We’d just finished our performance at Oxford Folk Weekend when a gent walked up to me and said “Never apologise for playing sad tunes, even in the saddest of tunes the fiddle has that trace of hope and joy in its sound – equally there’s always a tinge of sadness from the fiddle during the most joyous of tunes”.

He wandered off and I realised he’d just put into words something I’d felt for years – the complexity of the fiddle’s sound and the suspicion of a soul in its voice.

Deep!

It was a great festival.

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