Yo. Happy Thanksgiving, accordion aficionados. Contrary to the immediately preceding post, this blog is not specific to busking. It is also not specific to giving thanks, although ‘tis the season and I am thankful for both busking and accordions and a whole lot more. I’m also thankful for a fine husband and a fabulous wonder mutt, both of whom appreciate (and tolerate) accordions as much as they appreciate (and tolerate) me. But I digress.
Back to busking. I hate to blog about the same topic two posts in a row, but life occasionally repeats itself (for example, I had Raisin Bran for breakfast two days in a row). Anywho, last weekend I was tooling around Richmond with a friend of a friend (who I now consider a friend of my very own) when I got a 911 text from yet another friend that read, and I quote, “Dude at Cary Street and Belmont kicking butt on accordion. 
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There had been other plans on our itinerary, but that text was reason enough to change them. We drove the fifteen minutes or so from Church Hill to Carytown and lucky for us, the dude was still there and still kicking butt on accordion. Even luckier…I found a parking space all of 40 feet away. Best of all, I had access to a high def video camera since I had upgraded to an iPhone 4 just the weekend before. It was a very good day indeed.
So not only did I enjoy his performance, but now you can as well. Check out some wonderful gypsy-style accordion playing by the dude (aka Cayman Mooney). He informed me that he has only been playing accordion for about two years. Ack! He’s way better than me and I’ve been fiddling around with it for nearly three now. But I will keep the faith and keep slogging away. Those of you who are learning a new instrument should check out my “practice works” post from Sept. 4, just in case you missed it. It’s true. Practice really does work. Just works for some better than others. : )
P.S. I heart Carytown. Thanks for the busking, Cayman (and I hope I spelled your name right).
I recently returned from a vacation in paradise.
