That NAF video stuck with me, and I began to use it whenever things were getting on top of me. I began to listen to R. Carlos Nakai and Mary Youngblood. I began to watch some of the NAF YouTubers out there, like Allen Bruce Ray, Christopher Ciccone and Charlie Mato-Toyela. Please do click the links and check out their videos. These gentlemen take the time to answer questions and respond to their comments, which to me is a sign of respect for their audience, something that seems to be the rule rather than the exception in the NAF community.
As the months went on, I became more and more interested in this instrument, but a part of me nagged, “Oh yay–another instrument. How long on this one? I give it a month.” The stress management aspect really drew me in. I found it hard to imagine a flute player freaking out about anything. Or listening to the demotivational coach in their heads.
(Yes, I could say “flautist” or “flutist”, but flautist sounds very classical and starched, like a symphony tux. And flutist sounds like a superlative adjective, indicating that something has reached peak flute: “This all-piccolo orchestra is the flutist.” Flautist will henceforth describe someone who makes flautas–end of discussion.)
I found out about a powwow happening in my old hometown, so I thought that I might be able to at least meet the instrument, shake hands, and see if we get along. Andy wanted to come along, and I thought it would be a quite good bonding thing and a way to introduce him to native cultures. After a long car ride (by his standards), and a few tense minutes of wondering if I might actually be lost in the county I grew up in, we made it to the campground and paid our admission.
As luck would have it, there was a gentlemen selling flutes. I remember he was an older man, friendly, and his flutes were organized highest to lowest (and of course most expensive), but his gear topped out at about 65 clams, which I now know in the NAF world is super affordable. I was a bit intimidated, so I picked up the cheapest one he had, which turned out to be this very unassuming high C:
As I picked it up, he said, “There isn’t a right or wrong way to play it. You just get on it and go.” This struck me as odd. I expected him to say something like, “It takes years to develop any skill on this,” or at least “Practice makes perfect.”At the time my research hadn’t gone into the philosophy of playing an NAF.
I’d love to tell you that the first notes were where I fell in love, but that’s not what happened. At the time, it sounded like a wooden recorder, which is not bad at all, but I really didn’t know what I was holding. His other, deeper flutes had more ornate totems, combinations of woods, and higher pricetags, but I figured that 30 dollars wouldn’t put me in too deep, and I was supporting a small business, so why not?
I thanked the vendor and left the stall to think about the purchase. We wandered around, tuning in and out to the tribal dances behind us. Andy bought some agate at one stall, and he was fascinated by the flint knapper and the deer hides he had hung up. Before we left, I went back by and bought the little flute I had tried out. As we left, Andy turned to the powwow and said in that carrying voice that only kids have, “Bye bye, Indians!” I hurried him to the car amidst smiles and chuckles from the assembled tribespeople.
So the flute came home and made itself ready to mend my bruised and battered soul–and spent a lot of time alone on my computer table. I would toot on it a bit and then let it sit. I sensed it had secrets to unlock, but I just didn’t know how to get at them. I think what initially put me off was its high tone. I find instruments in the high registers rather annoying, and I assume others do to,which is most likely my imagination. It took other flutes to bring me around to my first.
Today, we’re quite happy together. I’m learning how to make a high instrument work, how to put together improvisations that it likes. This little guy motly sounds happy to me, but he can sound lonely too, especially when I imagine myself sitting on the desert floor in an Arizona canyon, with high, cold stars wheeling over my head, and the blank nothing of a mountain gaping nearby.
This brings me to my sub-project. I’ve reached a point where I want to make a contribution to the musical conversation out there. Writing about flutes can only take that so far; I need to go out on a limb and start playing, and I feel that the flute community would be an excellent place to do so because of its kind and supportive nature. I’ve decided to make a short video for my flutes and let you really hear what each one is like.
But after doing some preliminary videos, just stuff around the house, I’ve discovered that I can’t make a video that I appear in. I just can’t. It doesn’t look right to me because I hate seeing myself on video. So the audio you hear is indeed my playing, and is indeed the flute describe above, but the video are some images from my own archives. All the sound and video work was done with free apps, and the quality probably isn’t what it ought to be, but hell, I’m trying, and that’s what matters. I hope you enjoy it.