Top 5 ways to tell you’re taking this whistle thing WAY too seriously:
You tuck in your whistles before going to bed.
You have altered the inside pocket of your jacket to accommodate mutiple whistles.
When driving, you now can steer better with your knee than with your hands.
You’re thinking about the whistle you want to get next, while the whistles you ordered last week haven’t even arrived at the music store yet.
And the # 1 way you can tell you’re taking this too seriously…
You’ve had a dream where you went for a drive to the place where they make Albas to check out their low d’s, and you live in Minnesota which would make the drive through the atlantic really hard!
Btw, a question for low d owners: Not that I ever drive while playing, uh, but is it possible to drive while playing a low d? In theory?
This is the sad tale of Phineas Gage.
Lost his life while drivin’,
But not to the dreaded road rage.
The tale is true, it’s not my contriving.
Phineas was a gentle being.
Never gestured with his hand.
A driver in need was always seein’
Phineas with courtesy to extend.
Irish Trad. was the music he loved
And the tinwhistle was his obsession.
At stoplights in his mouth he shoved
Whatever whistle was in his possession.
One fated, rain-slicked freeway day
A fender-bender took Phineas unaware.
Suddenly stopping, as a slip-jig he played.
Alas, Phineas kept goin’ through the jig and the Air.
The low D Overton would not bend
But his head, Over-matched, did.
There the lovely Overton end
Sprouted from the top of his head.
T’was fate, some said, that sad, sullen day.
T’was the speed he tried to attain.
But the Wise-ly simply turn away
Sayin’ “He just had a whistle on the brain.”
Vinny
[ This Message was edited by: Vinny on 2002-11-06 13:53 ]
"Some months after the accident, probably in about the middle of 1849, Phineas felt strong enough to resume work. But because his personality had changed so much, the contractors who had employed him would not give him his place again. Before the accident he had been their most capable and efficient foreman, one with a well-balanced mind, and who was looked on as a shrewd smart business man. He was now fitful, irreverent, and grossly profane, showing little deference for his fellows. He was also impatient and obstinate, yet capricious and vacillating, unable to settle on any of the plans he devised for future action. His friends said he was ‘No longer Gage.’
“As far as we know Phineas never worked at the level of a foreman again. According to Dr. Harlow, Phineas appeared at Barnum’s Museum in New York, worked in the livery stable of the Dartmouth Inn (Hanover, NH), and drove coaches and cared for horses in Chile. In about 1859, after his health began to fail he went to San Francisco to live with his mother. After he regained his health he worked on a farm south of San Francisco. In February 1860, he began to have epileptic seizures and, as we know from the Funeral Director’s and cemetery interment records, he died on 21st. May 1860”
