Suicidal Tendencies - Suicyco Muthafucka

Not so long ago, I had a short tour in San Francisco. The program was intense. After arrival, literally a couple of hours - the first rehearsal, two days later - a concert, and the next morning - departure. When I left the hotel, my luggage was already packed in a taxi. Everything except the violin. I, as usual, carried it in a case over my shoulder. A few years ago, I forgot it with a case in a restaurant, and from my horror I almost had a heart attack, and now I never take my eyes off it. It’s scary to think what would happen if I hadn’t found her then! This is the violin of Januaria Kalyano, made in 1769. I paid for it for fifteen years.