Once upon a time on a Long Island far far away, a child was born.

On this island, where the children are all forced to diligently learn classical violin and compete against eachother, the child was dutiful but unhappy.

The child thought Violin should be fun.


THEN one day that child turned eighteen and moved her ass to TEXAS... and said "screw this".

The violin went into a closet, only to see the light of day 3 or 4 times a year.


One day in 1997, a Bluegrass band with a punk edge crashed their Band Wagon into her apartment... they were all drunk and she was like "Who the fuck are you?"


"We are FishFryBingo" they said, and we are here to turn that dusty violin of yers into a fiddle!"


and so they did, and with reservation, the grown up child began to play it... and it was FUN.


They all spit and shook hands on the marriage of the newly found fiddle and it's freaked out player (who shall remain nameless)


And they all lived happily ever after. THE END