Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Violin explosion

John went to his violin tonight. The string holding the tailpiece had broken. Catastrophe! The bridge had vanished and the strings and tailpiece were up near the scroll, all loose and floppy. It could have hit him, he told me, if he'd been playing it at the time. If he'd been holding it the wrong way round, I told him. Nevertheless he was amazed, both at his incredible escape, and at the random nature of spontaneous violin tailpiece dehiscence.
'God! Anything can happen!
''Anything can happen. I slipped over this afternoon and cut my lip open on a cardboard box.'
'Anything did happen.'
'On a scale of things, how does it compare with that 150mph typhoon going over Fukushima yesterday?'



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