A child of the Southwest and of the 50s -- a woman who knew me well once said, 'Yeah, the 1850s.' Generally culturally conservative and distrustful of new and improved innovative change. Very seldom overtly serious, but many a truth is spoke in jest and all of my truths are. Worked my way through UT when I was up in my 30s. If I'd, by some horrible miscalculation ended up in Bryan, I would've worked my way through that school over there. Have worked all over in printing and publishing. I've held a bunch of jobs and quit all of them but one. I am a journeyman printer and followed the trade and heard its dying gasps as it was throttled by technological change. I had a sponsored blog on a newspaper but quit the job.
When I was a kid, my father made all 3 of his kids take accordion lessons because he LOVED Myron Floren from the Lawrence Welk show. The 2 oldest, maybe because they were boys, but more likely because they were about 12 and 14 when we started, quickly gave it up. I was 6 when I started lessons and took them for about 10 years. We traveled the country in the summer, playing in festivals and such (we played at the opening of the HemisFair in San Antonio). I’m sure I wasn’t as good as this girl (maybe EVER), but I still own a couple of accordions and if I don’t have arthritis of the fingers by the time I get to retire (if I do), I may just pick it up again. Thanks for the memories of red, pinched thighs from wearing shorts while playing accordion, dancing to and playing “Swanee River” (at the same time) on stage, and everything else this conjures up.
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I was just thinking you haven't shared a tango with us lately!
What a delight! Simply amazing and so well done!
As always, thank you for the tangos...
When I was a kid, my father made all 3 of his kids take accordion lessons because he LOVED Myron Floren from the Lawrence Welk show. The 2 oldest, maybe because they were boys, but more likely because they were about 12 and 14 when we started, quickly gave it up. I was 6 when I started lessons and took them for about 10 years. We traveled the country in the summer, playing in festivals and such (we played at the opening of the HemisFair in San Antonio). I’m sure I wasn’t as good as this girl (maybe EVER), but I still own a couple of accordions and if I don’t have arthritis of the fingers by the time I get to retire (if I do), I may just pick it up again. Thanks for the memories of red, pinched thighs from wearing shorts while playing accordion, dancing to and playing “Swanee River” (at the same time) on stage, and everything else this conjures up.
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