anyone has the notes?
Tibetans don’t use our scale. It’s all out-of-tune except for the Octaves. Western Church bells are often tuned to our scale. In Nepal they say that you could sort through over 1,000 bowls before you find one tuned to one of our Western notes!
Notes from the net.
Trisha
Trisha, your remark is blowing my mind! As a drummer and collector of cymbals and gongs and bells (but not bowls - which are in fact, quite gong like) I am wondering…
I assume the poster would like to sound the bowl and play the whistle against the tone. So, you are thinking that she would have audible dissonance? … and is she looking for a certain note in a bowl, a D or a C… Is that attainable? I supose it is. Like a note on a bell. And do you suppose there are definite tunings on tibetan bowls. If anything, I thought it was random and arbitrary… Any other info to help me up this kearning curve. Thanks!
Isn’t the pitch of a Tibetan bowl obtained by the amount of water placed inside the bowl ?
Utter bosh. “Tibetan Bowls” is a hornpipe, and Eran wants either dots or abc. 
“Tibetan Bowls” may indeed be a hornpipe but looks as tho several of us have taken the “road less well travelled”.
I have watched Tibetan Bowls. The teams are generally of poor quality and I usually change channels before halftime.
Forgive me, but here hangs a tale.
I was living on the outskirts of Katmandu, near the Swayanbu
stupa. A large lugubrious American fellow
visited me–we played flutes together.
He brought with him the cap of a human skull
that had been sawed off a lama’s head.
Holes were drilled in the rim so that
incense sticks could be inserted.
He left it behind. So I took it
into town and found him.
‘You forgot your skull,’ I said.
He looked at me lugubriously.
‘It was a gift!’’ he said.
I was stuck with it. After awhile I used it
as an ashtray, later as a teacup.
When I went South I took it with me in
my backpack. I was in a hotel room in
Bombay with some Swedish hippies.
‘That’s no human skull…it’s a baboon skull,’
they laughed. ‘Tibetans sell them to foolish
tourists!’
Much relieved I left it behind in the hotel room.
I took the ferry to Goa, where I met
Mr. Lugubrious.
‘Where’s the skull?’ he asked.
I explained that it was a fake.
‘No,’ he said. ‘It’s real. It was very expensive,
it’s very holy. There are no baboons
in Tibet.’
I took the ferry back to Bombay and
went back to the hotel room, but the
skull was gone…thank heaven!..or
I’d still have it. Best
Earth to Parcour, come in Parcour, are you there? Aparently not
Jim, that was the story line from a Hardy Boys novel… or was that The Monkey’s Paw
In either case, berry bad luck… You will now need to wear a garlic necklace and chant at sunset for 40 days to break the curse… You have been warned.
Jim, you would probably really enjoy Mickey Hart’s book Drumming at the Edge of Magic.
at first i was imbaressed, i thought i got it all wrong…
but i guess there is such a tune…
hope to get it.
anyway, i really enjoyed the outcomming of this post…
Will look for Mickey Hart’s book; also wear garlic. Thanks.
Umm…could anyone tell that I was joking??? You know, “wink” emoticon, and all? :roll:
Tibetan Bowls are they related to the Camilla Parker Bowls?
MarkB
There’s some “e” in that Camilla P B 
Hmmmm… Are you guys talking about singing bowls? Bowls that come with a wooden stick that you rub around the outside of it, in order to produce a high pitched sound?
That’s the only kind of bowl I know of.
I thought there was a prince in Camilla
MarkB
Or a ram… 
…I have a ewe called Camilla…also a Ffion after that forgettable polital chappie’s Mrs…
Strange, but true