Ach, it sits in the upstairs closet and like Charlie Brown and the football, I keep trying to tune it with the same result every time.
Saturday, November 24, 2018
You Can't Dance Among The Cheese
This guy is just showing off tuning up with gloves on. Not being able to tune my violin without breaking strings or getting the dreaded string slack after fiddling (yup) endlessly with the stupid pegs even if you put rosin on them why oh why would it never work for me the horror—was the real reason I quit playing as a kid. That plus the battered case was forever spilling the thing into the aisles of the Park Sreet bus.
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