Grandfather’s violin

I know, he actually lied, most of the times. Practicing the violin was one of the toughest jobs I’ve ever done in my entire life. I can still now vividly remember the image of that 7-year-old, body-sweated, muscle-strained, and chin-hurt little girl trying to produce what, my father hoped, as true music. “Every note must sound like it has emotion inside. Play with your heart, not your hands” – he told me. At the same time, every note must also sound correctly in-tone, and harmoniously blended together, into a not too bright or too dark sound. This is extremely difficult, for violin demands a very high level of musical precision from the fiddler: Of all instruments, violin is the only one that doesn’t show the correct position for each note, which fiddler can only count on their musical instinct, and probably experience, to be able to perform.