Then a week later.
"... hold on, Mr. Toshiki orders weird things too"
"Oh, was that crazy"
"Hey, this is my first job, too,"
The father of the Oasis Lute Wood craftsman seemed not yet subtly convinced of his work, and hesitated to hand me an improved version of Lute if I could hand him an instrument like this.
"It's okay. The strings and body are just as ordered."
"Hey... but as far as I'm concerned, there's no sound at all."
The string was made from a sturdy demonic yarn - Sabaku Diowgmo yarn. Once attacked by this Oasis Street, Sabakudi Ougmo's puking yarn is sturdier and more supple than regular gut strings (processed sheep's bowels, etc.) and has less tension strain. What that means is that with this, you get less pitch madness.
Also, the body was sturdy. Lute in general - especially when it's woody, the body is made of thin plates. For some reason, this is because thin body plates sound louder.
But then I got my body finished in plywood because I couldn't get the guitar percussion I imagined. It is a structure that overlaps the fiber direction of the plate so that it alternates vertically and horizontally and fixes it with an adhesive.
Originally, due to the use of glue (Nikawa) in adhesive, in fact, the instrument using plywood is vulnerable to heat, and the gelatinous quality of the glue dissolves at high temperatures - a weakness (so it can be said that desert instruments such as Wood have developed in the direction of not using plywood), but this problem was solved easily. Simple chemical formulations (such as mixing lacquer, milk and herbal broth) resulted in heat resistant adhesives.
This new adhesive seems to be something I want so much that even as an instrument maker I can get my hands out of my throat, "Then I'll wholesale this adhesive for you cheaply in the future, so much so that if I install the plywood material into something a little better," I can be sure to ask for this request. It's a moment I'm glad I'm studying the formula.
Let's get back to it. The string and the body part (although I had some other hands applied) were replaced, and this lute was reborn.
"Don't worry about the sound. Fortunately, we have one person who brightens the sound."
If you tune the sound, you have Ili, Harpi's daughter. He would also feel the subtle madness of the sound and be able to tune in. Although, I don't think Ili knows about DADGAD tuning or anything like that, so I think I'll have to teach them there.
That's what I thought, but apparently what my artisan father wanted to say was different.
"Oh, no, it doesn't mean tuning the sound. Instead, it takes advantage of the good quality of the yarn material in this Sabaku diogumo, which doesn't cause much pitch deviation between opening and holding the strings, and that's not the problem there."
"If tuning isn't the problem - is it the sound itself?"
"Yes, it's the sound itself..."
To tell you, the artisan father shrugged his neck.
Apparently, he wanted to say that the sound itself sounded worse. Before it did turn into plywood - when it was a single board, when it sounded, it shook every body of the instrument, playing loud and deep sounds. There was a good balance between string and box ringing. However, since becoming plywood, the balance between the ringing of the strings and the ringing of the box has changed slightly, resulting in a slight drop in the depth of the ringing of the box.
"It was a colorful box beep, but I didn't feel like I was doing anything wrong."
"No, instead this guy got sturdy. As much as it's okay to bang him while he's playing."
"Oh, are you going to bang me!? Instruments!?
"Yeah, that's why I kept this lute at your place for a week... even though I kept my guitar."
It was insane to slap the instrument, but I tried to brighten it back.
"As a result, I'm glad I asked you. You've done a very good job."
"... this way, it's not a very convincing job, okay?"
The artisan father touched his beard for a while and said, "If you need anything, don't hesitate to say it. I'll service you if you want a little repair," he added. Apparently, he wasn't really convinced of his job, and the idea was to work hard on aftercare for that matter.
That was a thankful offer. I just said, "Well, it's my first attempt, so maybe I'll take care of you soon," and after that, properly, I promised my father that I would wholesale the adhesive at a lower price in the future.
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"… so did you also increase the number of new adhesive dealers? Ho ho. Soon we'll be dealing with more people."
When she came back, Meena went in and asked the craftsmen to fix the instruments, but at some point my business partners were growing - Well, normally, when I went to fix an instrument, I was supposed to do business with the store, so what a development.
"Meena, this is how you get your job. Let's get everyone apprenticed."
"I'm scared that it feels like I'm too ambitious to make anything business that way right away"
"If this is the case with me, my husband, I need more work for employees who have an employment contract with me (...)."
"True, my lord is not going to let slaves rest..."
Meena shrugged in a grumpy tone.
"No, you're a slave trader, so it's too much to let slaves just play. Besides, it looks like the Labor Standards Act is going to be followed."
"Do you have a Labor Standards Act in Oasis Street?
"Yes, the law does not apply to slaves, but I am determined to abide by it"
"So the Lord himself, who is no other, works more than any other slave, but he keeps the Labor Standards Act properly?
"No, labor standards laws don't apply to managers"
"Um, that's not what I was looking for..."
So I could work indefinitely, and the colour of Meena's shading was stronger when I continued. Apparently, he's losing his word to my spirit of hard work.
"Besides, the Oasis Street Labor Standards Act actually doesn't restrict working hours. Pretty monkey."
"I mean, Lord, you didn't protect anything..."
"I'm protecting you. I'm protecting you. In addition to the Oasis Street Labor Standards Act, this store strictly adheres to working eight hours a day. Except me and Hetty."
"Hetty......"
Meena, whining at Hetty, looked at me with her white eyes, "Why do I have to sing about my company's livestock life until I come to another world..." Rude, I'm not a livestock company - but on second thought, I thought I couldn't say it back too strongly because I work on Saturdays and Sundays because I enjoy my job so much right now.
Does Hetty look pathetic when Saturday and Sunday go together? I don't know what you're talking about.
"Well, that's what we did, and we did it right. Acoustic guitar."
Changing the direction of the conversation, I put up the lute and the guitar on hand.
Two main things I've been doing this past week - creating acoustic guitars and investigating liquor stores.
Needless to say, with regard to the former, it is a reinforcement of the guitar that I have just completed. Because sturdy guitar is needed for "percussive performance," he asked me to boldly modify the lute he got, and to finish it again as hard as it would be okay to bash him.
What is the latter, then, is a "market survey of whether percussive slamming methods will be received"? I said it was a market survey, but in short, I saw the atmosphere in the tavern, and I just blurted out what the hell the bard looked like so far, and would I take the new model I was thinking.
In conclusion, it is my expectation that it will be possible.
So far, bards who appear in taverns and other places fit in to the extent that, if I say it, "I don't know anything percussive as a playing technique for heroes Tan or love poems, although I'm trying to sing them emotionally" - that is, they rely on the strength and weakness of singing voices and fast bouncing as a way of bouncing up. That's not bad. but if percussion goes in or not, the whole nori changes completely.
Percussion, by which I mean 'blow', percussion instruments such as drums, for example, apply to it. The role of percussion is broad and does not fit just in terms of adding accents if necessary, changing the music reluctantly depending on how it is used, such as, for example, keeping the overall rhythm constant, straining the air, percussive beats taking on more of an active role in the composition of the melody - etc.
Without such percussion, it is possible for the Bards to play now by making the strengths and weaknesses of their performances dynamic and "having a good time" to thrive, but it is difficult to "attract the audience at once with a convoluted cocky way of playing".
(If there's percussion, it doesn't make sense. The quick-blown sound comes alive and the ears "saturate" in rhythm as soon as possible. Nori is definitely going to be different)
I was excited right now.
The expectation that my idea will surely work, coupled with the feeling of what kind of music that Gosh would be able to do if he learned how to play slums that he was still good enough at playing, (I want to teach Gosh how to play slums as soon as possible) deviates.
I'm not in a bad hurry if I don't turn it down quickly. It has absolutely nothing to do with Hetty seeing me with her jitsy eyes because she went to the tavern for a week. Normally I just look forward to the slam method.
Strongly put, well, there's no point in the clarification that I wasn't playing anything else, so why don't you join Uffi or Nell and not have a jitsy look at me?
With that said,
"Ha-ha-ha, speaking of which, I calculated. For the past week only, I was contributing more to the money than the Lord immersed in the tavern. I'm an angel, right? Meena Changu Competent, No Waiting for Dowry"
My Meena wanted something that didn't translate into something like that, but I didn't care about that Doya face, so I decided (let's show her that this is the real Guru capable one or the one soon) - and there's one side of it that I feel like teaching Gosh this soon, but well, let's just leave it at that.
"You can do it, that. Are you sure you still want a lute?"
Meena said, pointing to the guitar Lute I'm putting up.
"I guess so."
"So you're going to go into the shopping for Gosh now." This is your career plan. "
"Here, don't take people's lines"
Besides, the imitation doesn't resemble anything subtle. Mysteriously, Doya looks like she's cute as an obsession, but she's generally obnoxious.
Then when I flanked him for revenge, he flew away with the weird word "eh hiccup". I was a little more surprised because I was as light as a cat. Afterwards, he was "shucking" up his tail and intimidating him. Sounds like he's going to be on guard.
but he's got appraisal skills. It was a lame alert from me, so I played flanking him over and over - not to mention the story.
"Well, that. After all the prep, it's time to teach Gosh a lot."
While I was thinking about what I was going to do, the first thing I had to do was gently ring the guitar.