On my violin, you naughty-minded thing, you.
It's been...oh, I dunno...a year? since I've had the violin out of the case at all. It was sort of in tune with itself when I pulled it out this afternoon, but totally flat. There was a horrible cracking sound as I turned the peg for the G - it hadn't been moved for probably ten years.
I don't know what note that string makes now. Not G, I know that.
Let's just say I'm a long way from being Jeremy Kittel.
But
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
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