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At work today I had the theme song from Sanford & Son stuck in my head. Not only that, but I had the “breakin’ it down” section where they really get into the groove on permanent repeat. Every once in a while Fred Sanford popped in to shout, “You big dummy!” or “Ellizabeth! I’m comin’!”

Be afraid of the madness rolling around in my head. I know I am.

Talking with one of my closest friends yesterday, she commented on the fact that she’s only seen me angry once. She said it was scary. I’m usually a very nice guy, but she said that once I crossed the line into angry it looked like I could kill someone without a second thought. I’m not sure what to think about that.

In other news, I’ve added a few songs to my repertoire on the tinwhistle. I can play London Bridge, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and On Top of Old Smokey. I’m working on an Irish tune called Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms. I’m having trouble with the timing because I’ve never heard it before. With the other tunes I already know how it should sound. This one’s entirely from the sheet music, and I still don’t understand it completely. Either I’ll find the song somewhere, or I’ll skip to something like Salva Nos with a tune I know. I’m tempted to go for Sunshine of Your Love, just to hear it on the tinwhistle. [edit: During my lunch break, I went out to the car and figured out Salva Nos. Much happiness.]

I wonder if a higher quality whistle produces a clearer tone. This one almost has a burr to it, and I don’t know if that’s the instrument, me, or both. The highest note is pretty shrill, but that could just be me.

And once again, the terminology involved in playing my whistle just sounds dirty. Tonguing. Slurring. Fingering. Fipple. Dotted crotchets. I think I saw a 1950’s documentary about that last one. “Your Crotchets and You.”

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