The Inside of a Violin
Well I know exactly how to design my future house now, thank you very much.
So cool. o_o
looks like a very clean attic
I want to live inside a violin
Lucia Micarelli “Kashmir” (x)
“I’m not taking anything out on anyone. I just want to know when it became a thing to play ‘Kashmir’ on a violin. These days every idiot with a fiddle does it.”
-Verba de Futuro, a Sherlock fanfic
Last Night I Performed the WORST Violin Rendition of “Deck The Halls” EVER.
Seriously. Them “Fa-la-las” is brutal. Fortunately the dog is the only one who had to hear it.
I see that I have alluded above to his powers upon the violin. These were very remarkable, but as eccentric as all his other accomplishments. That he could play pieces, and difficult pieces, I knew well, because at my request he has played me some of Mendelssohn’s Lieder, and other favourites. When left to himself, however, he would seldom produce any music or attempt any recognized air. Leaning back in his arm-chair of an evening, he would close his eyes and scrape carelessly at the fiddle which was thrown across his knee. Sometimes, the chords were sonorous and melancholy. Occasionally they were fantastic and cheerful. Clearly they reflected the thoughts which possessed him, but whether the music aided those thoughts, or whether the playing was simply the result of a whim or fancy was more than I could determine. I might have rebelled against these exasperating solos had it not been that he usually terminated them by playing in quick succession a whole series of my favourite airs as a slight compensation for the trial upon my patience.Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - « A Study in Scarlet » (1887).
Your regularly scheduled violin porn.
- Sherlock: *plays "God save the Queen" on the violin*
- The partner-in-crime: There's one for you to learn
- Me: *plays*