This weekend's Scroll Shop project;
Was supposed to be me and the Ol' Man finishing up a banjo. He had to make a trip to the Doc-in-a-Box (this is his condescending description for the Urgent Care place closest to him and my Mom, where they are frequent flyers) so #27 can cool out for another week.
I love posting about my friends here in Virginia. This bass I've been setting up belongs to my mentor and friend of almost 35 years. When I first started played bass in the late 1980's, he was the best there was around here, and in my opinion, he still is.
Mark 'Rabbit' Ramsey came out of U.S. Air Force as a medic shortly after Operation Desert Storm, came back home and went to school to become a Registered Nurse. These days, he treats geriatric mental patients. We bonded over a mutual admiration for the bass-playing of several bluegrass and jazz luminaries, and Rabbit could easily channel a couple of them. I would follow him closely for several years, and study every note he played, every nuance. He would patiently show me anything. Often I'd get to sub for him. When I moved to Nashville in 1996 to play full-time, he replaced me with the band I'd been in. We played so much alike, it was a perfect fit. Some of that band is still together. Over the years, Rabbit and me kinda' became the first-call guys for any bluegrass gigs... and we'd often pass off to each other the ones we couldn't do, and keep bandleaders happy. It was great being able to be two places at once! I can't remember now what year it was he asked me to come play bass with his neices and nephews, so he could move to guitar, as they were working on a project... not everybody wants to go play with little kids. You might remember the show America's Got Talent... those kids went all the way to the final round. Three of them play professionally now. We just got to watch the whole thing happen.
So I've just been doing a boring old setup job on a 1978 Englehardt bass. New bridge and soundpost, planed the fingerboard, restrung. Rabbit got it new in '79, he told me. It survived a car wreck and a house fire. The firefighters accidentally knocked it over and broke the pegbox off while dousing the flames. He had the fiddler in their band fix it, who coincidentally learned shadetree instrument repair from the same guy I did. He also carved this old bridge, with the grain turned the wrong way. Small world.
It's an unusual snowy day here in Virginia. Enjoy the pictures now that my rambling post is done.