Note to self: Purchase a tuner. Aiming about an octave too high on the E string is a good way to nearly lose an eye. I was planning on trying out different strings anyway, though.
And of course, all of you know what this means. Rook came to me today! Fashionably late, of course, and delivered to my office, silly thing. His arrival made quite a scene. I'd have more pictures of him, but he's a little embarrassed that he's one-quarter naked right now, and I feel like I should fix that for him before I let the internet ogle him more.
He also facilitated my introduction to one Mr. Sherry, who has had a music store tucked in next to the Symphony Center on Michigan Ave. since nearly forever ago. I'd always meant to go in there, and my aversion to hauling Rook all the way up to the far north side to get taken care of finally propelled me inside. He was full of huge, wandering stories and occupied me for my entire lunch break (before I even brought Rook in to be properly strung, bridged, and tuned). He even refused payment for the stringing and tuning, which was silly of him, though obviously he does pretty well for himself. I just have to figure out what reason I could have to go back. Except purchasing another instrument. He had a concertina in the window. That'd be cool... Or the charango made of an armadillo shell. And oh, the place is full of violins and guitars. It's pretty wonderful.
And of course, all of you know what this means. Rook came to me today! Fashionably late, of course, and delivered to my office, silly thing. His arrival made quite a scene. I'd have more pictures of him, but he's a little embarrassed that he's one-quarter naked right now, and I feel like I should fix that for him before I let the internet ogle him more.
He also facilitated my introduction to one Mr. Sherry, who has had a music store tucked in next to the Symphony Center on Michigan Ave. since nearly forever ago. I'd always meant to go in there, and my aversion to hauling Rook all the way up to the far north side to get taken care of finally propelled me inside. He was full of huge, wandering stories and occupied me for my entire lunch break (before I even brought Rook in to be properly strung, bridged, and tuned). He even refused payment for the stringing and tuning, which was silly of him, though obviously he does pretty well for himself. I just have to figure out what reason I could have to go back. Except purchasing another instrument. He had a concertina in the window. That'd be cool... Or the charango made of an armadillo shell. And oh, the place is full of violins and guitars. It's pretty wonderful.
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Woe, I ditched my Rook Rainhart icon, I would've liked to use it for purposes of... topical affinity. Oh well. Have some feet instead.
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Mandolin
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... this means it's time to start the band up, right? Have you found an obscure country yet?
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