Monday, August 07, 2006

Tales from the Accordian

Do you have an old accordion sitting in the corner of your house? Perchance inherited from a whiskery old uncle or grandpa? Accordians can sit around quietly for many years soaking up the secrets, the tales and the myths of suburbia in their papery folds. Then, one day they get their own blog and it all starts coming out the bellows.
If only I could say that the accordion in my house were so well behaved. Sometimes it really earns its nickname, The Annoydian. Though I have to admit, the annoydian and its human appendage are my 2 favourite things. And no, Liana, you cannot cut up the plastic pearlescent keys.

Visit The Urban Myths: Tales from the Accordian for tales that will tickle your fancy.

10 comments:

Florence said...

Yes I spied it out. I'll be putting a link to it on windbag.

Rebecca-the-Wrecker said...

you really do have magical powers florence! waynie-poo and I are going crazy wondering how you found his blog before he'd told anyone? are you blogapsychic?

trevor said...

It's a pity that the art of accordian is virtually lost in Australia. I'm hard pressed to think of a great accordianist here. George Bumtrumpetless (or some Greek sounding equivelant) who played with Joe Camerlieri and still gigs around Melbourne is cool. Staying in the same city there is a graet accordian shop across from the Vic Markets. Has a name resembling an Italian scooter.

Here in Maleny there is a busker who sets up outside the IGA supermarket ( note: not Foolworths) and plays Queensland style country songs on it plus a couple of Hawaiian numers.

The accordian is also accused of being the great coloniser of standardised tuning wiping arcane tunings and scales of the maps of principalities and potentates in one an orgy of cheap instruments.

Merlyn Gabriel said...

Accordian music is big in Newfoundland, where it is often accompanied with a fiddle and bodhran at a "scoff and scuff."

I have fabulous memories of dancing with a glass artist called Jim, upstairs at a pub called Bridget's ( no longer there) to the Portuguese Waltzes (which the Portuguese fishermen who shared this music call the French Waltzes) played on accordian. I have the CD some place and the music lingers.

We do not have one sitting in the house in and physical sense but in the corners of my memories theer are many and they are all playing magical music that sweeps me off my feet, into the arms of a man who really knew how to dance.

Florence said...

Its really very simple. But I think I'll keep it a mystery for a bit longer ;D

Rebecca-the-Wrecker said...

i suppose it is a neo-luddite's duty to attack piano accordians with hammers for their crimes against arcane tunings and scales! but sometimes you just wanna go scoffin and scuffin and not worry about all that!

Liana said...

Darn it!

ann said...

What's the definition of a gentleman?

A man that has an accordian but does not play it.

Seriously though, it can have it's moments. Although I'm really glad that boy that played in the Mall has moved on to other things!! Playing one tune and singing another at a different tempo was quite a talent. Maybe he was spotted by a talent scout.

Rebecca-the-Wrecker said...

ha ha very funny.
Did you hear the one about the bloke who wanted to get rid of an accordian? He left in the boot of an unlocked car at the shopping centre carpark. When he came back there were 2 accordians in the boot...

The difference between an onion and accordion?
People cry when they chop up onions.

Florence said...

I like Accordians, but I don't live with one. I guess that explains it.

Any more accordian jokes? they were funny :)