Sawdusty
Time to make some more sawdust. The like, pulled from a documentary is much deeper than one might think.
Here’s the thing. There are literally millions of musical instruments out there, and many of the memorable ones began their existence in a tree. As in, as part of a tree that later metamorphed into something unique. A tool, for the creation of music when handled by a person. Think guitar.
The documentary was about the best guitars in the life of MK, and he moved from the simple (mass produced) to the sublime. Bespoke works of musical art. And every one started with a say, making dust.
I don’t make instruments. I barely make music. But, I know when to sit and listen, as a story unfolds. Getting from a rough sawn log all the way to the modern equivalent of a lyre is a tribute to a dream. Of a crafts person. In my life, I have visited the shop of a luthier, and the memory resonates. It goes beyond the shape, through the tapping to find the points of resonance, to the inevitable stretching of string and then tuning to a better resonance.
If I could do things.
