The reason for the "one remaining drum" is that Mike Curotto buried all the really good ones with himself in California before the West Coast became Arizona Bay.
Just kiddin' Mike.....Bowing
The reason for the "one remaining drum" is that Mike Curotto buried all the really good ones with himself in California before the West Coast became Arizona Bay.
Just kiddin' Mike.....Bowing
"The word is largely a marketing term for sellers and a search term for buyers who are looking for collectible drums."
This, to me, is the most reasonable definition that has been proposed.
[QUOTE=Pounder;80363"A tear rolled down Gramp's right eye as he took a deep pollution-filled breath and started with the story: "Oh, young Kono, if only you could have seen the day.. the day when there were many fine drums around..."[/QUOTE]
There isn’t going to be a young Kono listening to his grandfather in the future!
It has been posited by distinctly eminent sociologists (if sociology can ever rise to eminence) that the degradation of modern society is a result of 'The triumph of rhythm over melody'. Before the African influence invaded the dancefloor, couples were in each other’s arms and subject to Nature’s chemical signals. Now, of course, the drummer has completely separated all our future moms and dads and forced them to rely on purely visual signals; hence, the decline in society. I kid you not. We drummers are to blame for even that!
To continue: "There will be a single Whitehall 3 ply Japanese drum on a pedestal at the top of a 100ft. hill. There, the beat-starved villagers will trek up the hill to pay homage to the one remaining drum, that exhibited amazing qualities of resilience due to an abnormal figured maple inner ply. Kono, the 3-year-old boy wonder paint-can beater, noticed the plaque under the pedestal for all to see. Wondering about it, he ran down the hill and asked his great-grandfather, "What does 'V-I-N-T-A-G-E' mean, Gramps?" "A tear rolled down Gramp's right eye as he took a deep pollution-filled breath and started with the story: "Oh, young Kono, if only you could have seen the day.. the day when there were many fine drums around..."
...Whitehall indeed...how about a Star instead? It has more character than a Whitehall. And I will be the one to place it there...and Kevin is right, as I read this, the same thought came to mind...Currotto will have them in a vault in the Sierra...under a huge slab of granite, in a sealed, climate controlled atmosphere, and they will be unearthed in 10,000 years, only to be used for firewood and donkey-cart wheels...
Well, I went to ebay and found this:
a new drum listed as "vintage" because it supposedly has a "vintage" sound.
anyone hear of these, Anchor drums, do they have a vintage sound. Is this just a boutique drum maker or what? And is there just one vintage sound?
Boutique builder. It appears that drum is made from one of the Keller "vintage" mahogany shells. I can't say for sure what their interpretation of the vintage sound is, but, as far as snare drums out there, there are still many truly vintage snare drums available, so I don't see that selling point as being valid. That's just my opinion, though. That and a dime won't even get you near a cup of coffee. Burger Kin
Drums like this probably really do sound good, but I'm not attracted to them. I can't really explain why.
All the rules have gone out the window, with the term "Vintage" Being loosely used by several new drum sellers.
Strangefish, that western academic elitist dynamic holds validity for mostly western elitist academics. I'm glad that eminent sociologist doesn't know what he's talking about. I mean, you have the beat coming on the dance floor and that somehow relates to elders no longer being respected in the future? I suppose you can try to connect the 2 but its a stretch.. In fact the contrary could be argued, as those very cultures which brought the beat to the music still held long traditions in respect for family and tribal elders. So you can't blame disrespect on them.
I think that elitist eminent sociologist could easily be part of the problem, as back when the dance was not "invaded by the beat" there were much fewer academics even in society. Now that we have been run over by academics, traditions such as respect for elders is being questioned and is in danger of being removed from society by too much critical thought.
The fabulously redeeming feature of sociologists, accademic or otherwise, is that they are always on the outside looking in, and consequently, never expected to buy the drinks, but fortunately, never in danger of actually joining the human race, getting laid, and subsequently polluting the gene pool.
Playing devil’s advocate here, I suspect the degradation of society they are referring to relates primarily to the apparent rise in single parent families that, ironically enough, is far more a result of the permissive society so fervently advocated by sociologists and their alien ilk preaching in universities during the ‘Swinging Sixties’, than could ever be ascribed to a good solid backbeat.
However, listening to the Glenn Miller ‘Lost Recordings’ while writing this, I feel a certain sympathy for their proffered hypothesis: they are a wonderful vignette of a far more romantically alluring bygone age, despite the occasional sound of the London Blitz in the background.
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