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AllenS: Even if you've never seen "The Good, The Bad, The Ugly" with Clint Eastwood…..this is just great. A wonderful lesson in sound effects. Stay tuned til' the guy whistles!!!
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Did I ever wonder?
No.
I was raised to know how that got done.
Ennio Morricone weeps.
That was great. A masterful whistler, though impossible to sustain if you feel like laughing.
Awesome. Please tell me they do the Magnificent Seven.
That was fantastic. At first I was like: 5 minutes??? I couldn't stop watching.
Whistling. Something I couldn't do to save my life.
My mom's mom won a whistling contest something like a century ago. At the time, this was considering shocking, in her community, for a girl. She snuck out, competed, and won.
I myself am a very good whistler (genetics? can that sort of thing be passed down via genes? dunno; could just be coincidence).
I am married to someone who can't whistle at all, which reality, when I first met him, shocked me. But then, when I birthed a son who also can't whistle, I adopted acceptance. It still amazes me that whistling is hard for people, but I accept that it is (and also am grateful for those who have learned to accept that what comes natural for them doesn't mean that any given "what" ought come natural to anyone else).
Re: my gram-gram
This story isn't just second-hand, though it was legendary in family circles going way, way, way, way, way back; while she was born in 1901, she didn't die until 1995. I was born in 1961. I was blessed with a few decades of knowing her first-hand. Etc.
: )
I want to be clear here: While I am naturally a good whistler, I am not in any way, shape or form suggesting, or even trying to suggest, that I am in anywhere close to the league of that whistler & ukele-player, etc. They perfected. I am an amateur. I know the difference and have precisely *zero* issue in discernment.
That, too, I was raised up for and to, from the very start... .
... on account of being birthed and raised by musicians, and young 'uns at that.
You know, there are things in life that get so deeply imprinted that whether or not they are genetic they might as well be in terms of what profoundly keeps hold.
For me, there are these things, in no particular order:
music
musicians
instruments
looking up things
dancing
books
guns
fishing
stain-removal
cooking from scratch
baking
darning
keeping ammo on hand
remembering
recalling
pictures
photography
writing
basic auto maintenance
basic plumbing & etc.
Also, gardening and drawing and sketching, even though I am exceptionally untalented in all of those areas.
And there are other things as well that not only could I list but also ruthlessly categorize and criticize in terms of myself.
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How 'bout y'all?
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