If Ian Anderson is pro-whistle, than whistle I will.
All kinds of sadness I’ve left behind me.
Many’s the day when I have done wrong.
But I’ll be yours for ever and ever.
Climb in the saddle and whistle along.
So come on, I’m the whistler.
I have a fife and a drum to play.
Get ready for the whistler.
I whistle along on the seventh day
Man, tdn, you would *really * hate being around me! I whistle, hum, sing under my breath, etc. so much that my former office mate made secret recordings of me and then compiled them into “The Musical Mind of Figaro” and gave copies to everyone in the office.
For what it’s worth, I’m usually not even aware I’m doing it…
I constantly have music running through my head. Often, it’s the last CD I listened too. Sometimes, it a song that randomly popped up. And you’ll find me whistling, humming, tapping and drumming to it. I do keep it under control in meetings/ceremonies/movies.
I’ll take a whistler, even a bad one, any day over someone wearing flipflops that slap around, or someone snapping their gum.
I’m enjoying myself, what the heck is your problem?
Unfortunate for all of you, that the current pop cum alternaative earworm is Peter Bjorn and John’s - Young Folks. It’s blowin up and if you don’t hear it on your radio, you soon will.
I love this song, inspired. The video is brilliant. I don’t mind whistlers, either.
Is it just me, or is the (whistling) melody just a flat and a couple notes transposed from the stereotypical chinese ditty. Nana nana nuhnnuh, nuhn nuh nah?
I just popped in to say that every time I see the thread title on the forum list, I read it as “I Pit whiskers” and I’m dying to know what you have against facial hair.
My dad used to do a breathy, tuneless whistle when he worked on handyman-type projects. I’d give anything to hear that whistle again - it’s been almost 5 years since he died.
Sorry. I don’t even notice I’m whistling unless someone points it out. I tried replacing it with public masturbation, but people complained about that too, so I just gave up.
I can whistle the whole 45 minute minamilst piece. I used to have that playing on repeat in my art studio, and eventually it got “stuck in my head”… Not quite an ear worm, as I can turn it off and on, menatlly at will.
But it allows me to whistle the whole damn thing. Drives a particular friend of mine nuts.
I’m a guy: I don’t make noise, except an occasional, barely audible, skin-sliding squeak, which makes it even harder to understand the complainers. You just can’t please some people.