“Never give a flute player a screwdriver.”
“And if there come the singers and the dancers and the flute players–buy of their gifts also. For they too are gatherers of fruit and frankincense, and that which they bring, though fashioned of dreams, is raiment and food for your soul.”
–Kahlil Gibran, in The Prophet
Hi. … Welcome to Spring. With gasoline currently on the wrong side of $4.00 a gallon, you’re probably not going on many of those Sunday drives, with the top down on the ol’ Buick. What you might do till this whole thing blows over, is find a tree somewhere in the yard, or plant one, then sit under it, and play your flute.
I think some of you folks are doing just that. I sold 17 flutes in the first three months of this year, which is twice the number sold during the same period over the last three years. The flute is turning into the perfect recession fighting tool. Although you can’t make soup out of it, you can noodle away on it, for free, until the economy flips over and rights itself. If things get REALLY bad, and you find yourself in some tent city, you can either play it for spare change, or set it on fire for a little warmth. It’ll make things all toasty for about a minute.
This was “Rip and Rout” week here at Rancho Relaxo. It’s the once a year mini-fest wherein I cut the insides out of a bunch of exotic woods, and find out first hand if the shavings are really as toxic as Google says they are. The sticks included Yacushapana, Amazique, Cedar of Lebanon, Port Orford Cedar, Huangana Negra, Buckeye burl, Myrtle, Cambodian flamewood, Afzalia, and a few more I can’t spell. Unless my flutes continue to fly off the shelves, this should last me until this time next year.
About ten days ago, I took an intermediate-advanced flute playing class at the
Lastly, from the Upcoming Events Desk here at Querencia…..I had originally intended to defend my first place flute building title at this year’s Oklahoma Flute Festival, held in early October. Instead, on Sept 26-28th, I’m going to participate in the first Yosemite Flute and Art Festival, in Oakhurst Ca. which according to my globe and measuring string, is about 1100 miles closer to home. Five days later, I’m thinking I’ll participate in
Well, that about does it. Remember, do as I say, not as I do. Practice, practice, practice.
Vato – Nice pic of you taking it easy in that ‘easy chair’. (See, I write like you.) What!…..no tequila?
I noticed the ‘doo-rag’ on your head. If I remember correctly, you have a great head of hair – much like Adolph Marx, aka Harpo.
Shame to hide it amigo…now you look a lot like one of our mutual heroes – Greg Jones!
I’m not sure why you think you were the worst player in my class. I don’t know that there is such a person. Everyone has their own strengths.
Hope you’re neighbors enjoyed your ripping. I”m sure it was loud. BTW who took the photo? One of your many crows?
See you in Yosemite.
Not sure what that thing in your hands is… oh wait, it’s a flute. I need to get my mind out of the gutter… 🙂
Good morning sunshine… I think. Its still early yet. Hope to see you at the beach this afternoon. Please keep Feb 28 & March 1 in mind since we would like for you to display your art at The Hermosa Beach Theater. May all of your parcels arrive safely and may you never run out of margarita makings.
(aka – UPS CS bestest)
Love your rantings/musings/
ramblings/ruminations. And the photos are fabulous. Makes me wish I could “Flute.”
Have been fiddling,(should that be the wrong word?), with a harmonica, and have a recognizable if not passable “Oh Shanendoah.”
Especially love to gently play it between cliffs down the Grand Canyon, ’bout half a mile up from Indian Gardens. (Oh, and by the way, I found out that a nylon extended-mag belt pouch for a nine milimeter Glock holds the harmonica nicely on my belt.)