Thanks Nick. 11 thousand instruments says he’s a master. I have most of the materials and I’ve always wanted to make just one Violin in my time. Though an accomplished wood worker, I think I need motivated by some wealthy New Yorker to commission me. Whose to say that has not been the tradition for many years.
Bkmrk.
Wonderful American ingenuity craftsmanship at its best. Unlike many products that are consumed or wear out, a fine musical instrument can live forever.
Between Rich Mullins (RIP) and Jerry Douglas, I just don't hear many musicians playing it.
Maybe bluegrass?
. . . and that should be socialisms epitaph. Because Socialism is all about cynicism toward society - toward people who actually do things - socialism is not at all about improving, but only about appearances. And price is a quantity, and quantities are (seemingly) easy to understand.But quality can have many aspects which may not readily reduce down to a single number like price. Impose price controls, and you kill the incentive to increase quality. Kill the incentive to increase quality, and guess what! You are not getting better. And Russell Cook will tell you what happens next:
Youreeither getting better orgetting worse.
There used to be a street musician in the Chicago subway that played a hammered dulcimer. Kind of an odd venue at first glance, but in the hard-shell echo-chamber environment it provided, it sounded amazing.
I haven’t seen him in probably twenty years...he was the only street musician I regularly gave money too. He earned it!
"Between Rich Mullins (RIP) and Jerry Douglas, I just don't hear many musicians playing it.
Maybe bluegrass?
Every time I see the word "dulcimer" I am instantly reminded of this....
Christian Brothers Grammar school English Lit, LOL.
Can't remember ever seeing one before...
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!