Peg Leg Pete does make some wicked good flutes, doesn’t he?! Arrrr!! 
Is this true? Does one get too old to argue? Will i get too old to argue one day as well? I’m 42 this year and you’ve got me worried. 
PS. I don’t mind sucking spit with the right person. 
Now you’re getting it.
No, really trees, he’s learning.
See, not so long ago, yer invisible man posts an opinion about his flute, how great it is, how much he loves it after getting it a couple of months ago, how the maker’s underrated even though in business for 20 years, so on and so forth. I post a contrary viewpoint, he goes into one and orders me to ‘stop it’ and ‘let it go’.
Now, a very short time later, Tom posts an opinion about his Dixon flute and how he loves it after getting it 3 years ago, etc. and takes a bit of an exception to yer invisible man’s contrary opinion (even though hasn’t owned and played a Dixon rosewood flute, which of course explains the ‘judgmental’ remark Tom made earlier).
But, instead of blathering on at Tom about what a wonderful player he is, probably better than any of us guys thinks he is, what a fast learner, the value of listening which we obviously don’t understand, yadayada, yer IM, whilst expressing apparent surprise at being almost but not quite ‘jumped on’, concedes that the Dixon rosewood may in fact be as good as his Bleazey or indeed that the Bleazey may in fact be as good as a Dixon rosewood, and that therefore neither are world-class flutes. This is true, and is progress along the learning curve which is directionally correct.
Hence my expression of encouragement and appreciation, “now you’re getting it.”
was just kidding, though I do have several embarassing memories of thinking various instruments were the dog’s bllcks just after I’d got them only to find them lemons in the cold light of day.
Sounds like a case of Flute Goggles. Very effective when used in conjunction with Hose Clamps.
I almost spit out my oatmeal from laughing.
Cheers,
Aaron
I knew you were going to do that.
To lighten up this thread a lttle bit, I will relate part of a telephone conversation with a friend, who told me about her trip to the city yesterday. She wasn’t paying attention where she parked her car, and when she came out of the seminar, she couldn’t find her car. So she hired a cab, who ran up a $25 cab fare driving all over downtown until she spotted her car in the parking lot next to the hotel where the seminar was held. Oh well, it is just time and money. I am glad that I wasn’t with her. I generally am a patient person, but…
Yoww! Me too! Makes you wonder what was actually retained about the seminar?
Yep, ‘Thar he blows!’ Peg Leg Pete would exclaimed when I played
the flute. Odd fella, actually–got real nervous and started
scratching his wooden pegleg when the conversation turned to whales
and such. Would do anything to change the subject. Once I
mentioned Moby Dick and hobbled off in
a hurry, muttering that it was a venereal disease.
Yep, ‘Thar he blows!’ Peg Leg Pete would exclaim when I played
the flute. Odd fella, actually–got real nervous and started
scratching his wooden pegleg when the conversation turned to whales
and such. Would do anything to change the subject. Once I
mentioned Moby Dick and hobbled off in
a hurry, muttering that it was a venereal disease.