Once upon a time in the 1970's I saw this thing sitting on a piano at the Zeswitz music store. It had a tag on it- "$38, as is". I spoke to salesman Nick about it, and he said that he couldn't sell it to me at that price. Instead, he sold it to me for $18. Say what you will, the man had a sense of humor.

I had to patch the holes in it to get it to play, but for years this hung around as a curiosity. It wasn't in good tune, although it did have a unique sound all of its own. About twenty years later it became a regular part of the band Namaste's World Beat sound.

And about twenty years after Namaste split up I was playing it with the Sporting Hill Ramblers, annoying people with it on St. Paddy's Day and the third Wednesday of every month at McCleary's Pub. I had a few other accordions by this time, and eventually this one got retired to the wall of fame.

By 2021 I had accumulated a bunch of these things, mostly buying them used when the one I was playing went too far out of tune.


The little ones (which I like best) could usually be found for around $100 locally. The two biggest ones in the back row were actually in tune, but I only used them for recording. Too many buttons!

Well, I recently went a little crazy and decided it was time to have some of the smaller ones tuned up. There aren't many people doing this anymore, so I dropped three of them off a month or so ago at Liberty Bellows in Philly. Here they are, back from the hospital...


They sound amazing now. It's nice being able to play them without three, or five, or six out of tune notes making me cringe! When I picked them up I dropped off this little one for tuning as well. I love them all equally!

little one

Now, if you are brave, you may listen to old #1, Stanley, on a song I recorded way long time ago. It sounds really watery because I was slathering on phase shift and chorus effects in order to make it sound more evenly out of tune. It was written at sometime before the Berlin wall fell. I may have to re-record this one!

No Chance of Meeting

No Chance of Meeting

She drew the curtain
Where the moon shone through her hair, around her shoulders
And looked, to the darkness,
In the shadows of the street where I was walking
Taking my time
Getting home before the dawn
For the day should not meet someone so alone.

She had been crying
And the tears upon her cheek sparkled like diamonds
Fallen from the darkest
Of eyes I'd ever seen, I stopped to watch her
She raised her face
to the moon which held her fate
and I felt my heart was beating out of place

She left the window
And the vision I had seen was in me burning
I walked, through the darkness,
And I knew there was for us no chance of meeting
Outside my dreams
She is on the other side
And tha wall that comes between us is so wide