When my 200 year-old sea captain's home was moved to its present location, in 1848, a feast was prepared, a party was called, along with a fiddler. I'm glad to be carrying on the tradition.
A journal, in words and pictures, of one woman's Irish Traditional Music adventures and wanderings.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Gad-zouks!
It was wonderful having Nikos Appolonio visiting from Rockport, Maine for a few days. Nik is an amazing luthier, musician, and all-around great guy, and had made a special trip down to the island to deliver my bouzouki. While he was here there was the usual amount of eating, drinking, swimming, and biking; and tunes galore, of course, including a special Thursday night session, as well as our regular Saturday night session. Thursday night's was the treat, with a couple of mystery guests on hand, including a bowed psaltery player, along with a steady stream of random folks dropping in, including Professor Skip Gates who popped in for a few minutes between the Batman movie and dinner at nearby Atria - an honor, indeed. I've said this many times before, but I love living on the Vineyard in the summer - eventually everyone shows up here - and I love living on Main Street.
When my 200 year-old sea captain's home was moved to its present location, in 1848, a feast was prepared, a party was called, along with a fiddler. I'm glad to be carrying on the tradition.
My new bouzouki. Gui-zouki? Bou-tar? Nik calls it Gad-zouks! And gad-zouks, yes, it is an amazing instrument. Sweet and smooth as honey, and nestles into my lap like a baby.
Nik and I made a lot of friends while sitting and playing together on the porch. One of the joys of my Main Street house is that it is in the center of lots of activity, yet far enough from the street to provide a boundary, but also close enough that there can be a wonderful interface between the musicians and the passersby.
On Thursday night we realized that among us, there were seven Nikos Appolonio instruments on the premises: two 12-strings; a six string; a 5-string fiddle; a bouzouki, a cittern, and a gui-zouki.
When my 200 year-old sea captain's home was moved to its present location, in 1848, a feast was prepared, a party was called, along with a fiddler. I'm glad to be carrying on the tradition.
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