Last night I got things that had to shipped together, and also cleaned and re-labeled my old "bike parts" tool box and now it's "flute stuff". Now instead of being scattered all over, I have one place for my sticks of lacquer and black hemp cord for bindings and flute pad "juice" and the clear plastic rod I got at TAP Plastics to push old flute corks out, and my 2-3 Yamaha flute cleaning kits, and so on. It's all in there.
I put in my hour or so doing octaves on the shinobue, of course. It's too bad the loft is in such chaos, because somewhere up there, there's my roll of black sign vinyl which I want to use to level out the places I intend to put bindings on, and then do the bindings. I really like the little thing but it can't be seen in public right now. When I'm done with it, I think it will look so good, I might send photos to Mejiro just to show what can be done.
The reason I've veered away from the shakuhachi is I've realized that playing any blow-across-the-hole flute is good training for any other, and transverse flutes seem to actually take more strength of breath. Plus I'm no longer in love with the idea of getting an "enhanced" plastic Shakuhachi Yuu from Monty Levinson, but plan to hold out for an actual bamboo one once I'm back in Hawaii.
I'm hearing on the radio they raided the Dump. You know, Dum'old Dump, the fat idiot who polluted the White House and tried our country's Beer Hall Putsch. They raided his shithole compound in Florida because he took secret papers there that are not supposed to leave the White House. Types like him will never understand that the office of the president is bigger than any individual president, and there are papers and things the president is allowed access to, but are not his but are the people's.
At least half of the populace of the US are on the Rethuglicans' "To Shoot" list and it seems that slowly, very slowly, they are starting to realize it.
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