Getting to Know You....

Getting to know all about you.....

Like the fact that if I move my lower lip too far forward, you're going to crack that middle F sharp on the Bach Air. Or the extra spring tension you have that's going to end up turning my hands into those muscular pianist paws all my friends have. And the fact that you'll cut out in pianissimo passages if my airspeed slows for a nano-second.

Yes, New Flute. You think you can mess with me.

Fat chance.

You will not admit this yet, but you are already learning to bend to my will. When I want flawless intonation, you obey. When I want to blast out low Bs, you're right there with me. When I want warmth and color in the upper register, you're stepping up to the plate.

You thought you were just a cannon--the crude Mustang GT of flutes, trying to take me on a white trash, pedal-to-the-metal, straight ahead drag race of a ride. Now, you will learn to be nimble and refined, like a BMW zipping through the twisties. You will start giving me tone colors that you didn't think you had in you. You will learn to be softer than you ever thought possible.

You will learn to obey my every artistic impulse.

And we will become as one.