No More Broken Strings

As I reached the microphone, I looked out at the audience…”Please hold off the tomatoes,” I said. A laugh ran through the crowd. They thought I was joking, but I was serious. I couldn’t bear to have my violin doused with a tomato or a rotten egg.

Picture a frightened teenager at a talent show with an unruly college crowd and an emcee with no talent for pronouncing Hispanic names, and you have the setting for a hilarious episode in Jaime Jorge’s life—one of many in this delightfully frank, s...