violinists are a funny breed.
"no, no, that four there just does not make sense musically,"
says my teacher.
"i'm sorry mr. herrmann, but i just don't know what you were thinking!"
he whips through every measure, making sure that every split second of music, whether this passage is played in second position or that slur should extend over to the next cadence, is absolutely perfect.
until such a thing as playing your intonation expressively not only comes into existence, but becomes of utmost importance.
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