I'd second Denny's secondment. Cathy's talking a lotta sense. I've been on Patrick's list since 2006. I email him every Christmas to say hello. I expect that he'll contact me when he's ready to start on what will become 'mine'. You can't rush greatness. When we last spoke about it he reckoned 6/7 years all in.
m.d.
David Migoya wrote:how about newly-acquired keyed Olwells from the maker?
how long did you wait?
I waited decades, but that was for perfect, dark and straight-grained cocus. He only makes about one of those per year, and that's IF he can get the log.
Maybe this thread has run its course. The Olwells make very fine flutes -- some would say the best -- and we'd all like to have one. Some can and do, and that's great. Regarding wait time, contacting them will give the best information available.
So, using what we have, I bet there's still a good tune to be had.
Charlie Gravel
“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
― Oscar Wilde
My keyed Olwell was received from Patrick and Aaron in December of 2008. I'm not quite sure, but I think this was 7 or 8 years after I ordered it... though it may have been 6... not quite sure.
Regarding wait time, contacting them will give the best information available.
From the makers you'll receive guess-timates. Wildly fluctuating and imprecise time frames that seem to be completely arbitrary. At one time it was estimated that a Bb keyed Wilkes would take 12-15 years, if you'd believe it.
From the customers who get the instruments you'll get practical hard facts. They know how long it really took.
David Migoya wrote:
From the customers who get the instruments you'll get practical hard facts. They know how long it really took.
Fair enough, but how long it took the maker to get through his list in the past is no guarrantee of how long it'll take in the future. At best, you'll get a picture of how good a guesser the maker was six or eight years ago.
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