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Jun. 4th, 2003 10:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jfbSpent two hours playing mandolins at Sylvan Music. They have a lot of mandolins. I narrowed it down to a Breedlove Quartz KO with correctable intonation problems, a Rigel A-style with an annoying buzz on the second fret of the A strings, and a Weber Y2K which had no specific problems but just didn't thrill me.
Ted, the guy who helped educate me last time I was at Sylvan, thought the buzz in the Rigel was probably because the slots in the nut were cut too deep. After playing my three favorites a little more I decided if the buzz could be fixed, the Rigel (which looked like this model, but may not have been) was the one for me. Ted took it back to the repair shop--they said the angle of something was wrong, and fixed that, but I still heard the buzz, so Ted sent me back to the repair shop to demonstrate. They thought maybe it just needed new strings.
While the mandolin was getting restrung, I had this conversation with Ted:
The more I played the Rigel, the more I liked it, so I'm really hoping they fix it and call me so I can buy it. It was a good deal, too, being sold on consignment.
Tuckered out, I headed over to the Santa Cruz Film Festival and saw Green Lights, a sweet and seriously independent comedy about a location scout who deludes himself and the whole city of Ithaca into thinking he can produce a film. The writer-director compares it to Waiting for Guffman but I kept thinking of The Music Man. It's a funny movie, but the best thing about is the film's love for its setting--it was filmed mostly on location, with a small professional cast surrounded by dozens of Ithaca locals essentially playing themselves.
Ted, the guy who helped educate me last time I was at Sylvan, thought the buzz in the Rigel was probably because the slots in the nut were cut too deep. After playing my three favorites a little more I decided if the buzz could be fixed, the Rigel (which looked like this model, but may not have been) was the one for me. Ted took it back to the repair shop--they said the angle of something was wrong, and fixed that, but I still heard the buzz, so Ted sent me back to the repair shop to demonstrate. They thought maybe it just needed new strings.
While the mandolin was getting restrung, I had this conversation with Ted:
Me: So... assuming the buzz gets fixed... if I buy the mandolin, and buy a pickup, and pay to have it installed...Unfortunately, with the new strings, the buzz had spread to the fifth fret! By this point it was past closing time, so I left my number for them to call if they fixed the problem.
Ted: It already has a pickup in it!
Me: <confused look>
Ted: But go ahead and tell me your offer.
The more I played the Rigel, the more I liked it, so I'm really hoping they fix it and call me so I can buy it. It was a good deal, too, being sold on consignment.
Tuckered out, I headed over to the Santa Cruz Film Festival and saw Green Lights, a sweet and seriously independent comedy about a location scout who deludes himself and the whole city of Ithaca into thinking he can produce a film. The writer-director compares it to Waiting for Guffman but I kept thinking of The Music Man. It's a funny movie, but the best thing about is the film's love for its setting--it was filmed mostly on location, with a small professional cast surrounded by dozens of Ithaca locals essentially playing themselves.
