I went to the huge flea market in Homburg today and I picked up the most extraordinary item - an accordion. Yes, that's right people - a vintage ACCORDION.
Last week I heard someone playing it during a festival and I was just drawn to it. Also I've been listening to this Parisian Jazz Cd, and the accordion music is in the background. It must have been subliminal programming........
Today while we were driving to the flea market, I mentioned how I would love to have an accordion. NO JOKE - within 30 minutes of arriving the perfect one for me MAGICALLY appeared. It was the right size (some of them are extremely heavy and large), and the price was pretty reasonable.
Do I know how to play the accordion?
Uh........that would be a big NO. But I have a musical background from my teenage years and I can read sheet music. Learning how to play the accordion can't be that hard, right?
Future family and social functions will involve me playing Parisian melodies, German Polkas and Italian love songs. Me and my fabulous accordion are going to be so popular everywhere we go.
HOWEVER........showing off my new purchase to others in the dorm resulted in looks of ODDITY and CONFUSION. Genuine looks of bewilderment were followed by questions of: "Why would you buy that?". "Do you know how to play?" "What are you going to do with it?".
My response: "I've always wanted one (well, as of this morning I wanted one) and I will learn how to play. Isnt' it cool?"
As always, I STICK OUT like a big sore thumb in the military community. Typical - but I wouldn't have it any other way. Who wants to be just like everyone else? Not me.