Diccicoure, 1916 and Whigs

Hey, it is now that time of day when I sit down to write about stuff, and you sit there and read it. Sadly it will not be very informative or fulfilling for any of us, but we are in it together and might as well stick it out.

Time to talk about Youtube. My user name, which I created last month to post a video is an odd one. Diccicoure is something that one of my mom's uncles was called behind his back. It is spelled semi phonetically, and in that unintelligible dialect of Apulia means "He said." This relation of mine got the name because he had a tendency to say "dishicoor" in every sentence.

Speaking of Youtube, I have used it in my search for mandolins. Unfortunately, I have been unable to to locate anything related to the Giannini GMSM3, which I decided to buy last week. Quite frankly, I know nothing about it, and I do not want to take another chance. However, I did manage to track down some information about another mandolin I had on my list, which is the Lonestar (now Paracho Elite)Venice model. The other day, I happened to type into my search bar an obscure song from the 40's that was covered by Dean Martin. Through this, I discovered an English gentleman, who goes by the Youtube name Bradybraidz. Bradybraidz happens to own a Lonestar Venice, and what was very surprising was that he displayed the exact model of Neapolitan mandolin I currently posses in one of his videos. I asked him for an in depth side by side comparison of the two instruments, which he kindly gave me not an hour later. I do not know if he was paid by Paracho Elite for what he said, but perhaps he should have been, as his description of the Venice matched all the points I had decided upon for what my new machine should possess. It is louder, much more comfortable, easy to play, has beautiful detailing and the intonation is perfect. Also, the company who manufactures the instruments recently upgraded their materials, which is just what I am looking for... So there it is... Final word. The Venice, which is in the Portuguese style, will be my new machine.

I am sorry for boring you with long descriptions of my attempts to acquire worldly goods. However, the music which said worldly goods will create will hopefully bring a joy to the hearts of all who hear it that cannot be bought or explained. Not to boast of my abilities, for I have little enough of those, but there is something which distinguishes the mandolin from all other instruments; a certain vibration that it's plucked strings create in the inner ear that cannot be duplicated or understood. It is almost a mysterious sound.. It has an atmospheric quality, that depending on the way it is played can take you to the back streets of Naples in the 19th century, where some poor musician is trying to get both girls and cigarettes for his playing, or a gas station in Tennessee during the great depression, where a day laborer completely out of luck and with nothing in his hands but a mandolin angrily lets forth a blasting slurry of notes to show both his disdain and love for his surroundings, or even a Moscow coffee house where a fat bourgeois college student sits entertaining his friends with ancient Cossack songs, moments before the communists burst in the door. It has what Santana would call a feminine tone. It can be gentle, like a mother singing to her child, or it can be like my old next door neighbor yelling at her kids for leaving the front door open... Now that I have successfully creeped you out, it is time for me to take off..

C ya palzzz