but if I return half broken will you still want me any more?

Retrieved the violin from the miracle-workers down in Berkeley today, where I had an Alasdair Fraser-worship moment with the salesperson. For the companion of my life was in need of repair and sounded like it had fiddle-flu by the end of the semester. There was about half an hour of serious panic when I took it into a practice room and it sounded like it was on its noisy deathbed even after a new soundpost and glue and stuff, but the craftsdude listened politely to my near-teary explanations, took it away, did who-knows-what, and brought back something sounding familiar. I could have kissed him. The lower strings don't rattle my teeth like they should, but I think that'll come back when the new strings break in. And the E sounds gloriously sweet.

but if I return half broken will you still want me any more?

Retrieved the violin from the miracle-workers down in Berkeley today, where I had an Alasdair Fraser-worship moment with the salesperson. For the companion of my life was in need of repair and sounded like it had fiddle-flu by the end of the semester. There was about half an hour of serious panic when I took it into a practice room and it sounded like it was on its noisy deathbed even after a new soundpost and glue and stuff, but the craftsdude listened politely to my near-teary explanations, took it away, did who-knows-what, and brought back something sounding familiar. I could have kissed him. The lower strings don't rattle my teeth like they should, but I think that'll come back when the new strings break in. And the E sounds gloriously sweet.