I grew up playing the fiddle.

And on the fiddle there are four lines. It is pretty much like palmistry, where each line matters a lot and a slight variation would sound off quite different. The bow is to the strings and the razor is to the palm; the sharper the bow, the more crisp the notes.

But sometimes one simply loves a dull bow; the terrible notes churned out with each pull and push of the bow - in all its red glory