This is a WHISTLE REALITY CHECK question for those of you who have been fortunate enough to have spent a considerable amount of time in Ireland: What whistles do the “real” Irish play, i.e., real Irishmen/persons, in Irish pubs, at Irish sessions, and how to they feel about expensive American whistles?
I was kinda daydreaming about maybe being good enough one day to actually dare to travel to Ireland with a whistle in my pocket, but then realized with a jolt that while we love to talk about our Copelands and our Abells and our Sindts and our {fill in the blank with all the others}, can it be disputed that we Americans have a tendancy to overdo and overengineer everything, (including maybe our whistles).
If you pulled out a Copeland or an Abell at a session in Ireland(even if you played perfectly), would they nod at each other with that knowingly disdainful “Aye, we’ve got another AMERICAN” look and then pull out their untweaked Clarke originals, their Generations and whatever and play perfect, beautiful, pure Irish Music with Cheap Whistles as God Intended?
Mary Bergin, Geraldine Cotter, even Andrea Corr all play inexpensive whistles. OK, J. Madden plays Burkes. But I guess I was wondering…are the REAL Irish as WHOA smitten as we Americans? Is expensive whistle use as common over there as here? Im curious. Also, during a trip to Ireland last year, my mother asked a local shop where to get a good whistle, and she was told quite honestly by the shopkeeper “dont bother with a native whistle…all the good ones are made in the USA”.
OK, this was a long and rambling post, and I mean absolutely no disrespect to the fine craftsmen who make the wonderful whistles that I and all of you covet. But at the risk of sounding sacriligious, I’m wondering if there is a different mindset about whistles and whistling in Ireland than what tends to manifest itself in America and in forums like the Chiffboard. If so, I’d sure like a reality check and have someone in the know to tell me about it.
It doesnt really bother me that that wizened old Irishman in the smoke-filled corner of the pub in Dublin is shaking his head at my Copeland (again, no disrespect intended) and silently saying that I’ve missed the point of the whole thing, that beautiful music can and should be played on a real “tin” whistle, and that its silly to spend time talking about fancy whistle designs when you could simply be making music.
What bothers me is that he may be right.