I recently received a donation of a very bad Eb Flute. It is nice looking enough and when you blow into it it makes flutey sounds. Sadly the intervals between those sounds don’t seem to relate to any know musical scale.
Making musical sense of it would require smoking large amounts of Pakistani Hashish.
I offer it here as possible fodder for would-be flute whittlers that would like to experiment with it. After whittling on the tone holes or embouchure to see what happens you could make a nice lamp. Or, you could slyly substitute it for your buddy’s Olwell at a session while he’s nursing his Guinness and watch his reaction when he picks it up and starts playing*.
If you like it (snorts loudly…regains composure) you can send a donation to the kids at Foyer de Sion in Haiti. If you don’t like it you can send them a donation anyway…might as well feel good about something through all this.
I’ll mail it anywhere in the Continental US for free. If you live elsewhere trust me…you don’t want to pay the postage.
Large quantities of Pakistani Hashish not included.
Doc
*Not responsible for any bodily injuries you may sustain while your buddy is returning the flute to you.
A pair of hep cats were in need of money, so Cheech and Chong decided to drive a truckload of Mexican pot into the US. Now, instead of hiding the pot in the truck, so as not to get caught at the border, the very truck itself, the body panels, etc., were made of pot, which then proved to be somewhat flammable, as the truck smoldered on down the road…
Good on you, Doc: truth in advertising. You can’t get any more up-front and foursquare than that. But there’s tarnish to the silver lining: you should have smashed it instead of letting it loose on the world. Srsly.
