Lately, it’s been really bad. I’ve lost several hours’ sleep each of the last three nights because I can’t turn off the whistle research, development and design mechanism in my brain. It runs by itself and there’s nothing I can do about it, except let it design whatever it wants to.
I told my wife, I’m in the throes of a terminal brainstorm and she should make sure the life insurance is paid up. I’m exhausted.
Anyway, stay tuned. There’s some 150 year-old rock maple in the barn that’s calling me, and I think I’ve figured out what to do with it. (But be patient. This will take awhile.)
Best wishes,
Jerry