Okay here’s a really good one. After three days of over-the-top consumption of meats, garlic mashed taters, appetizers, nuts, desserts, booze etc, the Weekenders basically poisoned constitution has run aground to a generalized cold/flu-like malaise. I wheeze as i type.
Part of the pathology of this are very weird dreams.
Last night, I dreamt that someone handed me an instrument that was rather like a soft plastic tube that had been kind of flattened or squashed but the length of the low D. Someone (a hideous faceless apparition of combined whistle-pals) said, “Here, try this.”
I politely took it and said, “Oh, this must be a low D whistle.” Then i started to look at it to count the holes. First, I noticed six on top. No problem, I turned it over, and it had six on the back. Then I noticed that, in between the first and second set of three, were about 12 little tiny holes. Then I turned it aright and another 12 had grown between the top sets. I had no idea what to do with the extra vents but I bravely began to try and play it, noting first “I always have problems with reach.” The faceless presenter then said, “Don’t worry, just fold it.” Suddenly I realized that you could take the lower half of the whistle and pull it up in front of top half, creating a “u” with center section. “Sorta like a saxophone,” I thought, then realized that was all wrong.
Anyway, I tried to play it and realized the “genius” of having it fold up for arms length issues and made a mental note (yes, that happens to me in dreams, I know I am dreaming but remind myself to think of what I dreamt when I wake up) to tell all of you builders out there to make one of these wacky things (sorta like the serpent horn, I guess). The only thing I remember after that was a breathy low sound, sorta like one of those Shaws, then I woke up in a sweat.
Fevered times these. Ready for a fast and a walk in the rain.
Phew…
