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Post by workerbee on Apr 26, 2020 11:43:20 GMT -5
NEW YORK (AP) — Paul Stein felt useless -- stuck in his Brooklyn brownstone apartment, watching his neighbors suffer deprivations as COVID-19 swept the city. "Then, on television, the retired public-sector lawyer and political activist saw people around the world rallying: “I saw people in France and Italy banging pots and pans out their windows, clapping and singing from balconies. I wanted to do this in my neighborhood. “ He knew what he had to do. He took out his accordion. And he played. His stage is the steps leading up to his building, his stoop. “For as long as people have been hanging out on their stoops and socializing with their neighbors, they’ve been doing it from their stoops,” he said. “The natural acoustics of the narrow street bring the music to my neighbors.”apnews.com/fe7a9ca4e8870819474af243e8d9d233
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Post by WKDWZD on May 20, 2020 7:42:42 GMT -5
NEW YORK (AP) — Paul Stein felt useless -- stuck in his Brooklyn brownstone apartment, watching his neighbors suffer deprivations as COVID-19 swept the city. "Then, on television, the retired public-sector lawyer and political activist saw people around the world rallying: “I saw people in France and Italy banging pots and pans out their windows, clapping and singing from balconies. I wanted to do this in my neighborhood. “ He knew what he had to do. He took out his accordion. And he played. His stage is the steps leading up to his building, his stoop. “For as long as people have been hanging out on their stoops and socializing with their neighbors, they’ve been doing it from their stoops,” he said. “The natural acoustics of the narrow street bring the music to my neighbors.”apnews.com/fe7a9ca4e8870819474af243e8d9d233 A nice story. I regret never having bought an accordion earlier on in my musical life, when I was fitter and had more upper body strength than I do today.
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Post by Gentile on May 20, 2020 8:39:15 GMT -5
I regret never having bought an accordion earlier on in my musical life, when I was fitter and had more upper body strength than I do today. You may have saved yourself an arse whipping or two by never having owned one.
My dad was an excellent amateur musician who fronted a number of bands when he was younger. When I was about six, I really wanted a guitar and talked to him about getting me one. He decided to give me an old accordion instead and threw in lessons to go with it. I got fairly good and secretly did love its sound (when played properly).
Dad put the accordion's case on wheels and the next thing I knew, my fifty-pound arse was wheeling the damn thing to music class once a week straight down Valethorne Rd. in Middle River. The overall look was not the essence of cool that I had so hoped it would be...
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Post by WKDWZD on May 20, 2020 8:45:12 GMT -5
I regret never having bought an accordion earlier on in my musical life, when I was fitter and had more upper body strength than I do today. You may have saved yourself an arse whipping or two by never having owned one.
My dad was an excellent amateur musician who fronted a number of bands when he was younger. When I was about six, I really wanted a guitar and talked to him about getting me one. He decided to give me an old accordion instead and threw in lessons to go with it. I got fairly good and secretly did love its sound (when played properly).
Dad put the accordion's case on wheels and the next thing I knew, my fifty-pound arse was wheeling the damn thing to music class once a week straight down Valethorne Rd. in Middle River. The overall look was not the essence of cool that I had so hoped it would be...
I doubt that it looked any less cool than a twelve year old kid walking to his music lesson every Saturday morning, carrying his violin case, and desperately trying to avoid his mates.
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Post by WKDWZD on May 20, 2020 10:25:04 GMT -5
Good for Mr. Stein. When my daughter was in elementary and middle schools learning to play a musical instrument was mandatory. Yep, she chose the violin. And then she chose the piccolo. And then it was piano (didn't have to carry that one). I don't recall any particular stigma to the kids carrying their instruments. Maybe because they all had to do it. In my case it was probably just a teenage type thing. Most of my mates would be out kicking a ball around on a Saturday, those carrying musical instruments would have been 90% guitars, they'd be playing Elvis, Everly Bros, Buddy Holly stuff, I was playing Le cynge (The swan) by Saint-Saëns. It went down well with the mums and dads at the school concert. Scored me lots of brownie points with the music teacher too who acompanied me on the piano, being as I was the only kid in my class year that could read music and play a bit, but it didn't score me any points with my peers. A couple of years later I restored some kudos when I picked up the guitar. Nowadays, it's all keyboards for me, I do wish that I had started and stayed with the piano all those years ago though.
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Post by zenwalk on May 20, 2020 16:13:48 GMT -5
The definition of perfect pitch is spearing an accordion with a banjo at 10 feet.
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Post by workerbee on May 20, 2020 16:31:27 GMT -5
I regret never having bought an accordion earlier on in my musical life, when I was fitter and had more upper body strength than I do today. You may have saved yourself an arse whipping or two by never having owned one.
My dad was an excellent amateur musician who fronted a number of bands when he was younger. When I was about six, I really wanted a guitar and talked to him about getting me one. He decided to give me an old accordion instead and threw in lessons to go with it. I got fairly good and secretly did love its sound (when played properly).
Dad put the accordion's case on wheels and the next thing I knew, my fifty-pound arse was wheeling the damn thing to music class once a week straight down Valethorne Rd. in Middle River. The overall look was not the essence of cool that I had so hoped it would be...
Wheeling an accordion to lessons in Hawthorn!?! Lol... and I thought I had it bad carrying an alto sax case up Back River Neck road to Stemmers Run.
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Post by WKDWZD on May 20, 2020 16:32:19 GMT -5
The definition of perfect pitch is spearing an accordion with a banjo at 10 feet. Sir, you are a philistine.
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Post by WKDWZD on May 20, 2020 16:34:23 GMT -5
You may have saved yourself an arse whipping or two by never having owned one.
My dad was an excellent amateur musician who fronted a number of bands when he was younger. When I was about six, I really wanted a guitar and talked to him about getting me one. He decided to give me an old accordion instead and threw in lessons to go with it. I got fairly good and secretly did love its sound (when played properly).
Dad put the accordion's case on wheels and the next thing I knew, my fifty-pound arse was wheeling the damn thing to music class once a week straight down Valethorne Rd. in Middle River. The overall look was not the essence of cool that I had so hoped it would be...
Wheeling an accordion to lessons in Hawthorn!?! Lol... and I thought I had it bad carrying an alto sax case up Back River Neck road to Stemmers Run. What are you whining for, it could have been a tenor sax.
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Post by zenwalk on May 21, 2020 1:19:22 GMT -5
The definition of perfect pitch is spearing an accordion with a banjo at 10 feet. Sir, you are a philistine. I make an exception for Creole accordion
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Post by Bartman on Aug 5, 2020 20:29:57 GMT -5
Remember when my Grandparents used to watch Lawrence Welk on TV. Egads! Then at home my Mom loved watching Liberace! OMG! I got caught up in the British Invasion in the 60's then "Acid Rock" .etc in the 70's. Pretty much don't even listen to Music at home anymore. Now I listen to Audiobooks in my car when driving. Neil DeGrasse Tyson's "Origins" is what I'm listening to now.
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Post by zenwalk on Mar 24, 2021 2:00:30 GMT -5
The definition of perfect pitch is spearing an accordion with a banjo at 10 feet. Sir, you are a philistine. The best thing about an accordion is they burn fast.
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