On recent visit to Camano Island (Washington) to visit cousin Joe Parks, his wife, Suzi, recorded me playing Spellbound Waltz on my grandfather’s fiddle. (A fiddle that she, as a wonderful surprise, presented to me because she, sadly, can no longer play.) I hadn’t seen the fiddle in more than 35 years, and it hadn’t been played for a long time, so it took a while to get it to stay in tune.
Joe and Suzi had never heard the melody, so I played it — a tune I composed (B-flat, G-minor) in honor of my parents who were killed aboard their sailboat, Spellbound. I didn’t know she would be posting the video online (What isn’t posted online these days?), otherwise I might have asked for a do-over. But it’s OK, all things considered. I like the sound of Grandpa Edwards’ fiddle. It will get better with playing. . . . Once I get those darned turners fixed.