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Friends, Shameful secrets emergence moment. I too had the accordian curse upon me as a child. My Granny wanted me to be some kind of Irish/Jewish (as though there isn't enough cultural and religious baggage with this combination) Myron Floren/Frankie Yankovic. I wanted to be a Bob Dylan/Angus Young hybrid at that point. But growing up in Polka-Central in Western Pennsylvania left what she presumed was a clear path of keyboard and bellows destiny. The is the instrument of both people's in many ways. This has redeemed the instrument in so many ways. I still occasionally blow the dust off of my Hohner and play. Oddly enough, the only people who give me much guff about it are fellow musicians. Kind of in the same vein as banjo jokes. Squeeze On Brother Boxers! Todd Howell