Three months into accordion lessons and it’s an experience in humility. I have moved on from Book One and its byline “congratulations on buying your child an accordion” . From Book Two I have been playing La Donna E Mobile.
I’ve played that song 120 times (at least) and think I must have 240 times left to go before it is recognizable. I am enjoying the experience and the lessons. The slow progress not so much.
A few weeks ago my friend and I went into an antique furniture store. And there was an accordion sitting there. A beautiful red accordion. It was a larger accordion than my purchase of a few months and you know, it makes sense to have more treble keys and more bass buttons, doesn’t it? Doesn’t it? And it was red, that pretty vintage accordion. I hemmed and hawed and went back a few days later and well, I couldn’t resist.
When I told my accordion teacher what I’d done, he said I had GAS-Gear Acquisition Syndrome. I’m looking for a case for it now and maybe I should acquire one more model at some point. You know a little beater accordion I could play at our community garden. We could conduct an experiment to see if plants respond to a haltingly played version of La Donna E Mobile.
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