"It was a Sunday morning and Goddard gave thanks that there were still places where one could worship in temples not made by human hands." -- L. F. Herreshoff (The Compleat Cruiser)
Is Paul hearing accordion music?
"Anyone who says they like portaging is either a liar or crazy."
- Bill Mason
"Mama's got a squeeze box, Daddy never sleeps at night". - The Who. :-)
Il colore del cielo, la forza del mare.
Accordian, banjo, bagpipes, what's the diff?
From multiple sources:
Perfect pitch is when you throw the banjo into the dumpster and it lands right on the accordion
Sometimes you've gotta leave the kibble out where the slow dogs can get some....
... Roy Blount, Jr.
...hell? Not if you work in the travel industry.
(borrowed from a friend in the business who put this up this morning)
Last night as I lay sleeping
I died or so it seemed,
Then I went to heaven
But only in my dream
Up there St Peter met me
Standing at the pearly gates,
He said "I must check your record
Please stand here and wait."
He turned and said "Your record
Is covered with terrible flaws,
On earth I see you rallied
For every losing cause."
I see that you drank alcohol
And smoked and partied too,
Fact is, you've done everything
A good person should never do.
We can't have people like you up here
Your life was full of sin,
Then he read the last of my record
Took my hand and said "Come in."
He led me up to the big boss and said
"Take her in and treat her well",
She used to work in Travel
She's done her time in hell
Goat Island Skiff and Simmons Sea Skiff construction photos here:
"All kings are not the same."
Huh....... And I thought that the correct ending was "You go to Congress".....
Never trust a man with a clean workshop.
I have always thought polka music and Mexican music sounded a lot alike.
A banjo player died and, to his surprise and consternation, arrived in Hell.
Satan greeted him and said, "You will share quarters with another musician... A concert violinist."
Two weeks went by and the banjo player had a great time. The climate was mild, the food was good, and he could play his banjo to his heart's content.
Then one day the banjo player ran into Satan. "I don't get it," he said, "This doesn't seem like punishment and torment."
Satan replied, "Who said you are the one being punished and tormented?"
Last edited by Tom Montgomery; 06-21-2012 at 07:35 PM.
Our life is frittered away by detail ... Simplify, simplify.
OTOH, a local banjo player, being diagnosed with a terminal illness , for the second time actually, paid for two wakes. The first whilst he was still around to enjoy it, the second in his own home where he was supposedly lying for a viewing. In fact the coffin became the bar according to his instructions. It sounds macabre but all his jazz muso friends understood.
An expert is but a beginner with experience.
Did you know that there are only two schools of accordion repair in the world? Hohner runs one in Germany, and a woman I like to call "Our Lady of the Accordions" runs the other, which is in Duluth. That's also what I like to call the former church that houses the school and collection of everything squeezeboxy.
Oystagirl studied there for a year. It's an interesting place; Dave Barry wrote a column about it, which you can probably find with a bit of googling. I wonder if it's still there...
What are you doing about it?
I've been asked to repair the bellows on a few in the past, I guess they thought a bookbinder might have the skills. Seemed to have held up OK