things fall apart

i'm clumsy.
sometimes i break shit
this time, i broke my nice violin bow.
how nice?
real nice.
(ask me in person and maybe i'll tell you)

It happened a few minutes before What Time is it, Mr. Fox was supposed to start playing at Squawk last week. We had stored our belongings in the sanctuary adjacent to the back hall where the open mic took place. All of the lights were off.  I set my case on a pew and started to get my instrument out. As i was tightening my bow, it slipped out of my hands and hit the hard wood floor. Since it was dark, for a spit second, i was foolish enough to believe that that cracking sound i heard was not my bow shattering.

it was.

 I didn't mention it to anyone because i was positive that explaining it out loud would make me burst into tears. But then i had to tell someone, so i called brendan. He didn't pick up.

Prediction: confirmed
Voicemail left for brendan: teary

So i played the set on my shitty back up bow. Afterward, Brian (the singer) asked me if everything was okay. He had sensed that i was distracted and figured that i just really, really didn't like the venue. I explained what happened. Then we went and got a drink.

As it turns out, most things in life can be fixed with Knob Creek on the rocks.
Unfortunately, my bow couldn't.

Actually, after taking it to the bow doctor, i found out my bow could be fixed__for $250 and no guarantee that the fix would hold. Also, it now has absolutly $0 resale value.  Apparently, the break happened at a previously knicked part of my bow. It just as easily could have happened while i was playing (maximum badassery) or while it was sitting, untouched in the case (maximum lame-assery).
I just sped up the inevitable.

Long story short...
I bought a new bow.
Ken at Carriage House Violins was awesome and helped me find a
space age,
brand new,
sexy and black,
faster and stronger,
nearly indestructible,
carbon fiber (like fancy bike and space ships!) bow.

It makes it's premier tonight in about an hour at the lilypad.

See you there.