I was involved in yet another late-night conversation with my lovely girlfriend Sarah the other day, which resulted in her dozing off on my couch. It was very late, time for her to head home, but she wouldn’t/couldn’t wake up.
In desperation I grabbed my Gen high G and began playing “It’s a Small World Afterall.” This roused her enough to throw a pillow at me, but she then dozed off again. My next number was a heart-touching, up-close rendition of Danny Boy, in the upper octave.
[Next day]…The doctor said that he might as well go ahead and take out my tonsils as long as he was in there removing that whistle…
I don’t know if you are a Christian or not but this situation reminds me of a favourite old testament passage. Proverbs 21:19 says “It is better to dwell in the wilderness, than with a contentious and an angry woman.”
Reminds me of how I used to deal with obscene phone calls. We had quite a run of them for a while, and I took to leaving my trusty Generation Eb next to the phone. As soon as the heavy breathing started, I’d put the business end of that whistle right next to the mouthpiece and blow as hard as I could. The calls stopped shortly thereafter.
Hmmm, reminds me of the last obscene phone call I got. It was years and years ago at about 3 in the morning. I picked up the phone and all I heard was heavy breathing.
I said “excuse me? Is this an obscence phone call?”
I heard an “umm ahh yeah” I then said “well, would you hurry it up I’m tryin to get some sleep here.” That took the wind out of his sails and he hung up lickety split and never called again.
I played a drunken version of King of The Fairies at 1.-2am one morning and the superstitous neighbour thought the grim reaper had come for him!He woke his son up to check if he could hear the devils pipe!
