Kay Harris Native American Flutes

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Kay Harris Native American Flutes

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The Flutes:

These flutes come in five or six holes. The six hole flutes are tuned to the key of G. The five hole flutes are tuned to the key of F. The flutes are patterned in the "Plains Indian" style, and made from hardwoods selected for their durability, unique grain, and natural beauty. Flutes come in a variety of different woods. Please email or call to find out what is in stock.

Care & Feeding of Flute:

Re-oil periodically with mineral oil. Break down totem assembly and clean brass with fine steel wool. Reassemble with beveled (a.) part of brass forward. The front of the totem lines up with the back of the front hole. (b.) Re-tighten leather thong securely to avoid movement in totem assembly.

Kay Harris:

Craftsman Kay Harris is a bit of sage, sand, river, wind and rock, worn and weathered by thirty years of navigating rivers, hiking canyons, and climbing sandstone cliffs in Southern Utah. His flutes are an expression of his love for the Earth. Kay's "trademark" is the circle within a circle. The dark wood is the world we live in, the silver, the player of the flute. Placed off center it symbolizes our struggles in our journey from earth to sky. It is hoped that before we reach the sky, we move closer to center, having found harmony with all of life.

"There's a certain song when you are standing under a red rock overhang, and the rain dances down the canyon walls turning slickrock to obsidian, muting the mesas into a watercolor awash with the solitude and simplicity, the peace and the pause of the canyon lands. It is a song born of wind on rock, whispered by a hawk's wing on the wind, hummed by water washing over slickrock and danced on a red rock mesa when morning wakes. It is an old song. Old as grandfather canyons and the ancient ones who walked there. It is a borrowed song. A beautiful song. These flutes hold this song until you too, can sing it." -Shelley Porter