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Contristo |
Greetings,
Well, it's been well over a year since my last entry. For those of you who have been wondering for all that time what Contristo's been up to, here goes.
I guess I should let you know what happened with my split 5th string nut.
A brief recap - you'll recall in Entry 7, my banjo was buzzing. It was buzzing loudly. It was buzzing constantly. It was attracting bees from all over the county! Detailed investigation had identified the issue as a split 5th string nut. It had to be fixed!
First, I went back to the store where I bought my banjo on the off chance they sold replacement 5th string nuts. They had no idea what I was talking about and let me know, in no uncertain terms, that they thought I was a 5th string nut.
I then went to another shop which did, indeed, have spares. However, they were tiny and thin (the nuts they sold, not the people at the store - as I recall, they were of normal proportions) and my 5th string nut hole (is that the technical term?) is big and fat.
I then went on-line. Lo and behold - there it was! The exact replacement 5th string nut I was looking for! And it only cost six cents.....plus five dollars shipping and handling. Somehow, I couldn't get myself to pay 100 times the price of an item for shipping and handling.
I was defeated.
Beat.
No hope.
I sat looking gloomily at the big, fat 5th string nut hole while holding my split nut in my hand and finally decided I would have to live with it forever. Sadly, I dropped the nut back into the hole. But then, to my wonder and amazement, I realized that a miracle had happened! The split wasn't a problem anymore! I had accidentally rotated the nut 90 degrees and, lo and behold, the string was once more held proudly aloft above the fret board! I was back in business!
It appears that I'm not really too smart....
Anyway, that's enough for now. Stay tuned for Entry 9 in which Contristo forms a little bluegrass band with his friends! It'll will be a tale worth telling! Oh, the joyous highs of making real music with other people!! Oh, the depths of despair in realizing that forming a little bluegrass band in which no two players live less than 100 miles from the next nearest player really limits practice time. Oh, the mid-level lack of emotional extremes in the regular going out for dinner with bandmates after the infrequent rehearsals! Oh, I'm sure you're going to want to read my next entry!
'Til then, I remain your faithful friend and blogger,
Contristo
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