Oh, and I forgot to mention, on the “watering the flute” issue, I am old enough to have witnessed this ceremony in its hayday. In London, in 1974, we would go to “The Favourite”, just off Holloway Road for the weekly music sessions. This is the pub where “Paddy in the Smoke” was recorded. These were not participation sessions as we now know them, but more like informal concerts. In the main session on “Sunday morning” (actually about noon, conveniently after Mass), Jimmy Power (fiddle), Reg Hall (piano) and Paddy Malynn (sp?) (box) were the mainstay. But if they spotted singers or musicians in the crowd, they would be hauled up for a few items.
On one such day, we (a bunch of Australian musicans) were hauled up and received a great reception, a statement about the power of alcohol to spread good will to people of all nations. As I came down, an old chap asked to look at my flute, which was a modern metal one (I hadn’t found a suitable wooden one at this stage). He pored over it, showing it to a friend and they both tried to work out where to put the fingers. I showed him and he tried to play it, but without much success. The thumb keys confounded him in particular. He said “you must be a very good flute player indeed to be able to play a flute like this”.
He then pulled out from his inside coat pocket his own flute, an old German flute, having received the nod from Jimmy that he was invited to play a few tunes a bit later. I took a close look - it was painted in epoxy in an attempt to seal the myriad small cracks, and clamped with Cheney hose clamps at the sockets to force the big ones closed. Inside was coated with a white crust. I could only get a few notes out of it, and found myself echoing his words, but with quite a different meaning. “You must be a very good flute player indeed to be able to play a flute like this”.
“We’d better give this a watering”, he said to his friend, and so one of them put a thumb over the end, while the other poured some Guinness from his pint into it. They sloshed it back and forth a few times, and rotated it to the limit they could without too much Guinness escaping from the finger holes. The thumb was then removed and the Guinness emptied solemny back into the glass for subsequent consumption.
The flute player (who’s name I can’t remember), then slipped his false teeth out and slipped them into the outside pocket of his coat - “can’t play with them” - and a few minutes later was called up to the stage. He was an older man, and so a little short for breath (no doubt exascerbated by the remaining leaks on the old flute), but he ripped through a few tunes with great style if not so much tone and tune. I could only wonder what he might have sounded like on a good flute.
The moisture would certainly have helped by closing up the many small fissures previous waterings had created, sealing leaking pads, etc, and reducing the boundary effect over the crusty lining of the bore.
No longer recommended practice!
Terry