Laying on Color to #11 now while the empire crumbles.

Number eleven has a neck, now for a few hours of cleanup and refinement.

The final coat of finish is now on my tenth violin, in two or three weeks I get to hear its first song. That's the magic that keeps me coming back.

Setup day, the magic that happens when the first notes float out of a new violin is what keeps me coming back.

That big fat moon gonna shine like a spoon
We gonna let it

I've had the opportunity to work with beautiful wood from all over the world in my decades as a wood butcher, but nothing I've ever seen gets me like a piece of figured red maple from right here in West Virginia.

Setup day for fiddle number eight.