"Have you ever played a Cumbus guitar? These are supposed to be used with the fingers controlling the fretboard, actually atop the frets.I'm stoked on the Cumbus; they are tons of fun; plus they also come in ukulele, mandolin, saz and other…"
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These are supposed to be used with the fingers controlling the fretboard, actually atop the frets. I'm stoked on the Cumbus; they are tons of fun; plus they also come in ukulele, mandolin, saz and other versions too. www.rootsworld.com/turkey/cumbus.html/
You have to see one, which look like a round heavy aluminum cookpot whose top is similar to a banjo's; mated to the neck with a wing-nut adjustment for the string height, at the neck's base-where that attaches to the big aluminum body of these innovative instruments: just prior to electric instruments, as loud as stringed instruments were being made.
A Cumbus you might enjoy with your advanced professional skills, the original version of Cumbuses; is a twelve string fretless version, with six courses of two strings each: while I've set my heart as like on the short neck Cumbus saz-with six strings in three courses of two strings each, featuring a neck with moveable frets.
About the size of a downsized banjo; so a more a personal instrument I like lots for that sort a personality-while I've a hard time keeping any guitar, I happen to come across-victim to the desires & needs of others, since the guitar is so popular.
I’m also an accepted "active visitor" in a website for people learning to play Gypsy style clarinet; and almost two years ago, picked up a Turkish made Ramazan Kor sol metal clarinet-a top grade instrument. www.rekormuzik.com/gp/ramazan-kor/
The way I’m learning to play the horn, with an older style mechanism-popular with Gypsy clarinetists; is by learning tunes to pick up playing on the street, I call my "mules" making my learning process a fun adventure.
I've half a dozen melodies I'm working into solid performance vehicles; beginning listing those here, with my impossible dream, a Charles Lloyd composition "Sweet Georgia Bright" that played slowly enough while, could function similar to my stable of regulars…? Maybe “Forest Flower” will be a better choice.
The rest begin with "Streets of Cairo,” this past holiday season, I picked up earnings of a dollar with: then soon followed with "Sweet Georgia Brown" after getting a version on a Sue Orfield compact disc; of an acoustic quartet she's playing her great rhythm & blues tenor saxophone with, without any traps or other percussion-a band called AcuostiHoo.
My third "mule" is a long time personal favorite, for a popsicle like confection of the same name-served locally by people from India-who cruise our neighborhood during warm weather, selling the treats for $2 of which the best is their "Pink Panther" I've one recorded version of; on Gypsy clarinetist Ivo Papasov's fine large ensemble compact disc, Dance of the Falcon.
"Honeysuckle Rose" I've not gotten started on yet; there's a brief melody only version of, in saxophonist Tobi Stone's website, Tobi Stone.com: or alternatively, on a LP by Willie Nelson.
The sixth number, is easy to loose track of; I’m pretty sure I'll easily recall, once I've gotten regular playing again-now trying to reorganize my apartment amidst lots of other projects.
I also write at the GTC website, for "Greek, Turkish Clarinet" as 'bobstad' and with twenty posts now; have been praised for eloquence as a writer, my actual profession for years if not much of a lucrative one-where there is also a section for Klezmer. www.gtc-music1.com/forum/index.php/
Plus, a startling new development's getting a chance to relocate to "Roma" the eternal city of "Italia" which makes my old high school Latin class, now a heartily recalled experience; where I'd been president of the school Latin club my sophomore year with a C average-inspired by a crush on Nancy McKay a classmate who’d tolerated me, whose older brother Bill with a straight A average and his