Smucky. The last Great Depression took Detroit buildin a B-24 every hour to get out of. You did yours with a 507B-E. I read the sleeve.
Only man in America ever came out of a great depression holdin a recorder, and you put a
on it.
And you posted TWO pictures. One on the cardboard with the little leather sleeve, then one on the butcher block for the shadows. Long, dark, cream at the tip, come with its own leather. That ain't a instrument, that's a Grindr profile.
Then "cluade" gotta make you a cheat sheet. It got eight holes. That's the first time in your life you ever asked anybody which hole to put your finger in.
Now look at the side of it. AULOS. I looked that up, cause somebody on this board gotta read. The aulos is the pipe from ancient Greece. Athena invented it. A GODDESS. She played it, saw her own face in the water with her cheeks all puffed out, said "oh HELL no," and threw it in the weeds.
Marsyas found it. Satyr. Half goat, no pants. Stayed out in the woods alone blowin on a goddess's trash til he got good, and then he told Apollo he could take him. The Muses judged it. And Marsyas WON. He was walkin out the door. So Apollo flip the lyre upside down, play the same song, and look at him like "now you." Man got a pipe. Apollo tied him to a pine tree and skinned him alive.
That's the brand, Smucky. That's what's wrote on your whistle. And you out there on a farm with it on Halloween. I seen this movie. The sheriff find the recorder first.
Now your boy. July you told us: art, drama, book club, or band. Years you been showin him pictures of you in middle school percussion. He took band, looked at them drums, looked at you, and picked clarinet. That ain't a elective. That's a restraining order. And now you followin him into the woodwinds with a whistle so his "talent" don't pass you.
Ran it by Big Terry. Showed him the picture. He looked at it a long time and said "That's a whistle." I wrote that down.
Practice all you want. But the day that boy turn his clarinet upside down and look at you, run.
