tin_whistle raze i almost bought one a few years ago. if i'd gone ahead and done what i thought i wanted to, i'd probably be looking at my fipple flute right now and thinking, "what are you doing here?" maybe some whims are meant to die before they grow any serious legs. maybe some threats are just tired songs we sing to keep from bleeding out. maybe you should cut me open. see if anything pools. wouldn't want a wound to feel unwanted. would we? 221019 what's it to you? who go blather from