The more I read current great storytellers, the more I realise how much all those whose “hearts are tighten with an undefined longing for something infinite, something connected with eternity”* share literary role models such as William Shakespeare, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Marcdel Proust or A.
This reminds me of a similar condition in the American South. Children who heard music in their towns were hungry for the opportunity to learn and play music, but even the mail order Sears guitars were beyond their families’ reach. What they did was nail a discarded string to the wall and “fret” it with a finger or a slide to create lines of notes. It was called a Diddly Bow, and that was the first “instrument” for Buddy Guy, Elmore James, and a thousand other masters. It’s not known if Bo Diddly ever played one.
Remarkable rendering of the painting's backstory. Fluid and brings the piece to life.
This reminds me of a similar condition in the American South. Children who heard music in their towns were hungry for the opportunity to learn and play music, but even the mail order Sears guitars were beyond their families’ reach. What they did was nail a discarded string to the wall and “fret” it with a finger or a slide to create lines of notes. It was called a Diddly Bow, and that was the first “instrument” for Buddy Guy, Elmore James, and a thousand other masters. It’s not known if Bo Diddly ever played one.
The real violins in heaven bit is just unfair, frankly.