Thursday, July 26, 2007

fiddle courier

This is what a hardanger fiddle (hardingfele) looks like, for the record:


If you look really closely, you can see the extra strings that run under the bridge. I carried this sucker to Wisconsin and back on behalf of the fiddler who lives near me - she takes extra loaners for students to practice on. I felt like a total impostor, toting a violin case through the airports.

When I was coming back, a TSA guy at the Madison airport joked about how they were going to make me play it. I was like, ha-ha-ha, I can't play it at all. He's like, no, you'll be fine, we had this girl play trombone once in here, it was great! I said, no, really, you don't want to hear me play it. *That* would have been embarrassing. I don't even know how to make a stringed instrument make a noise. And imagine what would happen if the TSA found out I was impersonating a fiddler! I'd probably be on all kinds of lists by now!

3 comments:

I Blog, You Blog said...

Wait....are those still boxes in your apartment?? Unpack, missy!

:)

towwas said...

It's a long and miserable story, but...yes. Most of them have just appeared there in the last week and a bit, and I still need to make a lot of decisions about buying shelves. My apartment is a depressing maze of boxes right now.

I Blog, You Blog said...

You can tell me all about it tonight over martinis... :)