Modulus Graphite, the ‘80s & 2 Basses (Part 1 – the Quantum 6)
A few posts back, a fellow wondered what a history of Modulus and their instruments would read like. Here is a wee piece of that history…
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The Eighties were a magic time for guitars and their technologies. All of the experiments of the 70s were now well developed and in production. Musical genres and musical tones were proliferating. And San Francisco was still a major nexus of musicians, technology and some of the best instruments on earth.
I was 25, a bike messenger by day and a bassist by night. My bass was a Gibson Victory Artist that was serving me quite well, whatever the genre of music. But I caught the fretless bug that was in the air during the 80s. Loving the Gibson and its warm purr like I did, I reckoned taking the frets off would get me to the sound I wanted while keeping the instrument I cherished (and still have!). As it happened, I thought I knew of a place that could do the work, as I had been rolling by it day after day in the course of my deliveries. So, one long lunchbreak in 1987, I bungeed the bass to my bike’s basket and rode over to the Modulus guitar shop on Folsom Street.
The shop was located in a large early 20th c warehouse. My memory has it the usual SF/SOMA configuration of a deep, open-floor rectangle with brick walls and a high ceiling with wood-beams strutted about to hold up the roof. A big iron lung machine in the middle of the floor. Worktables on either side. The front of the shop was a… large booth, 8 or 10 guitars and basses hanging on the wall, a couple of combo amps on the floor, a chair and counter and a bit of a partition to separate the vast and somewhat gloomy back from the better-lit street front. I entered, waited a bit and eventually a fellow not much older than me came out, introduced himself as “Joe”, asked after my needs and, after a quick convo, took my bass for fret removal and fret-marker inlays. Just another mod job dropped off at one of the many SF guitar shops back then, right?
Before I left, I took one of their catalogues.
There was much guitar porn those 80s’ days: star instruments; new instruments; the latest rock technology. That catalogue, though, was a communique from a world of basses of another order. Not Gibson, Not Fender, Not Wal or Spector… monocoques… space age materials…and one of them had… (omg, ***!)… 6 STRINGS!!!
This last excited me to no end; suddenly, it all made sense: the Gibson as my fretless and get a Quantum thing fretted for multi-octave note choice. When I picked up the Gibson, I asked if I could examine one of them never-before-seen 6-string creatures. Joe, a thin, quiet fellow with a serious and careful air about him appropriate to his Jesuit-black jeans and tee, went into the back and came out with one of those magical instruments and quickly set me up. I am not a player who bangs out “Smoke on the Water” or lets rip an “Eruption” when demo-ing a guitar for 20 minutes. Instead, I just strapped it on, picked a few notes, felt it against my chest, marveled at its close string spacing and thrilled, thrilled to its range. I had to get one.
It took some months for me to work up the will to actually place the order, but eventually I did. Come one August day, I locked my bike in front of the building and went in to buy me a Modulus. This time there was another fellow up front, a large man talking casually with a customer in a Dead tee. That large man was Geoff Gould.
A big, beardy fellow with presence. Button-front shirt and blue jeans. Like Allen Ginsberg, he had the air of someone with much on his mind, but also easily in touch with the patience to listen and talk me to the instrument that I wanted. He told me about the history of his company and the technology, some of the players and their records for reference, then some of the options from which I could choose. As you can see from the sales order form, Geoff and the team at Modulus were prepared to do quite a lot…………. if you knew what you wanted. There were no sample books or parts catalogues obviously at hand and I was not informed enough to know what I needed. What I DID know was that Alembic levels of fancy would cost; I had the cash but not THAT much cash.
The instrument I got - $2,835 in 2021 dollars.
This is about as basic a Quantum as one could get, yet the most versatile guitar I have ever owned: an ash (?) body, painted Gunmetal Sparkle for a subtle contrast with the narrow through-body neck and the Q6 “Gould” Bartollini pickup set; an on/off switch for each pickup; and Gibson-style “speed knobs” for volume and tone controls. I also asked for a preamp on/off switched that Mr. Gould double-checked with me to be sure I wanted such a thing on this bass – yessir, I did: useful on the Gibson, may be useful on the Quantum.
I came back a couple of days later to place where the knobs and switches would be (I just knew I would be chording that sucker and wanted to be sure my hand was not going to be whacking the controls while getting my Lemmy on) and confirming that there would be a good gap between the neck and the neck pickup, as I like to apply my plectrum there. Done, I settled down for the 8-12 week wait.