I am really not sure how to begin. I am not technically a professional violinist. I am an advanced violinist who occasionally gets paid to play something in public. I am someone who labors over a musical phrase for weeks and loves to make a pretty noise. I am someone who finds solace in scales and tortures myself with Sarasate. I am no prodigy. I am not sure what I am. I know that at this point, I am stuck with a violin attached like an extension of my arm forever, because, after putting 18 years of my quarter century in, I have a bad habit. I swear, the love of this instrument is like a drug for me.
For the past few months, I had been preparing for a rather interesting gig. I had worked hard. Shifts, rhythmic variations, fine tuning vibrato. The works. And then, I made a fatal mistake. I changed strings. My violin and I had words. It went something like this:
Violin: I don't like these.
Me: I know, I'm sorry. The ones you wanted were too expensive.
Violin: I don't - Wait a minute. . .Is it fall??
Me: Uh. .. yes. It is fall.
Violin: What happened to summer?
Me: um. . .Well. .. You're vintage. . .
Violin: You played me all summer long and didn't tell me that the seasons had changed???
Me: No offense, but you tend to be dramatic about humidity. And lack of humidity. And cold. And hot. And-
Me: Don't you warp your bridge at me!
A few days and a new bridge later, Violin had mellowed out a bit. He did treat me to the full gamut of vintage violin string change trauma.
What about you, does your violin ever give you a 'tude? Have you found that it is unique to playing a vintage instrument?
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