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Unholy Smoke

During my performance, as I was "sawing" on my fiddle, the audience began to roar. I latter learned that my instrument appeared to smoke to those watching in the theatre. Curious as it was, this was not a planned effect. Near as I can figure what the audience witnessed was the abundance of rosin powdering off my brittle and used bow.

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Friday, 22 October, 2004 18:01

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