Fiddling around
Returning to the violin after a 30 year break
Hello everyone
Well, I’m still reading and creating Zettelkasten notes on Elizabeth Strout’s Amy & Isabelle, so you all have a reprieve on hearing my thoughts on that book for another week you’ll be glad to hear.
This week I’m going to tell you about how and why I returned to playing the violin after a 30 year break.
Last June, on a whim, I got down the old Skylark violin I’d had as a teenager, wiped off the dust, googled what strings a violin had, tried to tune it, and promptly snapped the bridge in half. Now, to be fair, the bridge was thin and was probably on its way out anyway, but I didn’t know enough about what I was doing to think about checking that the bridge was perpendicular to the violin before putting the pressure of taunt strings onto it. I got it fixed well enough that it could withstand the strings, and, while I was waiting for a replacement bridge, tentatively started practising.
So why did I decide to return to playing the violin? Well, through therap…