Lost in Space
Jarrod was able to solve the mystery of where my missing shaving cream and razor went. Apparently our mirror opens up and someone put it in there to be stored. This is black magic to me since they would have been stored there all along had I known that. Mirrors opening, that's craaazy shit. I'd had to shave with a camping razor and since I've barely seen my roommates since school started, I had no way of knowing where or why the moved it. I'd kinda thought that it was weird for them to move my razor and shaving cream and not put them in my room or any place where I can find them. Now it all kinda makes sense...
I still can't find my fucking tinwhistle though and for this I am totally freaking out. I've never realize just how addicted I was to that thing. I think it is jealous of my mandolin and has run away. Jarrod made a joke that it ran away with a can of beans and a spoon. I always apreciate a clever Tom Robbins reference. I did some calling around and found that Artichoke Music (one of the few companies in the world that I endorse--the others being Guinness, Jameson, and Nice Burger--sells Clark whistles in the same make and model. That way the feel will be right when I buy a new one. But--forgive me for whining like a little bitch--I don't wanna buy a new one! I want MINE! The whistle that got me through two years in Africa. The whistle that got me through two days in the land of the oppressors (Portugal), a day in New Jersey, and a year in Stumptown. The one that has sandpaper glued on the bottom to keep my fingers from slipping when I'm playing in the tropics and sweating. The one that has a Guinness sticker attached with Peace Corps medical tape. The one that I played "The Inner Light" on for the last three or four years and still have a tear in my eye every time. I want that one.
At first the only place I knew around here that had tinwhistles was the Scottish Country Shop by my house. It's an admirable shop, but it just wouldn't be right playing Irish music on a Scottish whistle. Granted, they're all probably made in China anyway, but fuck it, I have priorities. Also, they only had Generations, which are good enough (I do own a C and a G), but I really prefer the solid body of a Clark Original.
The reason for the hurry is that Artichoke, who I have already mentioned, is starting an Irish Session class, and I was wanting to practice up knowing that I have been forsaking my whistling. Never again.
I still can't find my fucking tinwhistle though and for this I am totally freaking out. I've never realize just how addicted I was to that thing. I think it is jealous of my mandolin and has run away. Jarrod made a joke that it ran away with a can of beans and a spoon. I always apreciate a clever Tom Robbins reference. I did some calling around and found that Artichoke Music (one of the few companies in the world that I endorse--the others being Guinness, Jameson, and Nice Burger--sells Clark whistles in the same make and model. That way the feel will be right when I buy a new one. But--forgive me for whining like a little bitch--I don't wanna buy a new one! I want MINE! The whistle that got me through two years in Africa. The whistle that got me through two days in the land of the oppressors (Portugal), a day in New Jersey, and a year in Stumptown. The one that has sandpaper glued on the bottom to keep my fingers from slipping when I'm playing in the tropics and sweating. The one that has a Guinness sticker attached with Peace Corps medical tape. The one that I played "The Inner Light" on for the last three or four years and still have a tear in my eye every time. I want that one.
At first the only place I knew around here that had tinwhistles was the Scottish Country Shop by my house. It's an admirable shop, but it just wouldn't be right playing Irish music on a Scottish whistle. Granted, they're all probably made in China anyway, but fuck it, I have priorities. Also, they only had Generations, which are good enough (I do own a C and a G), but I really prefer the solid body of a Clark Original.
The reason for the hurry is that Artichoke, who I have already mentioned, is starting an Irish Session class, and I was wanting to practice up knowing that I have been forsaking my whistling. Never again.