That's me at the age of roughly six to eight, playing a flute (not really a flute, what's that darn thing?) in Mantta, where we used to visit our grandmother. I think the flute was a Christmas gift.
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Am I correctly assuming that that is a recorder? As in "nokkahuilu"?
Great pictures!
Yes, it's a "nokkahuilu". Recorder? Isn't that like a machine that plays cassettes?
Yes, but it's also the name of the instrument. Like so:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Recorder_flute
Or if you're seriously interested in learning more about this "deligthful maker of noises (or, as Theodor Adorno said about the German Recorder Movement: "One has only to hear the sound of the recorder – at once insipid and childish – and then the sound of the real flute: the recorder is the most frightful death of the revived, continuously dying Pan") look no further than this here:
http://members.iinet.net.au/~nickl/recorder.html
More than you actually ever wanted or needed to know about recorder (flute)!
But I'm always interested in Adorno!
My vast fantasy world of Yyri (Yyrin maan tarinoita) has a country called Adorno. Not going to change the name. I think it's Grrrrreat! Need to add some Adorno-touches to it, though.
There are not many fantasy worlds that are inhabited by serious modernist and postmodernist thinkers. You could be a forerunner, you know. When will it come out?
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