I like my fiddle. I like to fiddle. There's precious else in this world I would rather do than fiddle. I've recently been informed by a certain otherwise loving, caring member of my family that said person is "sick and tired of fiddle music."
I am certain that others have faced this serious domestic problem---which is probably extended to banjos, guitars, mandolins, and all other host of musical instruments---and I'm curious how other mudcatters dealt with it.
As for me, you'll find me out in the chicken shed most every night. The old hen doesn't seem to mind, but the feathers seem to keep on getting stuck to the rosined bow. Any suggestions---I'll be grateful.