I am excited to have new strings on my hammered dulcimer. It was long overdue since I haven't ever put new strings on it and I bought it 17 years ago. I was on my way to a music workshop in Harrisonburg, Virginia, so I drove through Bedford, Virginia and visited James Jones' dulcimer workshop. He built my dulcimer back in 1992. He spiffed it up with new strings and a proper dusting. I forgot my electronic tuner, so I spent a long time this morning tuning with only a pitch pipe and my ears.
Since I am away from my video recorder for this week, I will do some audio recording. Here is a pretty little round in triple meter that I just learned from one of my round books. I accompany it on my hammered dulcimer. fyi...Philomel means nightingale.
At Summer Morn
At summer morn the merry lark heralds in the day.
At eventide sad Philomel breathes her plaintive lay.
Warbling sweetly all her grief away.
