Saturday, April 19, 2008
Thing of Wonder: My Accordion
Do you know what I'm loving? My accordion. Isn't it beautiful? The black with gold accents, the pearlescent keys.*
It's far from new. But it's new(ish) to me. It belonged to my uncle, a skilled piano player, then somehow wound up in my parents' attic for many years, and now, has finally found its way into my hands.
It needed some love. Some valves on the bass side were stuck, so whenever I drew the bellows, it played the same discordant pair of notes, which is a problem, unless you're into minimalist monotonic drone-song, which I'm not. But I figured out how to open the beast up (which was surprisingly hard to do but worth it, because its inside is even cooler looking than its outside), rooted around, more or less figured out what was broken, and more or less stopped it from being broken. And now it only plays notes when I press the buttons!
So I'm learning accordion. Slowly.** And I love it.
As does Sarah, of course. Because who doesn't love the (constant) accompaniment of (fumbling, poorly played) accordion. Right, babe? Right? Right...?
* By chance, it precisely matches my guitar, which pleases me.
** Did you know you can learn anything on YouTube: accordion lessons, banjo lessons, throat singing lessons. (Hmm. Accordion, banjo, throat singing... Maybe I can find a way to combine those, forming The World's Most Annoying One Man Band.)