“Julio, can you show me where the music shops are?”
“Oh there’s a strip of about 20 in a row right in downtown Lima.”
It was all over from there. With some child-like begging and a few temper tantrums, my plan succeeded as we headed to music central. I don’t know why that is considered immature because it is clearly a flawless technique. With a bounce in my step, I was able to regress to childhood and become a kid in a candy store again, except much less mature this time. At my first outing (obviously there were more than one – I was an experienced colic baby), I picked up a couple inexpensive instruments to hold me over, such as those zampoñas and a pair of maracas to smuggle through customs. I avoided a charango because of cost, but that inner child of mine has an ample resume for draining my bank account.
Consequently, after doing credible YouTube research, I caved and purchased one of these 10-stringed mandolin instruments that were born in what is now considered the country of Peru. It plays like a guitar, except the strings are arranged in pairs. So when you press one finger on any given note, you are really hitting two strings and playing two notes at once. You can get a better visualization from the image below:
It can have almost a middle-eastern touch if played one way, a ukulele sound if played another, and obviously a Spanish feel being the most prevalent. It seems very versatile and capable of many different sounds and styles. Most people play it without a guitar pick and just use their fingers and nails to strum and pluck the strings.
Check out this YouTube demonstration of how it is commonly played. I will be this good in about two weeks:
Although not my forte, Justin helped encourage my quiet bartering skills. A rare charango, a soft case, and an extra set of strings all for under $150 USD…I was practically forced into making it happen. Plus, the instrument alone is non-existent in the United States, and even if it were widespread throughout the country, the extra zeros on the bottom line of the receipt would be mind-blasting! As a result, I suddenly had in my possession a carefully-crafted block of wood with a few connected strings that gave me a unique ability to create a distinct sound upon return to the US. I am pretty sure this cuts me to the front of the line for the new superhero election, but I may have already won the position. Now let’s see what I can do with this power.
I’ve had a few days to strum the ol’ 10-string thus far and I am more than pleased with my purchase. I decided last minute not to lug my 98-pound amplifier throughout my journey of Peru, so I haven’t exactly had the opportunity to play with the electric side of the instrument other than in the store where it was purchased. But, it sounded great plugged in for those five minutes, so now I am left with the opportunity to apply my skills from the guitar to the charango. As far as I can tell, I have made a successful purchase, but I am keeping my fingers crossed that I will not end up pouting in tears because of some sly scam that I have been a victim of, as the theme of maturity continues.