Within the musical medium, a seemingly small and finite number of keys give way to infinite possibilities based entirely on the instrument of choice, interpretation, creativity and personality of each individual artist. Some channel their breath and energies into woodwinds, while others tickle the ivories or establish rhythmic foundations using drums and percussion. The Fiddler opts for cat-gut strings and a well-rosined bow, neither of which are ever out of his nimble fingers’ reach. To enter the public eye is to face inescapable propositioning from his adoring public. Oft are the occasions when fans rise to their feet at The Fiddler’s arrival, using pleading applause to petition him for an impromptu rendition of one of his sweet melodies. A gifted musician with a generous soul, he obliges as often as possible.

Though his repertoire comprises a vast assortment of songs, there’s one all yearn to hear over and over again. It’s a tune of another’s devising, a master-work spanning centuries—originally composed in Britain and reprised in the New World—to which he has added his own inventive, sensual stamp. Light, whimsical introductory notes lead in to a rising wave of nipping staccato notes that crescendo with a bright burst of zealous gusto that crystallizes in one’s memory. Other instrumentalists—many, in fact—offer their own versions of this classic, but The Fiddler’s has won the hearts and ears of the populace. To experience it is to savor the all-too-rare feeling of discovering something entirely new and truly magnificent, while simultaneously coping with the inevitable loss of something so lovely and, sadly, fleeting.

Subculture: Out West | Style: IPA | Alcohol-by-Volume: 6.9%
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