While the accompanimental [sic] figures come from Prelude, the melody is wholly original to this theme. First stated on a lonely duduk, and then in octaves by the violins and violas, it is a melancholy and contemplative tune.
I first picked up a violin aged five - I just assumed everyone played.
He lifted the violin to his shoulder then, and raised the bow. And he played.
There is a man, playing a violin, and the strings are the nerves in his own arm.
As a young child, I played the violin. I think that that started the spark
At the age of nine, playing the violin at school, and then onto the mandolin.
We are so not breaking out the violins and pity partying.
I know writers who write only when inspiration comes. How would Isaac Stern play if he played the violin only when he felt like it? He would be lousy.
I don't mind conducting the orchestra if I can play the violin.
I do use an electric violin. Actually, my regular electric violin, which I sometimes use, is by Ned Steinburger.
I guess really what my goal is is just to enlarge the violin repertoire.
I don't think there is any end to translucence. It's an endless journey, rather like playing the violin.
Being content is perhaps no less easy than playing the violin well: and requires no less practice.
For one movie, I'm learning to play a violin, and I had never picked up a violin in my life. That's a big challenge. That's what I see as one of the advantages of this business. You get to do things you'd never do, in a normal lifestyle.
What drew me to the violin was mastering the instrument technically, which I'm continuing to do.
I never had becoming Miss America on my radar screen. But when I was 17, I decided to quit the violin and my parents were devastated.
The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise silverflamed, and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out again crunched like candy thunder. Oh, it was wonder of wonders. And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, came the violin solo above all the other strings, and those strings were like a cage of silk around my bed. Then flute and oboe bored, like worms of like platinum, into the thick thick toffee gold and silver. I was in such bliss, my brothers.
Unnatural to expect that learning to be happy should be any easier than, say, learning to play the violin or require any less practice.
I took up violin because my best mate had taken it up, so I did likewise.
Of course, the recorder will never have the repertoire of the piano or the violin.
