It is high noon here in Texas and before I go back to work I would like to make a question. I have noticed that many whistle tunes suggest a story.
With that in mind and if someone wrote a comtempory whistle tune what would you name it?
Bye Bye Bush, Hello Hillory, Governor of California, Bin come out come out where ever you are, Other, Fly me to Mars, Chiff & Fipple Banter,
Governor of Minnasota, …
I write contemporary whistle tunes all the time. The following list of titles are from July 4, 2005 on. The majority are whistle melodies, but others would sound better on other instruments.
#1 Dandelion - weak verses, decent chorus melody #2 Precious moments - strong open (Broadway style) saccharin chorus lyrics #3 As the violins play - dark song about loving someone slowly killing himself/herself #4 My last dying breath - dedicated to the spirit of the British people after a day of terror bombings #5 Nothing you say - free from an ex-lover or family member #6 We are One Light - dream song from Sonny Bono #7 Another grey sky - plodding and whiny song #8 Time and Tide - meditative soothing melody and lyrics #9 Man without a name - a song for the tumbleweeds and campfires #10 Make the nightmare go away - about a young runaway #11 Come back to the ocean - a Kansas license plate sighting inspires this song #12 It’s too easy - a friend’s funeral today #13 Sing - group project #14 Hold your breath - sort of stuck, sort of okay
In my experience, political songs are tough to write and even tougher to pull off on whistle. Most are better suited to folk singers on guitars. Humor works better than heavy handed preaching.
Down here in Southern MD I have a neighbor, Ed White and his wife Kara, who has a big old house. While he normally keeps the barnyard animals where they belong, we had a T5 tornado come through the county some years back and the best he could do was brang them animals into the main house. Lord what a stink and the ruckus they raised! The worst was Jennie his jack-ass which darned near tore down everything that they built, not to mention the constant braying all night long.
That is the last time my friends Ed and Kara will bring that old jack-ass into their domicile!
Forest of Pine, Forest of Pine,
Oak on the Mountain, where I drink my wine…
So I can laugh to the humor of one Bloomfield
and kiss all the lilies on the wide open field
Forest of Pine, Forest of Pine,
Oak on the Mountain, where I drink my wine…
You know its too funny, that guy Bloomfield,
he has an evil twin that dresses him in teal
I use a tool called a drilling jig to get the holes in my whistles all lined up. I’ve thought for a long time that The Drilling Jig would be a great tune name.
I’m back in the Susato again
out in the pub with a friend.
Where the whiskey is rye
and the scotch is dry.
Whistling a tune with no end.
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I once saw John Doonan playing at the Durham Folk Festival: after a set of jigs, someon easked the names of the tunes, and he answered, “well, the first one’s called Badgers on the Icefloe…”