I came into the house this afternoon to the sound of a strange, inhuman moaning coming from upstairs.
I had some things to do, so I tried to ignore it, but it began to sound like some poor animal was suffering, so I went up to investigate.
It seems that Genia (pronounced, “Jenny,” short for Evgenia), has brought home a strange, big black whistle, with silver looking keys, a flared out end and a very strange mouthpiece with no voicing window and some kind of bamboo thing strapped to the bottom of it.
She showed me how to blow on it, and I found that I could make a major scale in one octave very easily, but couldn’t figure out how to get it to play the second octave. And it’s really LOW! It’s about the size of a low D whistle, but it plays a lot lower than that.
Genia took the strange black whistle back, and within a couple of hours seemed to be treating it better, because it stopped moaning and began playing fairly respectable scales. I was so relieved. It was obvious the poor thing had been really suffering.
Things could be worse, it could be a tenor sax. Lovely when played well. Sounds like an entire herd of flatulent elephants when played by yours truly… :roll: