The Violins of Cremona - A Tour with 
          Salvatore Accardo 
          Audio PCM 2.0: Language: Italian. Subtitled English, French, German, 
          Spanish, Japanese, Chinese, Korean Picture: 16:9/NTSC; Colour 
          Region Code: 0
          
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         Cremona is synonymous with the art of violin making. 
          From Amati, Stradivari, Guarneri and thence to Bergonzi, art and workmanship 
          conjoined to give rise to the greatest instruments in the history of 
          the luthier’s art. Cremona still makes an important and living 
          contribution to the production, restoration and preservation of violins, 
          violas and cellos. It is against this historically vital background 
          that Salvatore Accardo strolls through a near-deserted town, the pavement 
          cafes unpeopled, the waitresses unseen, toward the Stradivari Museum 
          where he meets an admired colleague, the curator Andrea Mosconi who 
          shows him - and us - the various moulds, inlays, models, patterns and 
          woods in the museum’s many cases. In case you have ever wondered 
          about the sound post, Mosconi shows us how this little piece fits within 
          the violin; without it the fiddle is as good as voiceless. 
            
          From the museum we join Accardo as he visits a maker and luthier using 
          spruce to fashion a modern copy; a brief discussion then follows on 
          the preference for deep red or golden varnish of the Japanese and Chinese: 
          there are clearly strong national preferences in the matter. We hear 
          Accardo playing his Guarneri; we also see him meet the Australian-born, 
          Italy-domiciled maker and restorer Bruce Carlson, for whom Accardo has 
          the highest of respect. Carlson, a reticent, watchful and not unhumourous 
          man, has been repairing the sagging fingerboard of Accardo’s 1610 
          Maggini. We briefly watch Accardo examine the restored violin and can 
          admire its double purfling. Inlay, neck, tip, fingerboard, purfling 
          (single or double): the violin is a sexy instrument. 
            
          Lest the feverish imagination overtake us in the luthier’s studio, 
          we return to the museum where Accardo tries out Joachim’s violin 
          on a passage from Brahms’ Violin Concerto - ‘to make it 
          feel at home’. Joachim premiered the work and it’s surely 
          not mere superstition that makes Accardo say that ‘it plays on 
          its own’. It’s full of harmonics, with not one empty note, 
          he further says of the violin. Accardo smiles in admiration: ‘Remarkable 
          - always exciting to play it’. It is largely thanks to the generosity 
          of the Stauffer Foundation that so many great instruments (not all violins) 
          have been preserved in the museum. One such is the 1566 Amati violin, 
          one of the earliest surviving such instruments as we now understand 
          them. Accardo is allowed to play it, the instrument being gently taken 
          from its glass case by the elegant Mosconi. It’s quite small and 
          was made for Charles, King of France. Accardo plays it and it sounds 
          amazingly well; ‘even, on all the strings - a circular sound with 
          no breaks’. Even some of the best Stradivari have breaks. It is, 
          to Accardo, ‘miraculous’ that he can play the Brahms on 
          it or even Bartók. 
            
          After the museum, and the luthiers, the repairs and the making, it’s 
          finally time for a brief look at why the instruments were constructed 
          in the first place; they were made to be played, after all. Thus, we 
          eavesdrop a brief chamber rehearsal where teachers and students mingle; 
          Accardo is there and so too violist Bruno Giuranna, colleagues down 
          the long decades. We also see him teaching a talented violinist in his 
          studio - the kind of thing familiar from two previous releases from 
          Dynamic, both of which I have reviewed here. 
            
          So we take leave of Accardo as he sits on a bench reminiscing: how Naples 
          scouted him as a goalkeeper when he was 14; how he admires the actor 
          Totò, and how over-eager his own father was to see Accardo tackle 
          the virtuoso repertoire. Accardo is delightful, quizzical, amusing and 
          knowledgeable company. This is certainly not a travelogue, but it is 
          necessarily specialised. If you do enjoy purfling, and the beauty of 
          arched backs, it’s very much your pot of resin. 
            
          Jonathan Woolf