Bamboo Flutemaker

Lynx sits at his workbench. He tunes his bamboo shakahachi flute. He's a flute maker, one of several on Maui. It's February 3, 2008. The wind sounds like waves in the ficus trees and java plumb. The rooster tries to come in, but Lynx shoos him out. "Hate to bust you bubble guy", says Lynx as he dials up Donovan on his gifted ipod. The rooster comes back. Lynx chases him out. It takes off running like Fog Hornleghorn. Luna, says the rooster has issues. Young adolenscent stuff. We roll American Spirit pouch tobbacco.

Lynx meticulusly measures with his hands intuiting where the holes could go.
Maui Story: When did you start making flutes?
Lynx: June 2002 I started making flutes because it was the first flute I ever tried to play. I was living in the bamboo forest. It all sort of started happening at once. I choose the bamboo forest because it was protected from the rain. Living outside in Maui gives you a light foot. Bearfoot monk training was the term.
Maui Story: So you're a monk?
Lynx: Yeah..and as we tread the lava, we lose one slippa only to find one pink slippa three sizes too small.
Maui Story: That sounds kinda harsh. Why were you doing this.
Lynx: No reason, or some might say Maui just kinda swept me away.
Maui Story: Wow..that's a trip. What were the conditions like in the Bamboo forest?
Lynx:Soggy and dangerous, you think too much and you might come hobbling out with one bus toe. After that you'd be like next mission, throw your thumb out for the dryside.
Maui Story: So bamboo flutemaking can be dangerous because of the conditions.
Lynx: Unsteady footing.
Maui Story:What can you do about that?
Lynx: Silence the mind.