The Nightingale tells it’s fairy tale of paradise where roses grew.” Thank you Mr. Carmichael for this romantic refrain, it is a timeless melodic reminiscence. We shall see if this high-end Italian tube invasion is as George and Ira pondered, “May just be passing fancies and in time may go.” […] From the land of Amati and Puccini from across the wide ocean they have not forgotten the alchemy of tubes. What was once old has found new life in the ancient eternal city. It’s only now I remember the words of the Master: “You must follow the light Grasshopper for there is yet joy to be found in the spiral path.”

The Nightingale tells it’s fairy tale of paradise where roses grew.” Thank you Mr. Carmichael for this romantic refrain, it is a timeless melodic reminiscence. We shall see if this high-end Italian tube invasion is as George and Ira pondered, “May just be passing fancies and in time may go.” […] From the land of Amati and Puccini from across the wide ocean they have not forgotten the alchemy of tubes. What was once old has found new life in the ancient eternal city. It’s only now I remember the words of the Master: “You must follow the light Grasshopper for there is yet joy to be found in the spiral path.”