as I sat in my living area this evening, I heard the strains of an accordion being played from someone else’s balcony. I had the feeling that the musician had been shoved out there, kind of like someone smoking.
As I sat and listened, I realized that whoever was playing was really quite good. (Accordion not being one of my favourite instruments, it took me a moment or two.) A medley was being played, smoothly moving from song to song.
So I did what anyone would do. I wandered out on to my balcony and joined in.
Beer Barrel Polka.
Some Enchanted Evening.
And on and on…
I have no idea where the accordionist lives – but I’ll be ready for our next gig!