I don’t usually tout stuff I’m doing on this blog. That’s for Facebook. But I go to Facebook about twice a year, get overwhelmed at the incredible time sink it can be, and flee.
However, this blog is about opening stuff to the rest of you that may not be in your normal circles of travel or the patterns of your lives. Hence, the posts about trees and forestry, faith, and the quirky side of life.
I like to whistle. Seriously, as in a serious way. I show up at a jam, and people look me up and down, looking for an instrument. They don’t see one, so they ask “what instrument do you play?” and I answer “I whistle,” which is more often than not met with a chortle or swallowed laugh and an “oh. That’s nice. Glad you’re here.” It’s hard (and rare) to be taken seriously.
Yet people often spontaneously tell me I’m pretty good. Mostly blues, but country & a little classical, too. So it was that in June, my kids were noodling around on the interwebs and stumbled on The International Whistling championships. They decided going to the competition was my birthday present. It’s in LA. Hollywood, actually. I live in central Pennsylvania.
I’m registered. I’m going. I’m competing. I’m looking forward to being among others who take whistling seriously. I’m looking forward to learning new skills & meeting new people.
I put in a little time in a recording studio a couple of years back, but it’s not in .mp3 format.I’ll try to get some of it updated, or maybe record a new bit to post.
I’ll let you know how it goes in Hollywood.