I can honestly say, Dale, that you have changed my life. Once, I was just a normal zhlub, dragging myself thru an unchanging, dreary, beige landscape of life. I stumbled on your site and became transformed.
Now, not only do I now have more whistles than I can carry, as well as fifes, flute-like objects and a stray ocarina, I also have a couple of wonderful flutes all of which I cannot play worth a poo. Recently an obsessive desire to take up the hammered dulcimer has come over me ( perhaps I need a musical instrument which, even if I cannot play it, I can hit with a hammer). I have been driving around town with Uilleann pipe music wailing. When I pull up to a light, hip-hoppers roll up their windows and pretend to ignore me.
With your unwitting encouragement I have embarked on a descent into WhOA, IrTrad, madness, degeneracy and Celtic festivals.
Ach, Roger…Be careful. On the road to hammer dulcimers, dragons be…
If ye think whistles are addictive, ye have not yet lived…Been there for 20 years. No way out. And that’s OK…