David Archuleta and the Art of Whistling
Posted by Angelica on Friday, August 30, 2013
You know how to whistle, don’t you? You just put your lips together and…blow.
Lauren Bacall, To Have and Have Not.
I don’t know how to whistle. I could put my lips together and blow till my brains fell out and never produce anything but wind and severe hyperventilation. Maybe that’s why I admire people who can whistle. Don’t sit next to Djafan during a David concert if you value your eardrums. She is a two-fingered whistler, the most piercing kind, especially when produced within the acoustically perfect walls of the Conference Center during a certain MOtab Christmas performance.
David has mad whistling skills. When the snippet for YEDL was released, some questioned the use of whistling on the song. I didn’t. I loved it. But most people, me included, did not know it was actually David that was doing the whistling. We discovered that only when he performed the song live in concert for the first time.
David is a pucker whistler. This is advantageous for several reasons:
1) He has an excellent set of puckerers and this shows them off to maximum advantage.
2) Pucker whistling is more refined than the ear squealer.
3) It allows for the creation of a more sustained note with maximum control.
4) It is melodious when played by a virtuoso. A virtuous virtuoso is even better as this produces the purest sound.
While many people can whistle, true whistling aficionados are rare. Listen to the end of the rehearsal video of David in Manilla. It’s as though he is playing a musical instrument. He is.
Video credit yojeigor 5/15/09
I was there in Beaumont, Texas on the front row of a tightly jostling mosh pit when he performed YEDL in concert for the first time ever.
Video credit xamourdemusique 3/11/09
He got better. Major flirt alert @ 1.47
Video credit waitingforyesterdayx 7/28/09
Video credit emilyluvsarchie 8/17/09
Video credit djbell13 10/30/09
Was all this really four years ago? Yet still we wait, held here by the power of the purest sound. A whistle on the wind. Laughter and the sweetest smile. A voice we cannot somehow live without. We wait, ears cocked to the wind for a sound to come whistling toward us again. We are here. We are still here.
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