Monday, June 30, 2008

Life is Good

I noticed that I haven’t posted an entry for way to long… so I figured that I had better, or I may loose my fan.
The problem is, I’m not mad at anything, and I’m not feeling particularly obnoxious. I’m teaching myself the Tin Whistle, and that’s coming along just fine, I’m in training for the Wasatch Back Relay next June, and that’s coming along just fine. I’m finally finished with Silver Moccasin, so that’s a huge load off of my mind.
I finally finished Farworld and wrote my review over the weekend, so watch for that in the next couple of weeks.

So, life is good…
How about a song?

Thursday, June 19, 2008

She Moved Through the Fair

Probably my most favorite of Irish Ballads and Cara Dillon does a pretty good job of it. Take note of the two Tin Whistles.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

The Tin Whistle

Before I left for camp, Terri asked me what I wanted for Father’s day, and I told her that I wanted a Clarke Celtic Tin Whistle in the Key of D.
Before I go any farther, I had better explain. I’ve been going through a serious Celtic phase as of late. I don’t know why, maybe it’s a pre 40’s crisis, I don’t know. I’ve always loved Celtic music, it speaks to my soul. Then I started doing some genealogy, and found a distant cousin whose family still live in Great Britain. Then I went to see The Celtic Women and The High Kings, which culminated in a Kilt for the Utah Renaissance Festival, and now I’m lost…
So anyway, I’ve tried to learn instruments before. I played the clarinet in elementary school and junior high. But I never practiced because I didn’t really enjoy it. I tried to teach myself the guitar… with expected results. So I thought that if I tried the tin whistle, well, I have woodwind experience and, if I give up on it, then I’m only out 8 bucks and a Father’s Day present… Right?

I love this little whistle! My wife is recognizing tunes through all of my squeaks and really high squeaks. Two days and I can play “Amazing Grace” pretty well, and am working on an Irish drinking song called “The Wild Rover.”

Watch out world… a whistler has been born, well… almost.

By the way, camp was cold, snowy, and full of mud.

Thursday, June 05, 2008

A Week in the Mud

I'm going to be gone to Silver Moccasin – NYLT for the next week.
I’ve been doing this for 5 years now, and I believe that this is my last summer.
I just wish that this, my last course, was not going to be a huge, snowy, mud-hole!

Wish me luck… *Sob*
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