If you’ve never heard those terms you haven’t been around teenagers for a while. Why don’t I have Bingo Wings ……… yet? Maybe it’s because my dad liked going to the local Auction Rooms and one day he came home with a big, HEAVY, black, 120 bass piano accordian. I think it must have been from the estate of some Italian bodybuilder.
At the time our house was surrounded by market gardens and next door to us was an old house where newly arrived Italian immigrants boarded. There was one very handsome young man who played the accordion and perhaps that’s what inspired me to learn though at the time I attended a snobbish all girls school where the instruments of choice were strictly classical so more likely I was doing an “up yours”.
Dad paid the accordion teacher for a special strap which went across the hollow of my back, clipping to the shoulder straps and that lessened the strain on my back. But what does it take to move the bellows in and out on a very big, HEAVY, black, 120 bass piano accordian? Arm muscles! No need for any gym exercises when you’re practising your music on one of those things. I figure all the hours added up to a lifetime of arm exercises in the bank and I need to live to at least 115 before I run out. I hope so.
You didn’t know that about Nana did you?