This is what I look like when I play the accordion
In my quest to be taken seriously as infrequently as possible, I’ve taken up banjo, accordion, card magic, and standup comedy. Last week saw me actively engaged in one of these on a stage for a crowd of semi-interested people.
When you produce an accordion in front of a room full of people, you immediately peg yourself as the opposite of the guy who plays guitar at a house party. Whether you consider it a poor man’s organ or a rich man’s harmonica, an accordion is a sign around your neck that says “I make interesting decisions and I pose no sexual threat.”
My friend Dylan (same name! I know!) has a musical project operating under the name Swampboots. He tagged me in for my vicious accordion skills for a night of quirky folk rock at a music venue called 116 Macdougal, conveniently located at 116 Macdougal Street,. We tore it up alongside Lindsay, a talented singer, and Brian, a first-class violinist. We shook the rafters.