The art of the siffleur is a neglected genre: come back Ronnie Ronalde and Percy Edwards... or even The Beatles (OK that was really Percy again, but spare me Roger Whittaker please):
http://thurly.net/p9p
http://thurly.net/p9q
If you believe it is possible to whistle in French (replete with gallic angst) try Kurt Savoy, the self styled Roi de Siffleurs:
Not always in MY house, either. My previous cat, he seemed to have a very sensitive ear, every time I tried to whistle he started howling at me in an incredibly threatening manner, that clearly said: "Stop this RIGHT NOW, or so help me, I'll..." Softly whistlng a simple note was enough to make that puss sour. Even an attempt to blow any kind of sound from a harmonica met the same reaction. Quite intriguing. I've never met another cat so "musically sensitive" so far.
Sich a pity that was before the days of YouTube, I never thought of recording the whiskered critic. Vaya con Dios, Mimi Siku, you were the mastah of da 'hood, yo. And so elegant! A pitch-black half-siamese (or half-angora, his mom wasn't quite sure which one was the father ;-). There's a wall that still has that rooster head stuck on it after you had your fun, you crazy panther, you.
They say cats are distant, aloof, two-faced, but this is completely false. (Advisory: cutesy link of the JAPANESE bizarre kind!) If you just pay attention to their way of expressing, you'll realize cats never lie. Actually they're just zen schizos. (~_^)
Congrats, Eo, now you've finally blogged one of MY absolute fave musics. :-)
Tommy, Interestingly, in the village where I used to live, there was a guy nicknamed "the Tak-tak". (I think it means something like "rattled brain", but I'm not sure.) Other folkloric nicknames heard here and there included Stalin the bus driver, and Sultan the goatherder. (PLEASE don't ask me which one was the bald and which the ugly! I've already ratted on the goof...)
Some of the GENUINE names weren't less, uhm, "creative". One of our neighbors was very officially called "Wolf". Among his brothers were "Tiger" and "Lion". There might also have been a "Hawk" somewhere. All authentic arab names, FYI. I guess their dad liked proud animals... We used to refer to their family house as "the menagerie". Really. They COULD be rather loud at times...
Some kid in there played the clarinet in a way that sounded just like a sobbing donkey. With constipation. Yes, I'M SURE they weren't slaughtering an ACTUAL donkey for dinner!!! Now, a zebra, THAT would have been more plausible. :-D
The art of the siffleur is a neglected genre: come back Ronnie Ronalde and Percy Edwards... or even The Beatles (OK that was really Percy again, but spare me Roger Whittaker please):
ReplyDeletehttp://thurly.net/p9p
http://thurly.net/p9q
If you believe it is possible to whistle in French (replete with gallic angst) try Kurt Savoy, the self styled Roi de Siffleurs:
http://thurly.net/p9u
Whistling in decline?
http://thurly.net/p9r
Not in my house!
"siffleur", now there is a word you don't see often. I actually found its meaning at: www.talktalk.co.uk
ReplyDeleteNot always in MY house, either. My previous cat, he seemed to have a very sensitive ear, every time I tried to whistle he started howling at me in an incredibly threatening manner, that clearly said: "Stop this RIGHT NOW, or so help me, I'll..."
ReplyDeleteSoftly whistlng a simple note was enough to make that puss sour. Even an attempt to blow any kind of sound from a harmonica met the same reaction. Quite intriguing. I've never met another cat so "musically sensitive" so far.
Sich a pity that was before the days of YouTube, I never thought of recording the whiskered critic.
Vaya con Dios, Mimi Siku, you were the mastah of da 'hood, yo. And so elegant! A pitch-black half-siamese (or half-angora, his mom wasn't quite sure which one was the father ;-).
There's a wall that still has that rooster head stuck on it after you had your fun, you crazy panther, you.
They say cats are distant, aloof, two-faced, but this is completely false. (Advisory: cutesy link of the JAPANESE bizarre kind!)
If you just pay attention to their way of expressing, you'll realize cats never lie. Actually they're just zen schizos. (~_^)
Congrats, Eo, now you've finally blogged one of MY absolute fave musics. :-)
Tommy,
ReplyDeleteInterestingly, in the village where I used to live, there was a guy nicknamed "the Tak-tak". (I think it means something like "rattled brain", but I'm not sure.) Other folkloric nicknames heard here and there included Stalin the bus driver, and Sultan the goatherder. (PLEASE don't ask me which one was the bald and which the ugly! I've already ratted on the goof...)
Some of the GENUINE names weren't less, uhm, "creative". One of our neighbors was very officially called "Wolf". Among his brothers were "Tiger" and "Lion". There might also have been a "Hawk" somewhere. All authentic arab names, FYI. I guess their dad liked proud animals... We used to refer to their family house as "the menagerie". Really.
They COULD be rather loud at times...
Some kid in there played the clarinet in a way that sounded just like a sobbing donkey. With constipation.
Yes, I'M SURE they weren't slaughtering an ACTUAL donkey for dinner!!!
Now, a zebra, THAT would have been more plausible. :-D