Forbidden fipple love...

I get in weird moods and do strange things. This is a tale of great Woe (or WhOA rather)…

There was once a familly of whistles…

There was a Susato Low D, a Generation Bb, a Clarke C, and a mysterious D whistle with a black head and a nickle body (that sounds fantastic) in this family. I don’t know who is the mommy. That’s not really the point.

Anyway, The susato Low D met a lovely Soprano baroque recorder, and they fell in love

It was a forbidden match, but as they looked deep into eachothers fipples, they saw destiny.

Plastic on wood, cylinarial on conical, diatonic on chromatic, Soprano on Tenor. If this is getting to heavy, don’t read. Nevermind, that part is over.

They had a Baby. A BIG baby:

Yamaha Tenor Baroque Recorder.

The cousins came to see the baby:

Home-made PVC flutes, by yours truly (I’ll sell 'em if you’ll buy 'em. $20. I can also add chromatic pinky and thumb holes. I only recomend this on the G flutes).

And the second cousin once removed:

Native American flute (yes, the bird is being held on by a rubberband).

One happy family:

Four months playing the woodwinds total. Is that WhOA’ed enough for ya’?

Some of these cousins are not true kin
seeing as they ain’t got no fipples.

They look to me like holey mini woomeras …
:stuck_out_tongue:

cousins in the same sense that chimps are our genetic cousins. flutes and whistles are… “acoustic” cousins

:astonished: Despite the silliness of this (in a good way of course :wink: ) I can’t help but feel very badly for that poor, little soprano recorder giving birth to that HUGE tenor recorder. It just gives me the heebies thinking about it :boggle:

The recorder was the Dad… I think…

Either that or there was a surrogate mother involved.

I thought it was to personal to ask.

Those pesky labium ramps are the cause of all this rampant in- and outbreeding of whistles.

You are, ah, mistaken. I studied anatomy and I know.

Although not much study of anatomy is required to figure it out . . . :roll:

I thought whistles were dioecious. No signs of apophallation. But that might be what happened to the Native American flute.

Oh Jeez :roll: don’t ya get it?
Twas a recorder birth!


[edited to add “it” in the first line. Sorry about that Lambchop.]

. . . umm, no . . . :confused:

That is pretty crazy.

Cover your eyes, young man! :laughing:

:laughing:

I really enjoyed this story, Ninjaaron. You’re very creative.

I especially liked the part about the big black Susato and the sweet little blonde recorder producing the bouncing black baby with the blonde rings!

The photo of the little recorder nuzzling up to the Susato is adorable!

Thanks! :slight_smile: