Ahem.
The project is coming along, more slowly than I expected, but it’s developing well.
The first 3D printed whistleheads will be based on the high-resolution scan I obtained with the help of the crowdfunding campaign you asked about, of a good pre-1980’s D Generation. Since I’ve stopped offering tweaked D, Eb and C Generations, I think a vintage Generation-based D is the right place to start production.
In the last year or two I’ve had success turning already excellent vintage D Generations into not merely very good, but really stellar whistles. I’ll incorporate the insights I’ve gained from that work into the finished version of the classic-based whistle.
I tweaked the whistlehead I have the CT scan of and showed it to Blackie O’Connell. He said, “That’s a GREAT fooking whistle! That’s what a whistle SHOULD be.” (When I do these classic Generations, I take a very light touch. I don’t modify the plastic at all and everything I do is reversible.)
Here’s a comment from a gentleman in the UK I did some work for. The D he refers to is a pre-1980’s red-top D Generation:
“The whistles arrived yesterday and I’ve spent the last 24hrs giggling like a schoolgirl. The D is two and a half octaves of sheer perfection. I’ve never played such a perfect sounding, easy playing, sweet D (and that includes one of your tweaked red-tops). Every note will blow from gentle singing to real in-your-face brassy without breaking. It was a nice whistle before you got it, but nothing like this.”
And here, if you’re still reading this, is the story of how I came to decide which whistle to begin 3D printing production with. From Catskills Irish Arts Week 2017, this is an excerpt from Angels, Beggars and Castaway Things, A Forager’s Journey Home:
I finished the morning’s preparations and drove to the pavilion, arriving a little after 11:00 for the event scheduled to begin at noon. Within the first half-hour, my table was very busy and I hurried to keep enough whistles ready on the table. A man about my own age came over and held out a battle-worn pre-1980’s key of D redtop brass Generation. ‘I’ve played this for years and years,’ he said. ‘I bought it in 1970. It doesn’t work like it used to.’
The windway roof was completely worn off the first quarter inch of the beak, leaving the inside of the windway exposed. The windway floor was severely warped in an arch, closing off about half the original opening at the downwind end. And the inside of the mouthpiece was covered with a layer of crust from hundreds, maybe even thousands of hours of playing.
‘Let me see what I can do,’ I said.
I love those old, classic Generation whistles. Generation replaced the tooling in the early 1980’s and the whistles have never been the same. The really good vintage ones are special, and it delights me to bring them back to life, which I get to do two or three times a year.
A few months ago, I stopped offering tweaked Generations in Eb, D and C. As they come from the factory, the whistles no longer can be reliably tweaked, so I had to give up on them. (High G, F, Bb, alto A and tenor G tweaked Generations, however, are turning out better than ever.) Pondering the implications, I understood what to do.
When the University of Connecticut provided me with CT scans of my whistle designs, I also got scans of good examples of pre-1980’s Generation Eb/D, C and Bb whistleheads. I will turn those scans into 3D printing designs and create replicas of the original, treasured Generation whistles. It will take some time, as the technology and materials are still evolving, but I will do it, I promise. Those classic whistles MUST come back.
The 1970 redtop brass Generation was in rough shape. There was nothing I could do to repair the damaged windway roof, and I wouldn’t try to change the distorted interior geometry. This is archival work, and I take a very light touch to the original plastic on these historic instruments. I could do two things:
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Meticulously clean the whistle. I removed the crust from inside so not a single particle could be seen when sighting through the windway. Very important not to leave even the smallest crumb, as it will disturb the airstream and damage the sound.
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I installed a filler lattice under the windway. People stick a ball of poster putty to fill the cavity under the windway, and that cleans up some of the unstable notes. But poster putty or any solid filler deadens the sound. It took me ten years to finally come up with a solution I was satisfied with. I needed something transparent to sound waves, but that an airstream would see as a solid surface. Finally, I figured out how to create an open lattice that attaches under the windway. It works perfectly without altering the original plastic in any way.
I finished that work and tried the whistle. It was beautifully sweet and perfectly balanced between octaves. I thought, ‘This is special.’
Looking around, I saw Mary Bergin, talking to someone near the back of the hall. It was between sets of music, and a good time to approach her, so I went over and got her attention. She smiled when she saw me and said hello. I held out the whistle and said, ‘I wanted you to see this.’ Her eyes twinkled as she looked at it. That was the kind of whistle she played for many years before they stopped being produced.
‘Try it,’ I said.
‘Is it safe to play?’ She asked.
‘Yeah. I’ve worked on it.’
We stepped outside and she started to play, at first a little hesitantly. Her eyes lit up and she played on awhile. As she handed it back, she said, ‘Wonderful.’ ‘Isn’t it sweet?’ I asked. ‘Lovely,’ she said. ‘Good on ye.’
A little later, back at my table, Laura Byrne appeared. We chatted a minute and I handed her the whistle. ‘I want you to try this,’ I said. She played the whistle a long time, and beautifully. There, I could hear better than when Mary played it and I realized that was the best classic D Generation I had ever heard. Gorgeous.
After Laura had left and my table was quiet awhile, I began to think of angels. I’ve mentioned before, I don’t see angels, but at times, I’m keenly aware of their benevolent presence.
‘You brought me here to see that whistle, didn’t you?’ I asked. ‘Yes,’ I heard them say. (I can’t explain how this works, but it’s clear enough to me where the words are coming from.)"