Public music
Apr. 19th, 2007 07:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
froggy_dearIn San Francisco, on Monday, at the corner of Market and Montgomery, there was this older guy is overalls playing a really fantastic blues harmonica. I actually really wanted to give him money.
Yesterday, at the corner of 43rd and the Ave. in Seattle, there was this young not quite hipster looking guy playing the accordion. I only listened to him for the time it took to walk down, get my gyro, and go back, and it seemed like he only knew one song, but he played that one song well.
The accordion has meaning for me. Back when I was really really little, my paternal grandfather (who couldn't read music) would take out his accordion and play for me and my cousin. And we would dance. This is still during the time when my childhood memories were pure, before I had negative associations with anything more than onions. And hearing the accordion playing some punchy music really brought me back there. It's strange that I should be so moved.
Both of my grandfathers played music. My maternal grandfather wrote music for piano and had a band in the 30s and 40s, I think.
Me, I can't carry a tune. Not even with a bucket.
Yesterday, at the corner of 43rd and the Ave. in Seattle, there was this young not quite hipster looking guy playing the accordion. I only listened to him for the time it took to walk down, get my gyro, and go back, and it seemed like he only knew one song, but he played that one song well.
The accordion has meaning for me. Back when I was really really little, my paternal grandfather (who couldn't read music) would take out his accordion and play for me and my cousin. And we would dance. This is still during the time when my childhood memories were pure, before I had negative associations with anything more than onions. And hearing the accordion playing some punchy music really brought me back there. It's strange that I should be so moved.
Both of my grandfathers played music. My maternal grandfather wrote music for piano and had a band in the 30s and 40s, I think.
Me, I can't carry a tune. Not even with a bucket.