While I was busy celebrating my birthday last Saturday, others were
celebrating the accordion at the 8th Annual Northeast Accordion
Festival in Minneapolis. Dave “Dave’s Picks” Polaschek sent me this scan [244KB JPEG image] of a local newspaper that covered the event (click it to see it at full size):
I haven’t been practicing as much as I should lately. Getting married
and getting Wendy moved in really disrupted all sorts of routines,
wonderful as both were. I’m slowly in the process of resuming all sorts
of things, not the least of which is a little regular keyboard practice.
Living in a condo complicates the matter; prior to getting married, I
lived in a house that was very well acoustically isolated from the
neighbours. I’m quite sure that even at medium volume, all three
adjacent units would be able to pick up the sound of me working on my
rendition of Neil Diamond’s Cracklin’ Rosie.
I can at least keep my keyboard chops sharp thanks to a pair of
headphones and my collection of old-but-trusty synthesizers — a Korg Wavestation A/D rack and a even more old-school Korg Poly-800
that Steph Fox gave to me a couple of birthdays ago. Perhaps I should
take a peek at some software synths as well — I figure my PowerBook
(1.3 Ghz 12″ AlBook, 1.25G RAM) should be up to the task. Anyone out
there have any favourites?
I’m also getting a little more accordion practice now that I’m back to regular attendance at Kickass Karaoke at the Rivoli.
Wendy likes the opportunity to exercise her lovely singing voice in
public, and those who know me know how much I love being on stage.
Last Sunday’s session was a special treat. We got to take Dave from
Chicago over to his first Kickass Karaoke, and I also got a chance to
meet Bob “Let It Bleed” Tarantino,
one of the better and saner voices in the local right-wing blogosphere.
Carson covered mine and Wendy’s drinks as a birthday present to me
(thanks for the Jagermeister, Cars!) and the wind storm kept the crowd
to a minimum, giving me a chance to go onstage often and experiment
with a few numbers. I tried a couple of new ones, including Wheatus’
high school whine-anthem Teenage Dirtbag and the moshtacular Thunder Kiss ’65
by White Zombie. How Rob Zombie can vocalize through an entire concert
using that voice is beyond me; my vocal cords were shredded after that
one.