The loveliest quality of music involves its modulation upon the theme of time.
Songs eerily consolidate the memory, making obscure chemical connections in the brain.
They conjure up moments out of time. They reconstitute things long gone, to the point that smells and images and a precise forgotten ache of the heart return hauntingly for a moment. Songs, playing in the mind, become the subtlest shuttle across the years. The dramatization that occurs in that moment is intimate and utterly private. By constructing history's most beloved plucked string instruments, James North brings the luthier's craft to its highest evolutionary state.