Many moons ago, when it was still popular to wear bell bottom jeans and to say groovy and far out, I played classical guitar. There were 6 strings to tune, which seemed to take forever.
This morning, in the wee insomniac hours, I decided to count the strings of all the instruments I play. The hammer dulcimer, and mine is the smallest model, has 46. The harp, also a fairly small model, has 26. The octave mandolin has 8 and the banjo has 5. That’s about a gazillion strings, or 85, depending on your counting methods.
Tuning all my strings is like painting the Golden Gate Bridge. When I’ve come to the end, it’s time to start over again.