thats just my point.
why the need to be apologetic about waxing lyrical?
is this a red neck blokey forum?
obviously in one of his “moods” that day 
Let’s try this again:
Please ease up for yourself and stop dissecting the lowly, Tal. It’s tedious. If it’s high art you demand, you’ll do better at the Louvre.
havin’ a lot of “those” days aren’t we
Can you hear my sigh thru the pixels?
yeah, I think that I do
I so need a couple of weeks alone on a mountain myself,
an’ it is the wrong season and so many other things…
Last night I was walking along a path that wound through a rainsoaked park, and through the still damp I came upon a lamplit stretch of freshly fallen and varying maple leaves like splatters of light dropped upon the dark pavement, stuck flat in their random arrangements of burnished warm gold to medium bronze that glowed richly against a matte but subtly textured somber ground the near-black color of wet ashes barely tinged with verdigris.
It would have made one of the most stunningly composed Japanese brocades ever possible. And there I was, treading on it. The perfection took my breath away.
Too dang many conifers around these parts…
There are a few nuisance trees about that are dropping leaves,
'bout the only color they do is yellow.
Hey, you’ll always have the sublime arraying of the “Flowers of Edinburgh” to admire, anyway. 
I do wish that they would all, some do, pick a corner and not spread it about the entire 14x14 foot stall.
Do you ever read them, like the I Ching or flights of birds?
obviously overlooking opportunity
I am sorry if I had a tedious effect. Don’t take me so seriously. Think of me as a Teddy Bore.
Its not high art that I am demanding. I just want to see a lot more of the blokes here letting loose and indulging their feelings and musings a bit more (in prolix, if you like) about things they love or are fascinated by. Generally I have noticed a tendency in these forums for the blokes to express true passion only when they are attacking someone or expressing hatred of things (as in ridiculing the Londonderry Air or bodhran neophytes). So I was disappointed to see your positive excitement above prefaced by the derogatory “purplish” comment.
If you find the last para. yet again tedious here is another one that might salvage this post:-
Its not high art that I am demanding but high fart.
It’s a fine point, talasiga, and perhaps even cultural. I don’t know if you’ll understand this, but I hope so: it wasn’t a derogation of my positive exitement; it was about how I found myself forced to go about conveying it. While I love description and the evocative in the English language, I still look somewhat askance at it when it’s my doing, eyeing the distance between the successfully clear and the unnecessarily bloated when being evocative. The evocative is risky business. Sometimes even bloat is the right thing to do, but not in this case, I thought. The “warning” was an acknowlegement of what I saw as a fact, and also an acknowledgment of the fact that I was already writing posts of, for me, highly caloric proportions in this thread (thus the “warning” was also a humorous attempt at a subtle “Um…too late” apology, and some will have gotten that; but that aspect wasn’t that important). While I’ll be the first to admit I don’t mind blackening a page, doing so is usually to entertain myself and only elicit groans; in fact I hold brevity and compression in my posts to be of the higher order, and while I seem to fall short of that mark all too often, I try for it for as much as it is possible for my purposes. If it’s laconic, so much the better (BTW, this is just me; let others do as best fits them, and God bless). In this case of attempting to accurately describe a personal experience, I found brevity to be out of my grasp, and since my purpose was not to entertain myself but to try to convey an experience, the rules of my inner game shifted. So, purple it had to be, and, as they say, if you’re going to knowingly eat poison you might as well lick the plate. In less misunderstandable terms: there it is, so go for it, and to the hilt; just make it readable and clear, Nano, for godsake.
So the “warning” was not just mere self-deprecation: as a form of applied etiquette without which I could not feel satisfied, it was intentionally a technique humorously (I hope) wrought in a wry apologetic flavor to humbly engage the reader in case he or she would honor me by being sympathetically engaged in turn in reading something so personal - it was a vulnerable disclosure - and that was my point of it. The humor was intended to leaven apology and lighten it so as to not drown in formality, and above all to signal that I wasn’t writing just to admire myself. That, for sure, was compression. Set as it was in such a highly loose, informal and colloquial fashion, obviously the technique did not succeed universally.
If I were to go on at length about something I would vilify, I would probably never preface with an apology, for vilification is usually outwardly directed. This may be a Yank Thing, for all I know, and I can see how it might seem topsy-turvy. It’s certainly a Me Thing: it’s a feature of my upbringing that the baldly self-referential is not ill-served when it comes with some small kind of apology, or at least a hint of its tone; in fact, at times it is well-served so, especially if there’s to be a lot of it. Again, that’s just me. Of course, one can overdo that sort of thing and, living in an agony of propriety (acknowledgments to Stephen King for those last five wonderful words), become a painful, obsequious, crashing bore. One should also know when being unapologetic is good craic.
At the risk of being that painful, obsequious, crashing bore myself, please accept my apologies for calling your question tedious; I had thought that my method and meaning were readily apparent, and that you were simply playing a word game.
I have learned how to be deadly brief in vilifying bodhráns. 
I’m too worn out after crafting this screed to look for typos. What say you do it, Denny.
Strange as it may seem I feel embarassed. I don’t know why.
perhaps its because I dont like my occasional short aside comments to detract from the topic.
Just on the issue of Eb preference for sessions, this comes up now and then.
I’d like to see more comments about it.
Well, it soon became obvious to me that we had misunderstood each other, and in any case I had been uncharitable. And I don’t like that. I normally would be very uncomfortable going on at length about my inner workings, and as they relate to how and what I write, but I felt you deserved that much since you gracefully carried on and clarified the matter by relating your disappointment, and frankly, I found that reaction very curious because of its direction. This is where I came to suspect that the matter might even be a cultural one: most Yanks, I think, wouldn’t have been troubled so even if they didn’t grasp the nuances I subconsciously intended, but whatever the case, seeing misunderstanding now so fully transformed by one little word from you into an opportunity to take the path to understanding, I wanted to illustrate for you why you can in good confidence put aside your disappointment felt for my sake, and the way I went about it, self-baring as it was, was the best I knew how, all things considered.
Plus, it proved to be a very interesting and excellent exercise in self-awareness for me, and a further challenge in communicating clearly. I hope I accomplished that last in some small way, and I hope to never have to do something so publicly revealing again if I can help it (Can I hear a “Good luck with that”, somebody?); for me, self-disclosure is like stripping buck-naked in the middle of a busy shopping mall, and not because I like it, but because needs must, and that’s where the mall analogy falls flat on its face.
Perhaps it was my discursive “nudity” that embarrassed you. Completely understandable, I should say: it’s not the same as if you could look away as from a window. If so, sorry about that; I didn’t know how else to go for best clarity in this case.
As for thread drift: it is simply a time-honored and celebrated C&F tradition. And some of us - like myself - are all about tradition.
But anyway, my figurative clothes are back on, and so now to get back on track:
I’ll tell you this: ever since the session I posted about, the fluter and I have been doing more Eb stuff as the chance presents itself. It’s almost as if it’s become a guilty pleasure. And just yesterday when I was playing (in D compass) at a pub with the fiddler, he said with a sly smile, “Yeah, y’know…I think I’ll be tuning ‘up’ again pretty soon,” and then went on to muse about deciding which fiddle he’d use as a dedicated Eb instrument. That’s saying something. There’s something about it that keeps us coming back now that we’ve done it.