The phone on my desk at work rang around noon Monday. I sort of figured it was the wife on the line and it turned out I was right. I didn’t know that she would be so excited, though. Wife, son and violin teacher had made a visit to Stephen Davy’s violin shop in Laguna Niguel, which doubles as his house, in the morning. Their mission: To try out more violins. My son is in the market for his first full-size violin and his teacher, Alexander Shipitsyn, is determined that he get a good one; his grandparents think it’s a grand idea as well and are chipping in.
I had expected this to happen, me being a know-it-all and such, though I didn’t know it would happen so soon. They had found “The One” — the violin that stood apart above all others, the clear winner, the end of our quest. My wife said that there was no question. This one was the best. The boy got on the phone and you should have heard how excited he was. He knew it too.
It turns out that the violin was one of Mr. Davy’s favorites and he had owned it for 30 years. He handed it to my son as the first of several instruments to try out. My wife said it got very quiet in the room when the boy did so. I don’t know if a choir of angels hymned along and the skies parted because I wasn’t there.
The violin’s provenance is not quite in order, which hurts its sale value but not its sound. The following is what we think it is, but I don’t believe we can prove it. It’s an 18th century Italian violin, made in Rome by one Giovanni Giorgio Taningard. The date on the label inside says “Fecit Romae Anno 1748.” (Labels can’t always be trusted, though.) There’s not a whole lot of information online about Taningard; even his dates are uncertain. One source says that he might have worked with or for David Tecchler (1666- died after 1743), described in Bachmann’s “An Encyclopedia of the Violin” as “the most important violin maker of Rome.”
Tecchler was an Austrian. Taningard was a German. Taningard, if the sources are correct, came to Rome in the early 18th century and, like Tecchler, opened a shop on the Via dei Leutari, which means “street of lutists.” Apparently there were many instrument workshops on this street. Rossini wrote “The Barber of Seville” at No. 35 Via dei Leutari. If you Google Taningard you will see that Southeby’s has sold one of his cellos.
My son played some Vitali over the phone, but of course I couldn’t tell anything. When I got home in the evening, he put the instrument through its paces for me — Bach, Mozart, Kreutzer, Massenet, de Beriot, Vitali. It’s the real thing, I had to agree. We popped open a bottle of champagne and the boy had some cherry-flavored 7-up.
Davy says that the instrument’s “molecules” are all lined up. The sound, nicely described by my wife as “buttery,” just rolls out of the instrument. It is both powerful and mellow. It rings, without harshness. Because of its age, the same kind and quality of wood used in a Guarnieri is also used here. It is certainly beautiful to look at, a little thinner around that middle than some, a noticeably arched back and a very simple grain pattern.
Davy thinks that, were its papers right, it would probably be worth a significant magnitude more than what we’re paying, or will be. We’re not worried about that; we’re buying it with our ears. Alex says it will be my son’s violin for life — he’ll never need to buy another.
Many years from now, it may be known as the “Taningard ex-Mangan,” but I think it needs a good name for now. My son suggested “Pudge,” after a wasp in Robert Benchley. I, however, think we should call it “Neo,” after the Keanu Reeves character in “The Matrix.” It can do anything. Our work is done.
related post: Choosing a violin



Your son is a very lucky kid to own such a treasure. As I said in my comment to Part I, our son James is now nearly fifty years old, and he still has…and treasures…his violin. It was bought when he was just about your son’s age.
Bravo, Mangan Clan! Conratulations, Li’l Spence!
What’s wrong with these names, though:
– “Fats Morgan”, or, better yet,
– “Zims.”
Max, you’ll be pleased to know that my son has officially named his violin,
Neo Pudge “Fats” Morgan.
What a lovely journey searching for the perfect “one” I remember several decades ago a similar search when one of my children sought a full size, one for life, violin. I was struck by how personal the choice is. The sound so clearly at one with the personality of the young person, much more so than the search for a piano.
Much luck and joy to your young man’s advancing adventure in music making.
Sheila
THANKS FOR SHARING, IT’S A DELIGHTFUL STORY. SURE BEATS THE CELEBRITY WATCH, ALTHOUGH YOUR STYLE PUTS A NICE TOUCH ON THE ANTICS OF THE CHOSEN FEW…GARY
Sheila: Couldn’t disagree more with you about the choice of a piano. I can still remember more than 45 years after it happened the day my fiance bought a piano. She spent hours in the Steinway showroom trying out various pianos without finding “the right one.” Later in the afternoon, we went to the Baldwin showroom, which as I remember was just down the block. I’m sure the sales consultant thought, “Oh boy! Just what I need at 5 p.m. A teenager playing a piano.” However, when Jennifer sat down and played Chopin’s third ballade, his eyes lit up and so did hers (although he didn’t know it, she was a student at USC with Gwendolyn Koldofsky). She spent an hour playing Bach, Beethoven, Debussy and more Chopin and it was love at first hearing — the same reaction that Spencer had. Lucky him; may he enjoy and grow with his violin for decades.
First of all, great story, Tim!!
Secondly, wanted to second Bob’s comment about the personal nature of choosing piano. Though I am definitely no where near as good as Bob’s fiancee, I’ve played my whole life in bands, churches, and mostly, for myself and my family. I can speak about the personalities of the pianos I’ve had in my life (and also, sadly, about “the one that got away” which I fell in love with and should have bought, but didn’t).
I am a much worse guitar player, but I could say the same things about choosing my guitars as well. I would guess choosing any instrument is personal. Perhaps choosing something like a violin which touches your face cranks the intimacy up a notch or two — which would mean choosing a wind and/or brass instrument where you put it to your lips or actually in your mouth VERY personal.
Bob, that’s a lovely story to hear! I am no amazing pianist by any means at all, but I was trained in classical piano as a youth. I had always dreamed of having a finer sounding piano (mine’s a perfectly decent, old Baldwin upright, so I don’t have complaints). But to own something more special… well, that’s the thing for any musician, isn’t it?
I once went to a woman’s house to try out her Steinway upright that she was selling as she was moving out of country. She admitted that she rarely played. I was in love with her piano (grand pianos being totally outside my realm of finances). I played it and was as happy as a lark. Turns out, she was, too, while listening. She said my playing reminded her of why she bought it in the first place (What? So that she could listen to others play on it??) and she decided she couldn’t part with it. Into storage it would go while she lived abroad. I was heartbroken! Ah, well… I still have my Baldwin, which has been in the family for 3 generations.
This is just to say how personal and meaningful the search for an instrument can be! I can understand that completely.
Bravo! Magnifico! Congratulazione!
What a great story about the adventure that the Mangan family had. After a lousy day of trivial worries, it’s a story like this that has brought me back to earth, and the importance of simpler things in life, like the sound of a violin that was made in the 18th century. Oh, and the excitement of a young man picking his first “full size” violin. Thanks Tim. Keep it up!
Can’t wait to hear my boy play! Congrats, Sweetie…not possible!
Personal connection with a violin has to be immeasurably closer than to a piano – because of a much more intimate physical contact, because of the fragility of the instrument, because every day you are carefully wiping rosin on it and putting it to sleep covered by a piece of cloth in a cozy case, because of its vulnerability to weather changes. You are playing the piano and become attached to it, but violin becomes an extension of your body the way piano never can. Once a year a guy comes and gives your piano a tune-up, similarly to a car. Every day, several times a day, you tune your violin with your own hands. Tremendous difference! Wind instruments would be closer to violin in that respect. But still, no matter how you like your clarinet or your trumpet, you always know that you can always buy another one of similarly high quality for a few thousand bucks. Try to get a high quality violin for that kind of money… Good luck! You would usually have to add at least a couple of zeros for a truly fine instrument.
When i was looking for a better violin in my college student days, my teacher said to me, “Just pick the one that is the loudest – the quality of sound comes from you, but the loudness has to come from the instrument in order to be heard over an orchestra, so just choose the loudest – that’s what i usually do!” Well, when i heard that, i thought that he was joking or maybe going insane. But then i realized that for him it probably made sense, because when he had to choose a fiddle, it was probably between Strads and Del Gesus that he was choosing, so they all sounded gorgeous and choosing the loudest was a good way to go. That’s the kind of advice you get when your teacher’s name is David Oistrakh. When i would bring violins that were available for me to buy to him for his opinion, he was no big help either – every violin in his hands sounded powerful and beautiful. This was ridiculous… Well, i finally bought a pretty decent one, but my parents had to pay back to relatives and friends for many years after that.
Congratulations to your son! Looks like you got a really nice one for him.
I imagine that was probably the ONLY downside of being a student of David Oistrakh.
There weren’t many, that’s for sure. But worst of all was the fact that he had the temerity to die way too early – during my third year as his student. That was not a nice thing to do. Still, two and a half years with him was certainly much better than none.
Enjoyed reading about this journey very much, Tim.
Greetings Tim,
I now have a website for the violin shop (www.stephendavyviolins.com). You can find the address to the new shop there. So glad to hear that the instrument worked out so well!
Cheers,
Stephen R. Davy