I originally posted this back in 2010 on my Barnjazz.com blog. I was reminded of the great deal I got on an old Martin mandolin there, since we are now making plans to sell it. The old Chicago Store described below is no more, having relocated to another location nearby. I was fortunate to visit this old gem before it closed. Here is the post again, revised, hope you enjoy the story. DJ
Many a famous musician who has passed through Tucson, including Johnny Cash and Billy Gibbons of ZZ Top, had the privilege of perusing the world-famous Chicago Store, located downtown on West Congress, with its hoard of musical instruments and gear. The “attic” of the store was normally off limits to civilians. According to a newspaper article, musicians would point out this and that instrument or piece of gear, and have the items shipped out. It sounds like an old tale where a sailor stumbles upon the lost plunder of a pirate ship.
Well, this time the “attic” (the old dusty roped off upstairs area) was open to the public for the first time. I went in right after opening time, 9 AM, not too many musicians in sight this early. After a short recon, up the stairs I go, in great anticipation.
OK, it's not a pirate hoard, but a Sargasso Sea of old live sound and DJ gear, neglected guitar amps in various conditions of old age and disrepair, nothing much of interest here, except maybe that old Crate vintage amp…..
On to the next level, up the creaky old wooden stairs with all kinds of warning signs saying, “Keep Out!”. Surely this is where all the old string instruments go to die. I stare at maybe several thousand cases for violins, violas, cellos, some instruments lying around out of the case, some hidden inside. Hopeless! I am beginning to feel like Indiana Jones…
After a few minutes of poking around, I find that most of the cases are empty or contain badly maimed and broken old instruments. I am not a luthier, so I get ready to leave, but no… One last time, I ask the universe, “is there anything here I need to see?”.
Having faith (if not a touch of mental illness), I find myself staring at what turns out to be a very old rectangular, tan Roth violin case. I open it up, and behold, just about what I expected, an old beat-up violin. She has a dark brown to black finish (“ox blood” according to my luthier friend Tom Bielejec.), maybe something that the devil would play when going up against Charlie Daniels.
But hey, its playable, and I am looking for something to rent to my students or maybe use for a different flavor while recording. I pluck the out of tune strings, thinking, “this one sounds pretty good!”
I put it back in its drab looking case, walk away, and start poking into a few more of the cases stashed like old coffins in the corner. Nothing. An old fellow is now up there as well, looking at a cheap Chinese violin that he found in one of these cases. I show him that it's not very good, and a ½-size anyway.
He then goes over to where the old Roth case sits, and I say to myself, “Hey buddy, not today”. I go over and pick it up again. I look around and find Mark Levkowitz, son of the store owners, showing another guy an enormous old bass fiddle in the next aisle over.
Mark looks at the violin I am holding, and agrees that it needs some work, and has no maker’s tag (the store tag says “no name, German, $400”). I am thinking maybe $200 tops.
So, he says, “how about $75?”. I reply, “I think I can do that!” Yeah baby…
So back downstairs, I lug down the old Crate amp that they wanted $39.00 for as is. Mark plugs it in; it does not turn on. Fuse is good. OK, so he says the speaker alone is worth at least that, maybe more. He is right, it's a great old vintage Crate with the old-style wooden crate box covering the sides. But it does not work – Mark has the name of a great local Crate amp tech. $20 – sold! (n.b. I later replaced the fuse holder, and now it works!)
About now I am feeling pretty good about this plundering of the old attic. On the way out I ask Mark, do you have any great old Mandolins? He says not really, except maybe that old Martin over there. Originally marked at $1500, on clearance for $500.
I pick it up. It's an old Martin bowlback style, the sales tag says its vintage 1898 – 1910. Mother of pearl inlay, and it does look very old, but in fair condition. It is not really playable due to a warp in the neck and bent tuners, but it sounds pretty good from what I can tell. It's not exactly the kind of mandolin I normally play. But from 1898?
I say, “well can’t really afford $500, I have a limit today.” Mark comes back with, “well this weekend I could do $400…you could come back, the sale runs through Sunday”. Here we are, then, the spirit of old Joe Levkowitz, channeled through his son, Mark, who obviously has been around long enough to know the drill. I counter with “$300”, but I feel pretty bad about that, I know it's probably worth at least $1000 or more in the collector market, but hey, its me mano-a-mando with Joe-mark, and it's worth a try. But Mark is not budging, and in fact I think he’s having second thoughts about the $400.
I go up to pay for the amp and violin, and then that old voice clicks on inside my head, “don’t be an idiot, get the thing!”.
I turn to Mark and say, “go ahead and bring it over, let’s ring her up”. Some of the other sales guys are now aware of the action, and ask Mark, “who’s getting the Martin? How much did you sell it for?” I am now feeling pretty good about this.
“$400 it is, and worth every penny!” (So says the ghost of Joe “Chicago” who by now is smiling. I can feel it).
