I was much distressed by next door people who had twin babies and played the violin; but one of the twins died, and the other has eaten the fiddle, so all is peace.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I've been hearing fiddle music since I was in the womb, I'm sure.
My grandfather played a mandolin, so I got my hands on that. Then on down to a banjo, and I found I couldn't play any kind of soft or mournful music with that so I took up the fiddle in my late 20s or early 30s - and that was far too late. But it keeps me off the streets. It has been a love of mine since I was 17 maybe.
The moral of the story is not to listen to those who tell you not to play the violin but stick to the tambourine.
My mother and dad played the fiddle and the guitar.
Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.
I was always jealous of my violinist friends and cellist friends who traveled with their instruments.
I'm one of the boys, no better than the last second violinist. I'm just the lucky one to be standing in the center, telling them how to play.
I've played the violin since I was seven but stopped because there was a stage when it became 'uncool'. I was listening to Nirvana and wanted to play the guitar, so I ditched the violin.
I visited those friends who'd just had a baby, and she was washing dishes and he was cleaning the house, and I burst with happiness. And in their minds, they were in this terrible domestic rut.
As a child, I studied violin. My sister, who's 10 years older, was the actress in the family. I was painfully shy.
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