I knew this guy in high school...
...who was a violinist. We'll call him Fred. We went to the same orchestra. And when everyone else was struggling with the cost of sheet music, he was bragging about the beautiful, professional bow his dad had bought him for his beautiful, professional violin.

Now I should say that he's a good player, but at this point he wasn't as good as he thought he was. But he wouldn't SHUT UP. His dad said he was great, so everyone else should think so too! So he didn't make many friends in the orchestra...

Anyway, at one point we had a guest conductor, who was used to directing a wind band. Upon listening to the string section butcher a phrase, he snatches Fred's lovely violin and bow, and starts miming dragging the bow up and down the strings.

"The bowing is down, up, up, DOWN!" He yells, dragging the bow with amazing force on the last downbow. Unfortunately, he had never played a violin before.

The lovely bow hair got caught in the violin's fine tuning pegs, ripping both the hair out of the bow and the strings out of tune. Cue Fred staring aghast at the remains of his lovely bow as the orchestra erupts with laughter...

It's a horrible thing to happen to any instrument, but it was great poetic justice!
(Sivvus trolley collision in the fruit aisle led to a jam, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 22:10, 1 reply)

Awww.
Well at least he was grateful and loved his dad. Could be worse.
( Digeridude Lord Wellington's Beef Trapeze, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 22:37, closed)