Ha! Have to step in here as someone who both whistles and loves whistling. I’ve already spammed the what are you listening to thread with her on here but this is just calling for Molly Lewis obsessive posting.
Molly is absolutely brilliant and managed to sell out some good venues on her last tour. I was lucky enough to go, bought some branded lip balm, a fridge magnet that’s the only one we’ve got on our fridge and got a record signed. She was lovely, funny and down to earth. Whenever my four year old daughter hears whistling she mentions Molly now. Her music has been such a big part of my year. Some links, but check out the albums too as they’re all wonderful.
Remember when people used to whistle like crazy at raves? I used to have a nickname for those whistlers, but it doesn’t really translate to English. It’s funny, they used to annoy me, but now it feels nostalgic
There’s only one thing that I know how to do well, and I’ve often been told that you only can do what you know how to do well and that’s be you, be what you’re like, be like yourself, and so i’m having a wonderful time but I’d rather be whistling in the dark.
I whistle a lot.
Jamming birds communication.
Trying to mess with my cats.
Or, more often, in the street, cause I’m light-hearted or have a song in my head…
I sing too btw.
Might be annoying but I was never asked to stop.
Not fond of when my son whistle though.
But I can’t decently ask him to not do what I personally enjoy.
No, definitely not the candy thing. I never went to those kinds of parties. At underground raves in the 90s I used to hear people whistling rhythmically, probably when they were peaking on ecstasy… It annoyed the crap out of me, but I would take it over the cell phone-infused dancefloors of today
Maybe a California thing but there were a lot of candy ravers at those 90’s underground parties doing that rhythmic call and response whistling, except with those fucking candy necklace coach’s whistles.
I was looking after a friend’s dogs and when I took the dog for a walk I tried to whistle for him to come back and I couldn’t…. I lost the ability, like I had to relearn how to do it… and still, I’m pretty rubbish at it. Odd sensation. There’s my whistle story.
