I was listening to a music station the other day and
I was thrilled to come across a piece with some actual yodelling. I have not heard yodelling in a long time,
though I used to hear it often when I was growing up, back in our little
farming community in rural Manitoba. One
of the neighbour boys could have yodelled his way through the Swiss Alps, he
was so good at it. I was always convinced he must
have had a special multijointed tongue and very special vocal cords to be able
to produce those unique and fascinating lilting musical sounds. I think all of
us kids dreamed of being able to yodel like Rudy. I believe each and every one
of us tried to imitate him – with absolutely no success at all.
I recall the time I determined to try my luck at
it. To preserve my dignity and protect
my reputation as a sane and at least somewhat intelligent persona, I had the
good sense to test my capability in the barnyard with no human ears to pass
judgement on my skill or lack thereof. Still, even there, the roosters hid their heads
under wings in shame and the turkey gobbler almost killed himself
laughing. (He couldn’t yodel worth a
darn either, but he did possess some unique skills which he utilized to do his "gobble, gobble, gobble" so he felt qualified to pass judgement.)
Suffice it to say, I gave up trying to yodel after
that, but I certainly learned to appreciate and admire that scintillating musical
talent in others – and I still do to this day!
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