Seven and a half years ago, I had an incredibly stupid idea.
I thought it would be pretty neat if I took up being a street musician as a weekend hobby. I mentioned it to my friend Robertson, complaining that no matter how hard I tried, I would never master the street musician’s weapon of choice: the acoustic guitar. I’m just not wired to play it, which at the time seemed like a real shame; the “chick magnet” powers of the guitar are well understood by rock and pop musicians and fans.
“It’s a pity that the only instruments that I can understand have piano keyboards,” I said to him. “You can’t drag a piano around, and even the most portable synth needs electricity and a sound system. Maybe I should go to a pawn shop and see if they have any accordions.”
“I can give you an accordion,” Robertson replied. “It’s in my parents’ basement.”
Years before, a friend of his was trying to sell his old accordion to a pawn shop. His story is the story of many abandoned accordions: his parents made him take up the instrument as a young child, and he hated it. A few months after the accordion lessons started, they ended, and the accordion went into storage for years. Now he was months away from leaving home for university, and he’d enlisted Robertson’s help (Robertson had a car) with taking it to the pawn shop.
Call it coincidence or fate: they arrived at the pawn shop to find that it had closed for the day. They went on to do other things that day, and in the course of doing those things, forgot about the accordion in the trunk. It eventually got transferred from the trunk of the car to Robertson’s parents’ basement, where it gathered dust for ten years.
Robertson’s giving me the accordion led to that very strange and wonderful day, Saturday, May 1st, 1999, when my friend Karl Mohr and I took our first steps as rock and roll accordion street musicians. Had Robertson and his friend succeeded in bringing that accordion to the pawn shop, Karl and I might not have become accordion players and gone out busking on that bright sunny day. We wouldn’t have gone past the goth bar where we played “Happy Birthday” for the bouncers, we wouldn’t have been offered a chance to play a goth tune for the crowd that night, we wouldn;t have received that thunderous applause and all the beer we could drink.
A month later, Karl and I were invited to be backup musicians for local indie musician darling John Southworth for his live session on CBC Radio. Two months after that, I did my first accordion performance on television — I played AC/DC’s Big Balls on MuchMusic at the Burning Man festival. Three months after that, I bypassed the lineup for the elevator to Windows on the World (the resto-bar atop the World Trade Center) because they assumed I was one of the musicians for Latin Night. Shortly after that, I played accordion at a party for the then-booming online branch of the Canadian bookstore Chapters; the CEO walked up to me and said “I have no idea what you can do, but I want to hire you!”
On first glance, walking around with an accordion and playing slightly tongue-in-cheek rock and pop numbers is a very stupid idea. But it’s a stupid idea that paid off in spades, from job offers (including the one from Tucows) to that stagette in San Francisco to my short-lived career as a go-go dancer to upholding my anal soveregnty against U.S. customs. I should have such stupid ideas more often.
About this time five years ago, I was working for OpenCola, a start-up that my friend Cory Doctorow co-founded. By this point, the company had been reduced to a hollow shell by a massive layoff, and I was one of seven original employees remaining. The new management parachuted in a new techincal VP who was more wiener than man, and he proceeded to bring in a new team of programmers. He also began to whittle down my responsibilities on a weekly basis. By the time November 2001 had come around, my responsibilities had been reduced to creating the “About” window for the program.
As a result, I needed to do only five minutes’ worth of work each week, leaving me with 39 hours and 55 minutes of work week to fill. I spent about 10 hours a week briefing the new programmers on things we’d tried before, as well as what was going on in the world of peer-to-peer software development (for the uninitiated, Napster is an example of peer-to-peer software). That still left me with a good 30 hours of sitting at my desk looking for something to do.
I had an incredibly stupid idea. I would take up blogging.
I already knew a couple of people with a blog: Cory had been invited to join BoingBoing, a name I knew from the days when it was a cyberculture print magazine; I thought of it as a less hippie-druggy version of Mondo 2000. Deenster, who used to work at OpenCola until the massive layoff, had started one some months before. It looked like fun, and so on November 10th, 2001, I set up my blog.
I thought it was a stupid way to pass the time, and therefore should have a stupid name. Joey deVilla’s Hall of Shame was an early candidate, as was Thrilla from Manila. I thought that those names weren’t nearly ambitious enough. Rather than worry about the name, I decided to lift the title from the old sci-fi serial Buck Rogers in the 24th Century and go with a temporary name until I cam up with something better: The Adventures of Accordion Guy in the 21st Century. I could always go back and change it later, and hey — how long would I keep it up? A week, maybe a couple of months?
This stupid idea of starting a blog, like the one about taking up the accordion, has also paid off in spades:
As I begin year six, I’d like to thank all of you for playing along with this stupid little hobby of mine. I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have, because I’ve got plenty more in me. Thanks for reading, folks.
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Happy Blog-day to you! Congratulations on your anniversary and keep up the great work!
Your "stupid idea" was a whole lot better than many high-priced, focus-grouped "great ideas" -- congrats and many happy returns!
25th, Twenty-fifth!!
Great blog.
That's great Joey. I never thought blogging was something very useful, but since I started it about 2 years ago, I'm really hooked into it, so much, that my research is about finding communities in blogs. Blogging really makes you visible online where you can get noticed really quickly with Google, Technorati and other blog search engines.
Continue the great work on this blog, I always enjoy reading it.
Congratulations, Joey! You're a great poster boy for blogging. Blog long and prosper!
Congratulations, Joey! Yours is def one of the better blogs out there. Most impressive is your guts to dare try -- and publicly at that -- some "stupid ideas." Keep up the great work.
Well done! I prune my blogroll viciously and unrelentingly, and your blog falls into the category of those that make the cut every time, even though I would be at a total loss to explain why.
You omitted mentioning that you bluffed your way into the BloggerCon reception on the basis that you're an accordion player. You might have had a harder time getting in if you hadn't accepted the accordion from Robertson.
Happy Anniversary! I really enjoyed hearing the whole history of how you ended up here (and with the accordion). I'm happy that it worked out well for you and I always enjoy visiting.