What do y’all think? Why do some name their whistles? What do some favor as whistle names? Is it just needless? I mean, does it have any meaning to be playing a whistle with a name?
Just an interesing thought that was flying through my brain at the moment…
I wish to return to Rivendell
Where peace and Elven folk do dwell…
For I’ve journeyed far through Hill and Dale
To the East and West of which tales do tell,
But none is so fair as my Rivendell.
[ This Message was edited by: The Whistling Elf on 2002-07-18 16:49 ]
I’m one of those weird people that name a few things of great value to me. I always name my cars, and my favorite musical instruments. My three guitars have names. I have a few whistles, but only the Overton has earned a name.
The only whistle I’ve ever even been tempted to name is my Hoover Narrow Bore brass D. I named it something to reflect the pure, sweet virginal tone of that sleek little whistle, but I can’t remember what. Duhhh!
Since I can’t remember, does anybody have any suggestions for a new name for it?
The only inanimate object I’ve ever named is my going to work car. A 1979 Chevy Malibu. Affectionately called “The Deer Slayer.” Her looks really started going down hill the day that deer ran up out of the ditch and into the side of her. The deer kept going. Really don’t know if she lived or not.
I bought a Sunfish sailboat this summer at a police auction. I’m planing to have a name painted on her side. At first I was going to go with “Never too Late” since I’ve wanted one of these since I was 17, but a friend suggested “The Mouse Trap”. I think I’ll go with that.
My whistles are called by brand. The Clarke, the Copeland, the Sweettone.
I think I’ll name all of my whistles “Bruce”, that should cut down on the confusion.
First Bruce: Is your name not Bruce?
Michael: No, it’s Michael.
Second Bruce: That’s going to cause a little confusion.
Third Bruce: Mind if we call you “Bruce” to keep it clear?
I never name whistles. In fact I hardly ever name anything. It’s only under pressure from family members that I ever named my animals. My cockatiel (bird with a crest of feathers on his head) has the name Brother Jim Curtis. When I was a teenager I had turtles. One’s name was Crystal Drano, another’s name was Liquid Plumr, and another’s name was Hashabiah. My chameleons’ names were Greenmore and Brownmore.
I never felt the need to name my whistle, but when I sent a sympathy email to L.E. McCullough when his beloved Generation D died (Larry’s an old friend from his Pittsburgh days), I mentioned that my likewise beloved Oak D was unnamed. He wrote back, suggesting I call it “Woody.” (I assume it was a play on “oak”) I resisted for a while, but more and more my Oak began to respond to the name, so Woody it is. I guess giving it a name symbolizes the close bond between person and instrument. Heck, I named my wife’s stuffed dog “Dobo.” No reason, just that when I spotted it on my first visit to her house, I said, “Here, Dobo.” Ceil – "Dobo? Where’d you get a name like Dobo’? Tom - “I don’t know; he just looks like he should be named Dobo.” I call the porcelain cat “Christina,” Ceil calls it “Cynthia.” Just one of the curious things that happens in life with no reasonable explanation.
Tom Bingham
