Category: Accordion, Instrument of the Gods

This essay is from my old site. It explains how I got into accordion
playing and I thought it was time I moved it to the blog. Enjoy!

Sooner or later, everybody asks: Why accordion?

Even the great Linus Torvalds approves of the accordion.
(February 2001, LinuxWorld Expo, New York City)

It’s really Cliff’s accordion

It’s all the fault of a guy whom I haven’t run into in about ten years.
His name is Cliff, and his parents made him take accordion lessons when
he was young. Taking instrument lessons is one of childhood’s
right-of-passage traumas, and doubly so if that instrument is an
accordion. It’s forever associated with the likes of Lawrence Welk, Weird Al, Urkel from Family Matters, fat men in lederhosen and an endless sea of bands that play covers at wedding receptions.

At this point in the story, you might say “Bruce Hornsby plays the accordion,” to which I would reply “I rest my case.” And that’s just the way it is.

Iron Chef Japanese meets Iron Chef Squeezebox, Alicia Robinson and George Scriban.
(November 1999, Nobu restaurant, New York City)

Cliff’s lessons eventually ended, and his accordion, a Titano
two-reed student model, ended up sitting in its case in Cliff’s
basement for a couple of years. Near the end of high school, Cliff
decided to raise some money by selling the accordion. With the help of
a car-equipped friend, Rob Strickler,
Cliff went to a pawn shop only to find that it was closed. They turned
around, planning to come back some other day, leaving the accordion in
Rob’s trunk. They never managed to return to the pawn shop, and after a
while, Rob and Cliff lost touch with each other. The accordion
hibernated for about 10 years in Rob’s parents’ basement, somewhere in Oakville, a suburb of Toronto.

Accordion playing makes you thristy!
(May 2000, Critical Mass, Toronto)

Cliff, if you’re reading this, drop me a line and let’s work out a deal.

The accordion changes hands

In the fall of 1998,
I was passing through a couple of pawn shops in the pawn shop district
of Toronto (around the corner of Church and Queen) and saw a couple of
beat-up accordions for sale. I was with Rob, and I mentioned to him
that it might be fun to take up the accordion. After all, it was a
keyboard instrument (which meant I could play it) and it needed no
power nor amplification (which meant I could play anywhere). Rob said
that I didn’t need to buy one — he could give me one for free. A
couple of weekends later, Rob brought me the accordion that had been
sitting in his parents’ basement for nearly a decade.

YEEEEEEEEEAH!
(August 1999, Burning Man, Black Rock Desert, Nevada)

My first attempts at playing it weren’t too good. You can’t get a really good look at the keyboard, the chord buttons
were a complete mystery to me, and coordinating the two while
constantly squeezing was incredibly difficult. I wheezed out a very
sorry rendition of Smashing Pumpkins’ Cherub Rock for my visiting friends George and Alicia, who feigned amusement and made little “that’s nice” compliments behind nervous smiles.

“You crazy hew-mons and your musical instruments!”
(July 2001, Quark’s Bar at the Star Trek: The Experience in the Las Vegas Hilton)

Over
the next few months, I occasionally picked up the accordion, noodled
about for half and hour and then put it down for about a week until the
next time. My keyboard-playing friend Karl Mohr
tried mine out and liked it so much that he bought his own accordion, a
Rossini student model that had a harsher, punkier sound than mine. We
made plans to do some busking
(that’s “being a street musician” for any American readers out there)
in the spring. We figured it would be a good way “meet new people”.
Where “people” means “women”.

The first day out

On May 1, 1999, the usual suspects organized a protest against the Ontario government’s cutbacks
to hospitals and schools. They put out the call for all artists and
musicians to join in the protest to make art and noise. Karl and I,
being politically slightly left-of-center (okay Karl’s more than slightly left) and looking for an opportunity to busk, decided to join in.

If there was a prize for best hat at the rally, Karl would’ve won it.
(May 1999, Queen’s Park, Toronto)

The
hard part was figuring out what to play. Karl only knew how to play
songs he’d written, and while I knew some of them, a lot of his recent
work had either been soundtracks or electronica. We opted for simple
pop tunes that we both knew or that I could teach him in short order.

Even the mighty Mike Harris must bow before the power of the accordion.
(May 1999, Queen’s Park, Toronto)

We played:

• Louie Louie by The Kingsmen (complete with one of us saying “Excuse me sir, is this the Delta House?” at the start) and every other I-IV-V song we knew (Twist and Shout as done by the Beatles, Laid by James, Please Do Not Go by the Violent Femmes, A Message to You Rudy by The Specials and so on)
• Rio by Duran Duran
• Here In Your Bedroom by Goldfinger
• Praise You by Fatboy Slim

We
tried to fulfill requests that people made. A gaggle of high school
girls from Washington DC on a field trip asked if we could play any DC
punk, and we faked out way through Fugazi’s Waiting Room. Some metalheads asked if we could do Sabbath, and we improvised through Supernaut. We faked our way through The Beatles and Hendrix.
It became clear to me that it’s much easier to remember lyrics when
you’re singing along to the actual song — it’s much harder when you’re
doing it all by yourself.

Since I knew the lyrics, Karl made me sing. I’d never sung in public before, but we were willing to try anything that day.

The first night out

We
ended up walking down Queen Street and saw that the doors to Toronto’s
venerable goth bar, Sanctuary Vampire Sex Bar, had its doors open
(sadly, it closed down; it’s now a Starbucks).
It was still mid-afternoon, and we walked in to see what was going on.
It turned out that they were just airing out the place, but we stayed
and talked to the bouncers. One of them, a big guy named Mark, was
celebrating his birthday, and we bastardized a Marilyn Manson song into a goth birthday tune: “I don’t like the cake, but the cake likes me.”

DJ Todd,
who’d seen the whole thing from his perch in the DJ booth, was so
amused by this that he made us an offer. If we came back that evening
an performed an accordion rendition of a tune that the club’s regulars
would like, they’d give us all the beer we could drink.

Me, Mark and Karl at Sanctuary.
(May 1999, Sanctuary Vampire Sex Bar, Toronto)

We
ran home and changed into all-black and boots. We chose a simple tune
that we’d been brainwashed with since our days at University: Head Like a Hole by Nine Inch Nails.
We nailed the tune in about a half-hour, during which time I discovered
my ability to do a decent Trent Reznor-like whine. We’re sure that Trent felt some mysterious pain all that evening, but couldn’t figure out why.

We returned to Sanctuary and did Head Like a Hole in the lobby to a shocked but appreciative crowd. We hopped up on the stage near the dance floor where DJ Todd announced over the P.A.: “You’re not really hardcore unless you have an accordion.” Inspired by the way Buddy carried his guitar in the movie Six String Samurai, we slung our accordions on our backs when we weren’t playing. We drank several pitchers of Upper Canada Dark Ale.

Free beer! Whoo-hoo!
(May 1999, Sanctuary Vampire Sex Bar, Toronto)

After last call, we went to Amato,
a nearby pizza joint, where the usual post-club crowd hung out on the
sidewalk. A couple of people called out to us and asked us to play
something, so we did. Suddenly, people started throwing money at our
feet. We’d never even thought about that, and suddenly we had enough
money to buy a large pizza.

And thus began my accordion adventures.

A thumbs-up from the fans!
(May 1999, Amato Pizza on Queen Street West, Toronto)

Looks like there’s hope for the goths after all.

I’ve posted my photos from CONvergence, the sci-fi convention to which I was invited to play accoridon pied piper for the Dystopia Party. You can check the slideshow, but be sure to view them in album form, because I’ve written some back story for each of the photos.

Happy Independence Day to all my American readers! Hope yours was fun.

I spent mine saying some good-byes to my friends at CONvergence/Dystopia, joining Dave Ahrens’
family for a barbecue and then getting dropped off by him at the
airport. Here’s a shot of me from earlier this afternoon, ready to
celebrate the 4th American style: lookin’ stylish with a
stars-and-stripes tie, resplendent in my Elvis sideburns and ready to
rock, and posing beside a ridiculously large automibile.

It doesn’t get more “American Badass” than this.

The tie got raves at the airport. A number of the staff at the
Northwest Airlines counter came to check it out, a young woman at the
security checkpoint winked at me, gave me a thumbs up and said “Great
tie, dude!” and the stewardesses on my flight were all over the tie.

Maybe it’s time to start a “flags of the world” tie collection.

In the process of prototyping an application for Blogware (the blogging tool used in creating this blog) that made use of its stats package, I noticed some incoming referrals from Wikipedia, of all places. It turns out that I’m listed under the “Accordionists” section of the Accordion entry. I’m listed alongside some serious bright lights: Guy Klucevsek, Weird Al, Lawrence Welk and my accordion role models John Linnell (from They Might Be Giants, for making the accordion cool) and Art van Damme and Dick “Daddy-O” Contino (hipster accordion legends, who made the accordion sexy).

It’s sort of odd that I’m listed among these people: with the glaring
exception of me, they’re all pros; I’m an amateur and a seriously
goofball one at that. I’m deeply honoured.

Wikipedia, being a wiki, is designed to accepting editing and
contributions from anybody. One of the necessities of such a design is
a history for each entry, which allows you to see what changes were
made, when they were made and who made them. Thanks to the history page for the “Accordion” entry, I know that a contributor named Bob Jonkman added me to the list on April 13, 2004. Thanks, Bob!

I’ll have to add some people to the “Accordionists” list: Jason Webley and Domenic the Accordion Beatles Guy both of whom have been doing accordion rock far longer than I, Astor Piazzolla, the undisputed king of accordion tango. And I can’t forget my accordion partner in crime, Karl Mohr, without whom I wouldn’t have become the Accordion Guy.