Since I started a little self-disclosure yesterday, I am going to
continue that theme. Very few people know this about me.
The fact is, I have congenital amusia. No, that
does not mean I am “easily amused.” It means I am tone deaf.
A couple of days ago, I heard a piece on NPR. This was one of
those bits where they record people’s stories. The story was
about a woman who said that some old teakettles had harmonica reeds to
make the whistling sound more musical. She was thrilled to
get a teakettle that had three holes in the cap, so that the whistle
was not just a whistle, it was a musical chord.
They played a recording of it. The sound drove me nuts.
It also sounded familiar, because I have a teakettle that
does the same thing. It is an Ikea kettle. The
visual design is wonderful, but the noise is maddening. I had
no idea it is supposed to be pleasant. To me, it sounds like
a fire alarm.
In fact, when I first heard it, I was as bemused as I was annoyed.
How could something with such an elegant
design have such an awful sound?
border="0" height="7" width="4"> Whistles
when the water is boiling.
border="0" height="7" width="4"> Aluminum/phenolic
border="0" height="7" width="4"> Volume: