The god of whistling
You know who is the god of whistling? You can stop guessing right now, because the answer is me. (I am also the god of bad singing but that is another post). Today in the parking garage at work, no one was around, so I busted out with Boston's "More Than a Feelin'" whistled at top volume (OK, admittedly I was listening to the bad classic rock station "Jack FM" on the way in, because the college radio station was having its annoying pledge drive) and I have to say, no one whistles "More Than A Feelin'" in a deserted parking structure like tiny dog. I mean, we are talking MTAF complete with tremolo and the soaring power notes, and all that cool stuff that makes you rev your Camaro when you're listening to Boston on your 8-track. It was almost a sad thing that no one else was around to note my mastery of this classic to themselves, which is why I am telling you now.
You'd almost think that constant whistling of canonic classic rock tunes in random situations annoys people, the way they refuse to admire it, the big exception being cashiers, who often pay compliments to accomplished random whistlers such as myself, thank you very much. This goes out to all the cashiers! Woot! (What the hell is "woot?")
It's not everyone who underestimates the whistle as a critical instrument of rock prowess, you know. For example, John Lennon understood. I love the part of this particular live cover of his "Jealous Guy" by Elliott Smith, where Elliott says to the audience "Any whistlers in the crowd? You're in luck... there's a whistle solo." I always whistle along, because I am in fact, a whistler in the crowd. The only other song I can think of that takes advantage of the sonic awesomeness of the whistle solo is of course, Otis Redding's "Dock of the Bay." Are there others? Which ones am I leaving out?
At any rate my point here is this: next time you hear me whistling "Stone in Love" by Journey, or even something off-genre, like "Dance of the Sugar-Plum Fairies," consider giving me some respect. Because let's face it people: I have the gift.
You'd almost think that constant whistling of canonic classic rock tunes in random situations annoys people, the way they refuse to admire it, the big exception being cashiers, who often pay compliments to accomplished random whistlers such as myself, thank you very much. This goes out to all the cashiers! Woot! (What the hell is "woot?")
It's not everyone who underestimates the whistle as a critical instrument of rock prowess, you know. For example, John Lennon understood. I love the part of this particular live cover of his "Jealous Guy" by Elliott Smith, where Elliott says to the audience "Any whistlers in the crowd? You're in luck... there's a whistle solo." I always whistle along, because I am in fact, a whistler in the crowd. The only other song I can think of that takes advantage of the sonic awesomeness of the whistle solo is of course, Otis Redding's "Dock of the Bay." Are there others? Which ones am I leaving out?
At any rate my point here is this: next time you hear me whistling "Stone in Love" by Journey, or even something off-genre, like "Dance of the Sugar-Plum Fairies," consider giving me some respect. Because let's face it people: I have the gift.
posted by Strikethru at
9:49 AM
4 Comments:
I want to state for the record that I have heard tiny dog whistle, and she is every bit as awesome at whistling as she claims she is.
No joke, people. That girl can whistle.
In response to your question (What the hell is "woot?"), I assume that it's a portmanteau of "woo" (as in "woo-hoo!") and "hoot." I could be completely wrong about that, though.
Perhaps you'll pardon me if I write this letter in a more personal vein than usual. I want to tell you about some personal perceptions of mine, primarily because the so-called Tiny dog blog has been working under a veil of bureaucracy and secrecy to revive an arcadian past that never existed. I assume you already know that its goombahs infringe upon our most important constitutional rights for dubious reasons or for no reason at all, but I have something more important to tell you. Is that such a difficult concept? Tiny dog maintains that either clever one-liners are a valid substitute for actual thinking or that genocide, slavery, racism, and the systematic oppression, degradation, and exploitation of most of the world's people are all thoroughly justified. Tiny dog denies any other possibility.
Worst of all, our children's children would never forgive us for letting the so-called Tiny dog blog attack my character. Tiny dog hates people who have huge supplies of the things it lacks.
And I've ignored parasitism altogether. I've simply pointed out one key fact: The so-called Tiny dog blog makes it sound like it's some perfect angel of unstained ethical standards.
Could anonymous possibly be employing a certain random insult generator to attack the tiny dog site, shortly after demo'ing the selfsame random insult generator to tiny dog herself??
The jury is out.
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