Some parts of this thread have reminded me of some stories from one of my other worlds. Fritz Kreisler, great violinist, gave a recital in which he performed with his usual brilliance, then smashed what everyone assumed was his beloved Strad over a chair back. He hastened to explain that it was a cheap fiddle he had picked up at Sears Roebuck on the way over. The Strad would have been easier to play, but not the reason for his greatness. Another fiddler, Isaac Stern, whose favorite comment, with a twinkle in his eye, when someone complimented him was "I left no tone unSterned", said to a lady who had said to him "Mr. Stern, you must have a really great violin" ,"You know, I never get to hear it from a distance as you did. Would you please play a passage on it so I can enjoy it too?"