He's crying because he can actually kinda hear his own music through the power of 21st-century headphone technology.

deaf

As a white person, I've probably used "yo" more often when talking about contemporary cellists than when saying hello in a casually idiomatic manner.

An ad campaign for the Berlin Philharmonic finally lets you know what it would be like if your cello were also your living room.

Take away the gratuitous wubs and womps and filthy bass, and you might find a satisfying song underneath if you didn't see one before.

For some reason I can't stop thinking of "Shadow Stabbing" by Cake.

Eventually the son ran away from home and joined a string quartet, where he found fulfillment by playing Dvorak. His father disapproved of his son at first, but then he saw his son perform and realized the true joy of self-expression his son found in the cello, and gave him his blessing in a tearful father-son reunion.

A day spending quality time with the musically-inclined-man's best friend.

Isn't it dangerous to hold that big needle thing so close to your neck?

Checkmate, dubstep haters.