I was waiting to play the other night (actually waiting on my brother, Glenn, to show up, as he was thirty minutes late to the gig. Luckily it was very laid back) and I stared for a moment at my beautiful Scandalli accordion, Gino. I realized how much I love that thing.
For as long as I can remember, I have had a more intimate connection with my accordion than with any other instrument I play (or relationship for that matter, ahem, haha). When I move, it moves with me. It is pressed close to my body and I can actually feel the vibrations of the notes. Yes, I suppose I love it. And it is always there for me, in a constant state of waiting for me to pick it up and do our thing. That lovely chunk of celluloid, wood, and aluminum has stayed by my side through cross-country miles, flights, bands, relationships, parties, gigs, wine, music, songs, tears, living situations, cities, and heartache. Oh, little accordion, you're the best friend I've ever had. xo