April 11, 2007
The Old Accordion Player
Phone conversation with my father:
Me: How long have you played the accordion?
Him: The accordion? Why are you asking that?
Me: I'm going to put a photo on my blog of you playing the accordion.
Him: Where did you get a photo of me playing the accordion?
Me: On Easter.
Him: When I was in the bedroom playing?
Me: Yeah, didn't you notice me taking a photo?
Him: No, I don't remember that at all.
Me: I was standing right next to you.
Him: I guess I must have been concentrating on the music.
Me: You played accordion in the mountains. In the 50s. Right?
Him: You know, I never really considered myself a real accordion player.
Me: But you played it all the time.
Him: Well, everyone doubled. All the musicians did.
Him: I played trumpet and accordion.
Me: And sometimes you did singles on the accordion.
Him: Yeah, you don't need electricity or anything for an accordion. You can just stand in a corner and play.
Him: The accordion gave me another option.
Me: When did you start playing?
Him: Oh, I was a kid. It was the first instrument I played.
Him: But I really wanted to play the trumpet.
Him: So in seventh grade I started on trumpet.
Me: I can remember you playing the accordion when I was a kid.
Him: Yeah, but I don't play it as often now.
Him: It's too heavy.
Him: I was just showing your brother.
Me: Well, I took a photo, but I am going to put it in black and white because your pants and shirt clash.
Him: What are you going to call me?
Him: The Old Accordion Player?
Him: You always make up names for everyone, right?
Me: Well, I was just going to say you were my father.
Me: I didn't think you needed a pseudonym.
Him: I like the pseudonyms. Will-of-a-Wisp. That kind of thing.
Me: Will-of-a-Wisp? How does that make sense?
Me (incredulously) : You want me to call you Will-of-a-Wisp?
Me: That doesn't fit you at all.
Him: I meant YourYoungestSon.
Me: Oh. You mean With-a-Why.
Him: I like the names you use.
Me: Okay, I'll call you the Old Accordion Player.
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