This story was written by Megan Westberg for the May-June 2025 issue of Strings magazine and is read by the author. It is an impassioned voice. A raised female voice. “Human life, for us, is sacred,” she says. Music swells beneath her. Bittersweet. Soaring. Rushing in and then retreating. She goes on. “For as we say, if any life is to be sacrificed, it shall be ours.” Orchestral crescendos punctuate her phrases, diminishing on a dime as her voice turns to soprano gravel from shouting. “They’l...
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This story was written by Megan Westberg for the May-June 2025 issue of Strings magazine and is read by the author. It is an impassioned voice. A raised female voice. “Human life, for us, is sacred,” she says. Music swells beneath her. Bittersweet. Soaring. Rushing in and then retreating. She goes on. “For as we say, if any life is to be sacrificed, it shall be ours.” Orchestral crescendos punctuate her phrases, diminishing on a dime as her voice turns to soprano gravel from shouting. “They’l...
Fiddler Louise Bichan Releases Her Second Solo Recording, Almost a Decade in the Making
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Fiddler Louise Bichan Releases Her Second Solo Recording, Almost a Decade in the Making
This story was written by Megan Westberg for the May-June 2024 issue of Strings magazine and is read by the author.It will have started before you notice it’s happening. You’ll hit play on fiddler Louise Bichan’s title track to her recent release, The Lost Summer (Adhyâropa Records), and you’ll suddenly realize you’re moving. In fact, you’ve been moving since Conor Hearn’s guitar and Bichan’s fiddle first lured you into the tune. The music seems a study in delight. A sparkling, clear-eyed ene...
Strings Stories
This story was written by Megan Westberg for the May-June 2025 issue of Strings magazine and is read by the author. It is an impassioned voice. A raised female voice. “Human life, for us, is sacred,” she says. Music swells beneath her. Bittersweet. Soaring. Rushing in and then retreating. She goes on. “For as we say, if any life is to be sacrificed, it shall be ours.” Orchestral crescendos punctuate her phrases, diminishing on a dime as her voice turns to soprano gravel from shouting. “They’l...
