Then I dated Shannon, the psychotic music student from New Jersey. Because of the demands of her program, after performing _once_ on a set of strings, she had to swap them out. So I got a set of Piastro Olive strings.
As soon as we deposit some cash into the account tomorrow, I've been budgetting to get myself a set. When I buy new strings, I don't fuck around anymore.
These are they. Note the composition on them all. Gold, silver and real gut. These things are worth _every_ penny. Because most of them have at least a little gold in them, they last forever. The tone is fantastic. Putting them on Mercutio turns him into a completely different instrument. Mind you, it's also like ricing out a Civic- Merc is a good axe, but he's definitely an economy class; neither of us has any pretensions that he is otherwise. But he's a tough son-of-a-bitch, as can be noted from the scratches and dings and broken bits (the corners at his waist have been broken by overly vigorous bowing).
I can't _wait_ to break him out again. Hopefully he's equipped by Hunter's Moon.