I wonder if some folks know a whistlesmith’s heart;
Or how much inner person goes into his art.
We make it, sell it, and say take it or leave it;
When really we mean,“I hope they’ll receive it.”
And then what about when they send one on back,
And can not define what they say it does lack.
It’s ugly, unplayable, chiffy , or wierd;
Or that’s the worst whistle I ever heard!
We take it on back and it’s playable still:
Not chiffy or breathy or raspy or shrill.
At least not to my ear, anyway;
I find this whistle quite easy to play.
So we try once again with a prayer and a smile,
Determined to go down that long second mile.
And our consolation, our comfort and bliss
Is that someone will like one such as this.
And we set our goal, our purpose, and plan:
To make the best whistle ever known unto man!
The perfect whistle we know DOES exist.
I can relate to that one Mack. Thanks.
Sending out a whistle is sort of like sending your children out in the world. A lot of the maker goes into the whistle, and we all worry about how they will fare out there, how people will like them, etc.
On 2002-10-14 07:28, brewerpaul wrote:
I can relate to that one Mack. Thanks.
Sending out a whistle is sort of like sending your children out in the world. A lot of the maker goes into the whistle, and we all worry about how they will fare out there, how people will like them, etc.
Based on personal experience with Mack’s whistles, and upon what I’ve read of yours as well as Sandy’s, I don’t think the three of you need worry too much!
And before too awful long I hope to be adding whistles from both of you to my collection…
I don’t usually use “LOL” (partially because I doubt whether people really are laughing out loud), but I truly laughed out loud when reading this one. I think most of us, even non-whistlesmiths like myself, can relate to these thoughts. It’s easier to hide under a bushel than to risk rejection, but we take that risk, and move forward.
Any good dog breeder understands exactly. You breed the best puppies you possibly can, socialize them as if they were to be your own, and tearfully send them off to live with strangers who you’ve investigated as carefully as you can and who you think/hope are worthy of this lovely pup. The explicit understanding is that if the placement doesn’t work, you’ll take him back, no questions asked.
But still, there’s the hope that it was done right and you’ll never see this little one again.
[ This Message was edited by: Chuck_Clark on 2002-10-15 09:08 ]
