Thank you John, I’m blushing furiously! Seriously though, I agree wholeheartedly with everything you said. It is the ‘swing’, and this stuff is, at its heart, dance music. Everything else is the icing.
As a classically-trained Boehmer myself, I’ve often wondered whether it would be easier to do this had I been a raw beginner. Uninfected, if you will. And after 10 years fooling with Irish music – the last 5 or so with an actual wooden flute – I still can’t say one way or the other. But being able to play all the notes at session speed right off, being able to cruise along in our band, etc. ultimately let me fake it for a very long time – and be lazy as far as getting any more real with it, too.
(But you know, I guess even the audience somehow sensed this inauthenticity – they never responded to my playing the way they’ve done lately, even though I used to just FLY, all sound & fury & technique & cheek … or maybe fear of my own lameness and what it would take to fix it?)
And re: wooden flutes. For me, I did not open the Ormiston’s box the week before all our St. Pat’s gigs and get ‘instant Irish’ (I’d sure expected to … and must admit I’m still seduced by this dream with other flutes). Heck, it’s only been the last year or so – since I started the off-and-on lessons that got me really immersing myself in this – that these stupid sticks are starting to sound even vaguely proper. (But I can make them sound surprisingly Boehm-like
)
So I guess in my case it hasn’t been the flute. It hasn’t been the casual listening. It hasn’t been the ornamentation, or variation, or improvisation, or technique, or being able to play insanely fast (:oops: oh, how I rue that phase) – it’s been, like my Most Esteemed Teacher (I’m starting to want to call him Sensei) says, total immersion in practice and sessions and listening and playing and …
So I think the rule’s still the same: play what you have, and play your fingers off. Listen, listen, listen. Learn, learn, learn. Try to understand where the music came from, why it is the way it is, and then honor that as best you can.
That, to me, that’s what defines authentic.
But dang. It’s amazing how much work it takes to make things sound effortless.

Thanks again, John. You made my day.
And good luck, Caitlin! Welcome to the journey.