Beauty is in the eye of the beholder; obviously, he was playing the wrong music for that audience, and they were hoping he would quit screeching on that fiddle.
If he were Jean Luc Ponty, or Ray Nance; or maybe even one of those Blue Grass fiddlers like on "The Beverly Hill Billies", they might have stopped. For what is music from heaven to some, is noise to others.
If he were Jean Luc Ponty, or Ray Nance; or maybe even one of those Blue Grass fiddlers like on "The Beverly Hill Billies", they might have stopped. For what is music from heaven to some, is noise to others.