Cleveland, a Polka Town–Part 1

I vacationed in Cleveland this summer and was, as my friend Bob so succinctly put it, a polka tourist. To his credit my husband dutifully and (for the most part) joyfully accompanied me on this mission –who needs the beach?

DJ Kishka’s Polka Happy Hour at the Happy Dog Bar on W. 58th and Detroit was the first stop on our weekend itinerary. We literally drove 1100 miles round trip–well technically my husband drove the entire way because of my broken wrist– just to experience this vintage Cleveland event. It was every bit as kick ass fabulous as I hoped it would be.

Hundreds of hipsters across the city of Cleveland are rediscovering the joys of polka tunes and polka dancing and they have Justin Gorski (aka DJ Kishka) to thank. One Friday a month, Clevelanders (or is it Cleves?) cram into this cozy bar to listen to Kishka’s hilarious banter as he spins his Dad’s old polka records…for three hours. Seriously, it was fantastically fun. I loved the food (hotdogs with every kind of topping you can imagine), the people (young to old, hipster to biker), the camaraderie, and the music–polka rules. I think the population of Cleveland would be inclined to agree.

If you’re a doubter, check out this short video of DJ Kishka and the awesomeness known as Polka Happy Hour.

If you can’t make it to Cleveland, you can do the next best thing and buy a Polka Happy Hour CD from DJ Kishka’s website. Hey now! Why not invite your friends over and have a polka happy hour in your living room–all the cool kids are doing it.

Thank you, DJ Kishka for preaching the gospel of the almighty polka. Keep the faith!

Stay tuned for more Cleveland weekend polka highlights.

Walter’s Main Squeeze

Don’t tell my husband but I have a wicked crush on Walter Kühr, owner of the Main Squeeze Accordion Shop in New York City. During a quick weekend visit with a dear friend, not only did I see Priscilla the Musical (kick ass good!)— I was also able, at long last, to visit the famous lower east side accordion shop that I had heretofore only admired online.

In a word…Wunderbar!

I was in accordion heaven. I hung out at the shop for nearly two hours. It’s this wonderful narrow little space lined with new and used accordions, CDs, sheet music, framed photos and accordion memorabilia. It also has Walter Kühr, the owner of the shop since he opened it 20 years ago. He kept telling me that he needed to wash and paint the floor–he even showed me the paint color he had selected. He said that he didn’t have time for a video interview. But I wouldn’t exactly leave and he never kicked me out.

He also ended up playing five different squeezeboxes for me…each one masterfully. Watch him play and listen to some snippets of our conversation on this little video I took with my iPhone. But please concentrate on what he says (and plays) and ignore anything that escapes out of my mouth as I sound like a babbling, star-struck idiot. Note: I don’t have any idea who Rambling Jack Elliot is, but I sincerely thought I did at the time. Oy.

We talked about accordions (shocker!); Hamburg (a city where we both had lived); his mother (he showed me a postcard of her playing accordion as a young girl in Germany); Richmond (yes, he has actually swum in the James River); and about the 14-piece all-female, all-accordion orchestra he conducts. Seriously. And yes, I bought one of their CDs—it’s amazing. I encourage all of you to buy one too. Then go buy one for all your accordion-loving friends—both of them. Buy individual songs or the entire CD here.

I also intended to take a video of the store itself but because of a design flaw on the iPhone 4 video interface (would you fix that already, Apple?), I ended up taking a blurry still. Lucky for you, I found a much better video tour already on YouTube.

Go visit Walter and his shop the next time you’re in New York. I certainly plan to return. And if you’re really living right, the Main Squeeze Orchestra might be performing somewhere in the city and you can experience them as well. Check them out.

Vielen dank, Walter Kühr! Bis dann.

accordion master and a darn nice guy

The name Dallas Vietty (pronounced Vee-eh-tee) first appeared to me when I was trawling the Web for a scary accordion image (and no, that’s not redundant). I needed something gory for my Halloween post. Not only did I discover a kick ass image of a bloody Dracula playing the squeezebox (see post Oct. 30, 2010) but I discovered Dallas himself, a kick ass accordion player and a hipster to boot.

He also wasn’t 80–not that there’s anything wrong with that! It’s just that when the mission of your blog is to bring back the cool to the accordion, it helps to have a role model that isn’t afraid to buy green bananas. Let’s face it–the days of the kid accordion choirs whose numbers could fill an auditorium are long gone (damn guitarists!).

Dallas is wildly talented. You don’t have to take my word for it, although I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t. A group of judges from the Mid Atlantic Accordion Virtuoso Championship on April 1 think he’s wildly talented, too. That’s why they awarded him first place for his performance of Bach’s Invention 13 from the Two Part Inventions. Listen for yourself. Here is Dallas warming up in the stairwell just before the competition.

For someone who plays so beautifully and, for all appearances, effortlessly, I thought it would be interesting to know a little more about how his love affair with the accordion began. I emailed him a few questions–here’s a sample of what he sent back.

Me: How did you fall in love with the accordion?

Dallas: It took me a long time…I had a big falling out with music after I dropped out of college in 2003. I didn’t want to look at or touch a piano, but when I moved to PA in 2004, I still wanted to play music. Accordion didn’t have any of the negative stuff that I associated with piano (feelings of inadequacy, never being able to play well enough) so I decided to play it.

I played on the street. I wasn’t very good–played mostly minor blues in a few different meters and keys, over and over again. I met a good flute player named Cathy Block and she wanted to start a band playing French and Italian music. We played out of piano music for a little while, using some jazz harmonies. But wanting to know how the music should really be played, I bought a CD of French accordionists called Accordeon: Nostalgia Poet of Paris. It was a compilation of what I realize now were the very old musette players Emile Vacher and Marceau. This music was really new to my comprehension. The more I played solo outside that summer and wrote original compositions inspired by Astor Piazzolla, the more I fell in love. But it wasn’t until I took a month-long sabbatical in Mexico City in 2009 when it all clicked into place. I was staying in an old art deco hotel in the revolutionary historical district and it came to me that I needed to get much greater facility on the accordion (like Maria Kalaniemi).

Me: How long have you been playing the squeeze box?

Dallas: I began playing the accordion in 2003 in college in CA with a Klezmer band. My friend, bass player Ralph Lowi, wanted to play the cymbolom, a kind of hammer dulcimer, and he told me I should find an accordion so I could play in a Klezmer band. I consulted my ethnomusicology professor about my lack of authenticity for Klezmer only to learn that he played in an African marimba band with no people from Africa in it. I asked around to see if anyone had an accordion and I ended up borrowing one for many years from a saxophone player named Joel. I finally sent him a check for it when I moved to PA.

When I first moved to PA, I played accordion on the street in front of a movie theater in Doylestown. I did it to meet people. I figured anyone who approached me while I was playing was probably my type of friend. I soon formed a duo with guitarist/singer Chris Blasucci. We made a lot of music together and Chris is a great songwriter and lyricist. But it wasn’t until I spent that month in Mexico City that I decided I really wanted to focus on the accordion and get very good at it. I searched around for accordion teachers and got some great advice and coaching from Alex Meixner. Eventually I found my way to Stan Darrow’s Acme Accordion School in July of 2009. Stan is an old timer (I think he’s 81 now) and not really teaching, but his wife Joanna Darrow and Frank Hodnicki teach there. They really know their stuff. And they got me into the Free BAss accordion which I believe is their specialty. Since then, I’ve had a total of 7 months of lessons, a 6 month run, and then an additional month to get me ready for this recent competition. I’m currently working with Joanna now to prepare for another competition.

Along the way I fell in love with the French style of accordion music called Musette, and specifically Swing Musette. I started performing with the Hot Club of Philadelphia in June 2010, which is similar to the Musette way of playing, and in October 2010, I formed Dallas Vietty’s musette project with two manouche guitar players and sometimes a bass player.

Me: Most importantly, does playing the accordion help you pick up chicks?

Dallas: Accordion helped me meet a lot of people in general–usually the type of person that I would be friends with, especially if it was a person around my age. Playing accordion on the street is how I met basically all of my friends when I first moved to PA from California. I also met my girlfriend that way. ;-)

Me again: Thanks for sharing those great answers, Dallas. And for all you 15 (or 40) year-old-boys out there who are thinking about picking up a guitar to meet chicks, consider a squeeze box instead. The accordion players get all the great girls.

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Accordions rock our world

So one of the perks of having a blog devoted to all things accordion is that you end up having accordion scouts, not just all over the country, but all over the world. In that vein, I’d like to give a shout-out to my work buddies Frank Gilg and Kevin Myer.

They were a long way from home, traveling with UNOS’ Center for Transplant System Excellence. They visited Qatar to share UNOS’ expertise in developing and managing a nationwide network of organ donation and transplantation services.

So what do you do in Qatar? Sometimes you get hungry, and when you get hungry you might go to an Egyptian restaurant, and in that restaurant, if you’re lucky (and Frank and Kevin were), you’ll run into these wonderful twin brothers who play music.

As Kevin wrote me, “While there, we visited many locations to learn about the beautiful culture and wonderful people, and in doing so, had a wonderful dinner at this restaurant and had the pleasure of this random band and dinner guest playing some awesome Middle Eastern accordion jams.”

Some people get all the luck. But lucky for me (and for you) they recorded some of it on their cell phone. Check out this accordion accompaniment to an Iraqi pop song. People are digging the accordion and there’s no alcohol involved!

Accordion. It’s not just from Germany and Poland and Slovenia and France and Ireland and Italy and Israel and China and Mexico anymore.

Where are the polka bars?

When I first started taking accordion lessons I had to drive 62 miles to Charlottesville just to find a teacher. If I lived in Cleveland, I probably wouldn’t have had to drive around the block.

I’m not knocking Richmond. It’s a perfectly delightful mid-sized city with, believe it or not, more than one accordion player in the greater metropolitan area–may they continue to multiply. What it doesn’t have is DJ Kishka and his monthly Polka Happy Hour at the Happy Dog bar. Can you imagine?! I’m all a’flutter, just thinking about it. Cleveland’s got DJ Kishka, the National Cleveland-Style Polka Hall of Fame, AND perogies. Man oh man–some cities get all the luck.

Check out this nifty article from the Columbus Dispatch that details the polka scene in Cleveland’s city neighborhoods. Hey, I’m convinced. I’m thoroughly envious and, come springtime, I’m planning a road trip. Don’t worry–I’ll bring my video camera with me. My itinerary? Polka Happy Hour Friday night. Polka dancing at Frank Sterle’s on the East Side on Saturday. And a visit to the Polka Hall of Fame on Sunday.

My oh my, I do believe Drew Carey was right. Cleveland rocks and so does the polka.