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Origins of the Mountain Dulcimer

Origins of the Mountain Dulcimer

by John Calkin

Originally published in American Lutherie #34, 1993



Note to readers: The following history was the product of a research grant. However, the granting institution had a falling out with the author and refused to publish the work it had paid for. The author, for his part, had spent all the money and really didn’t care if the paper was every published. Such wastefulness shouldn’t be tolerated in a free country. Since the author is a good friend of mine, I stole it from his care and present it to you here, much condensed and free of bothersome academic footnotes. I hope you find it informative.

— John Calkin


I was surprised and pleased to receive this grant from the ____ Foundation, since I was on the very verge of looking for a job. At once I moved my headquarters to a bench outside the Hunterdon County Public Library, where I spent the days doing research. Evenings I spent at Frank’s Tavern, ruminating over my days’s work. My Foundation advisor tracked me down there, and, upon learning of my progress, invited me to get out of town to finish my research. In under an hour I was packed and rolling toward the Southern Appalachian Mountains.

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Harvey Thomas and the Infernal Music Machine

Harvey Thomas and the Infernal Music Machine

by Tim Olsen

Originally published in American Lutherie #11, 1987 and Big Red Book of American Lutherie, Volume 1, 2000



Remember what the term “Japanese guitar” used to mean, back when beatniks roamed the earth and Elvis was still kinda nasty? The Beatles hadn’t landed and I was in the third grade when my big brother Jim brought home a brand new Japanese guitar. Loosely modeled after a classic, it was already caving in from the load of its steel strings. You don’t see them like this anymore, man. Painted-on binding, decal rosette, door skin luan plywood, basswood (or worse) neck, nice sharp ends on those rough brass frets. I was totally fascinated!

But the word fascination found new meaning a year later when my even bigger brother Dick came home from college with what might as well have been the Messiah Strad. It was a very plain, small bodied New York era Epiphone archtop with a badly repaired crack running the full length of the soundboard, and he had bought it cheap in a pawn shop. The hand of mortal man never created such perfection. This was a gift from the angels! Oh, the lovely dissonances that it spoke as I whanged it with a juice glass slide! When Dick was begged, he would strum “Who Put the Overalls in Mrs. Murphy’s Chowder.”

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Guitar Tattoos: Inlay Harry’s Way

Guitar Tattoos: Inlay Harry’s Way

by Harry Fleishman

from his 2001 GAL Convention lecture

Originally published in American Lutherie #74, 2003 and Big Red Book of American Lutherie Volume Seven, 2015



There are many paths from point A to point B. There are people in this audience who have done more and better inlay than I have. I’ll be talking about the thought process that I go through when designing inlay patterns. Of course, you should all do exactly as I do. Everyone else is wrong. I’m going to do a question-and-answer session, but it will all just be me. I’ll ask the questions and I’ll answer them. (laughter)

My first question is, “Why would one put inlay on a guitar?” Some of you who might be here to heckle, thinking that there’s no point in putting inlay on a guitar. You’re probably right. But I think one of the reasons that we might do it would be personalization.

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Is “Guitar Design” an Oxymoron?

Is “Guitar Design” an Oxymoron?

by Steve Klein

from his 2001 GAL Convention lecture

Originally published in American Lutherie #76, 2003 and Big Red Book of American Lutherie Volume Seven, 2015



Webster’s defines “oxymoron” as “a figure of speech in which opposites or contradictory ideas or terms are combined, e.g., sweet sorrow” and my personal favorite, “thunderous silence.” The second definition of “design” is “being able to make original plans.”

When Todd Brotherton called to ask if I would speak here today, he mentioned that I’ve been doing my design thing for near on thirty years. And almost in the same breath, he called my ideas new and innovative. What’s wrong with this picture? Palm pilots are new. Downloading MP3s is new. Viagra is new. My ideas are no longer new. So why are the things that I’m trying to do still thought of as new? Or we might ask, why is the musical world so slow to change, when everything else in our culture seems to be on the fast track? Why might it take so long for acoustic guitars to evolve? This begs some questions, such as:

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A Future Fable

A Future Fable

by Leo Bidne

Originally published in Guild of American Luthiers Quarterly, Volume 9, #1, 1981



A bell softly chimed. The girl and her guitar sank back into the practice stool, letting out a sigh. Six hours! I must really be worried about performing tomorrow, she thought.

“What’s wrong Sandy?” asked Martin. “Why did you stop? You were doing very well.”

“Nothing. Just tired.” She put down her guitar and slid off the stool. Her naked feet made a soft thud on the padded deck.

She punched in her room code and ordered up breakfast. What am I doing here, she asked herself. Three boring hours on a smelly, bumpy shuttle cruiser, watching some old flat-screen epic called Star something. A-lock customs, then a transfer bus to this crummy hotel. Even the service buttons stick! She banged her fist on the console.

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