I’ve heard it said that nobody likes a whistler. Usually on TV sitcoms, I admit, but I have heard it and that’s where.
I whistle sometimes, and I like doing it, though I imagine it sounds pretty rotten to anyone around me. Good thing I’m cooped up in a studio sixteen hours a day most days of the year, right?
One of my kids has been trying to learn to whistle. I’m trying to be understanding and supportive. He’ll return to college soon enough and people his own age can lose their temper and tell him to quit it.













That should be “The Colonel Bogey March”.
What’s keeping everybody from just singing the words altogether, like in the movie? Very stirring.
To avoid offending anyone, go to the wiki page and click on the link following the text “when a popular song was set to the tune:” – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colonel_Bogey_March
at least whistle a playlist, not just the same one forever.
It was the song that never ends…
Two minutes and thirty six seconds. I still like whistling, but then I’m old enough to like what I like and not care if anyone else does. 🙂 And yes, I brought up the youtube video of that scene to see how long it was.
Comet, it gets your mouth real clean.
Comet, it tastes like gasoline.
Comet, it’ll make you vomit.
So eat some Comet, and vomit, today!
Had a scout that liked to whistle. Nice kid. I never lost my patience with it, the boys in the troop lost their minds over it on more than one occasion.
Now there’s an untapped music production
Heavy Metal Whistlers. I see a whole new musical direction!!
Think of it….Whistling Hip Hop, Grunge, just a few.
With bag pipes back up!?
My dad likes to whistle and sing in the car, he does it to keep himself awake on long early trips, but it’s pretty annoying, I let him do it though just so he stays awake. I’d rather be annoyed then dead or injured XD.
I have found “Colonel Bogie’s March” to be an effective treatment for an earworm. It can be one to, but not nearly as bad as the ones I catch. I can control the Colonel, but not a song on the radio that I loathed the first time I heard it, 40 years ago. Such as “My Sharonna.”
It would be so annoying on the hills, that anyone had enough breath to whistle!
I have tinntinitus. I have never learned to whistle. Some of the frequencies you can hit are like hitting me between the eyes with a baseball bat. And I will do similar-fall screaming if you hit the right bit with enough volume. It means I don’t tolerate whistlers… I will try to explain it nicely, but. I would have hid that body better, and to burn the adrenaline off and cycle through the pain, will probably catch up to where I was….
Hmmm, what’s the bird up to? Is he helping, or is he another whistler?
It’s a bald vulture.