Dawg unveils new Mandola model from Eastman.

In an excellent interview on the Mandolin Cafe David Grisman recently unveiled photos of the new Eastman Mandola prototype (shown above). As someone who doesn’t own a mandola this is a tempting addition to the arsenal, for sure.

Since it would never be a primary tool for me as a player, I could never justify the expense of a high end custom mandola like the Kimble I lusted after at IBMA so many moons ago. So for me an imported Eastman mandola might be just the ticket, especially if it looks as good as those prototype pics appear.

I’m a sucker for those good old Lyon and Healy designs, bring it on!

I suppose I’ll need to figure out where the local Eastman dealers are huh?

Question from Jim MacDaniel: Thank you for all of the music you’ve shared with us over the years, and for inspiring many of us (myself included) to learn the mandolin. I also want to thank you for Corrado Giacomel’s J5 design into the realm of affordability for many of us, through your partnership with Corrado and Eastman—and we also loved the Eastman revival of the Bacon. On this latter note, is there anything new on the drawing board that you can share with us now?

David Grisman: As you may already know Jim, the next model in the Dawg Collection Series is a replica of the Lyon & Healy Style A mandola, an incredible design that hasn’t been produced for 80+ years! This has taken a bit longer as Eastman recently moved their USA offices from Maryland to California. I recently approved the 2nd prototype (with a slightly more acute neck angle and slimmer neck profile) and production has begun on these models. I’m very pleased with their attention to detail and willingness to build instruments that are different than the norm and reasonably priced. Other models are on the drawing boards and I’ll let Scott know about them as they near completion. No F-5s though, I’m avoiding the fray.

Kimble Mandola – A brief love affair, recalled.

There are moments in life that you will never forget. Like that moment, at camp, on the last day, dancing with that girl. You can’t even remember her name, but that moment will live on forever. Maybe you were on vacation at the beach, and you’d been eying a girl laying out every day a few yards over and on that last day you finally got up the nerve to say hi. But all did was say hi. Then you spent the entire miserable drive home wondering what her name was, and what her laugh sounded like. She was perfect, and maybe she was perfect only because you never actually got to know her, but perfect none the less. You’d never know, but for that brief fleeting moment when you locked eyes and said a quick “HI”, it was perfection.

And so it was that I met a Kimble Mandola. Years ago at IBMA I spent a few fleeting moments with a lovely blond in a hotel room.

There is a very similar one for sale in the cafe classifieds, pictured below. Probably not the same one, but very similar. If I was a man of greater means I would swoop in on my white horse and once again rekindle that flame. But alas, she will have to live on in my dreams, in perfection.

A photo of a lovely blond's backside.