I've been on the ground in Halifax, Nova Scotia for three days now. I love this city. It's one of my favorite places. I've got live music lined up for the weekend, a little Cape Breton hike, and I've found the fiddle I've been waiting for. David Bradshaw at the Halifax Folklore Centre set me up with a nice Stainer copy, and sent me happily on my way. He's even given me a good contact for a teacher while I'm out here. I spent a couple of hours going through David's stock, and in the end left with the first one he showed me. She wasn't the most expensive, and she wasn't the prettiest, but something about her just seems to suit me. I'm calling my fiddle Molly. It seemed to me that she needed a name. She's a little rough, and she's certainly not a pure-bread, but she has a sultry voice, and she's already managed to empty my wallet. I am no longer a renter, and my Halifax adventure has begun. (There are pictures of Molly in my photo section)4 comments
Playing Since: 2009
Experience Level: Just Startin'
Occupation: Naval Officer
Mid to late 19th century Stainer styled German trade violin. She's got a few dings and scrapes, and her pedigree is something of a question mark, but she's beautiful and she has a sultry sort of voice. I think I'll call her Molly.
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Last Visit 6/21/2009
I've never been so proud to proclaim that I was brand new to something. At thirty-four, I am a complete beginner, and as excited about this new journey as I think anyone could be. I muddled through a number of years of piano lessons as a child, and blew a couple years-worth of sour notes on a Baritone in my school years, but I'd never had the inclination to call myself a musician. I guess I never really got it. I didn't engaged my instrument with any tangible joy, or enthusiasm. I wasn't forced into music, don't get me wrong, but I was really just going through the motions. The first time I drew my rental bow across the strings of my rental fiddle, I owned a sensation that money can't buy. I believe that there is a stored potential in every instrument that a musician practices to release into the world. So far I've released only a few simple tunes, but the effect on me has been one of complete liberation. The gate is swinging on its hinges behnd me, and I've taken the first tentative steps on this trip. Can't wait to see what's around the corner.
'uh-oh...' 6 hrs
'Fiddle Case Hygrometer' 18 hrs
'A Hand For The Band' 19 hrs