i was hangin’ out at my brother ryan’s house a few weeks ago — assisting his acclimation to the mac platform. his previous computer died on him and, by some bizarre occurrence, could neither hold a full charge or stay on while plugged in. so, in order to port over his boundless libraries of music we had to let it charge for an hour, transfer as much as we could before the battery crashed and start the process again. sounds silly but it actually took us about 6 hours.
anyway, after we ran out of DVR’d family guy episodes to watch, we decided to visit giacoletti music — the shop where we took music lessons as kids. we saw some old teachers, shook hands, recalled old times, the whole nine yards. of course, what we hadn’t expected, after 12 years of not visiting, was inherent power that our instrument-lust still had over us — as up in the corner were a couple of brand new, never been played, freshly strung, mandolins.
of course, after about 5 minutes of staring in silence i asked the inevitable question.
“what d’ya say we take these mando’s off their hands?”
“i don’t know. which one do you like?” ryan platonically retorted.
“yellow, you?”
“red… you got cash?”
“no.”
“…”
“…”
“let’s do it.” he said, sounding defeated by the inevitability of his costly decision.
to make a long story shorter, my brother is the man and straight up bought me the mandolin - one of the radest gifts i’ve ever received. accompanying mine, he purchased his mando AND a ukelele ( long story ).
it set him back a bit, but it made the rest of the uploading sesh fly by!
thanks for a great fun afternoon bro ( and a kick-a mando! ).