Fiddling



Life Spent the day in Manchester feeling like I'm about to get a cold and hammering through a frustrating six hundred words of my latest essay (due 6th June) -- frustrating because I know I'll probably be rewriting half of it by handing before it's completed. With the film too, I've had one of those days. So I'm listening to some Carthy and Kerr and hoping a upturn in excitment before midnight. I'm really not sure how anyone can get that kind of rapid sound out of a fiddle. Amazing.

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