(New York Times)
OLIVEBRIDGE, N.Y. — On a spring Sunday in the Catskill Mountains, Jay Ungar, a fiddler wearing a black vest and hiking boots, and his wife, Molly Mason, playing guitar, stood on a stage in a barnlike performance hall that did not exist a year ago. “Can you stand to hear this tune one more time?” he asked the audience. Those gathered knew the tune — and the answer. With a quilt behind them on a wall wainscoted with locally cut pine, Mr. Ungar closed his eyes and pulled his bow to sound the three ascending notes — an A, a C-sharp and a D — that have moved him since the day he wrote them.
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