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It's Good I Live Alone, Now...
...because even a good friend wouldn't want to be within half a mile of an out-of-practice violinist.
The local antique stores are, for the most part, junk stores. They sell old things that nobody really wants (as opposed to slightly-used things that rich people want). I found this piece of junk next to a half-size member of its kin, chillin' and generally being useless -- the latter because it was missing two of its strings. A few days at the local music shop and it was back in working order.
Though, I don't remember holding a bow hurting this much, back in elementary. It's like someone punched me in the hand. Ow.
Maybe investing in some lessons wouldn't be a bad idea. If anything, it would force me to play. The bow thing will go away with practice and time. And I could potentially mooch free tuning off of the instructor. Being pretty much tone deaf sucks.
The local antique stores are, for the most part, junk stores. They sell old things that nobody really wants (as opposed to slightly-used things that rich people want). I found this piece of junk next to a half-size member of its kin, chillin' and generally being useless -- the latter because it was missing two of its strings. A few days at the local music shop and it was back in working order.
Though, I don't remember holding a bow hurting this much, back in elementary. It's like someone punched me in the hand. Ow.
Maybe investing in some lessons wouldn't be a bad idea. If anything, it would force me to play. The bow thing will go away with practice and time. And I could potentially mooch free tuning off of the instructor. Being pretty much tone deaf sucks.