Now, I can play this version of the tune as well, but Ryan is the better man on the fiddle. So, I gladly recorded him as he played the old girl. Personally, I thought the mystery Civil War era fiddle turned out great. It’s sound reminds me of one’s grandma singing an old sweet tune out on the porch, with a voice that was once beautiful.
For the full background, see the post about a month back called “The Coffin Case.”
I must say I have eagerly awaited this moment, and I did have some level of fear the old violin would simply fly apart when tuned.
Nope. It acted as it should have, albeit with a few grumpy creaks as the strings went tight.
He’s keeping it for another week for fine tuning, but at this point I am well satisfied.
This relic of our agrarian past will play again.