After kind of giving up on it for awhile, I am practicing my accordion (SIDNEY) again! And it’s really fun! And I’m actually starting to get somewhere!
I’m starting to get somewhere because I’ve decided to use the CHEATER shortcut route, pioneered by A CERTAIN PERSON I COULD NAME, i.e. using the keys instead of the buttons. I always joke about what a bum he is for doing that, but it’s actually a million times easier, and I don’t even fucking know how to play piano. Anyway, I’m mostly just learning to play his songs, and it works just fine for him, so.
Tip to my fellow learners out there: “She’s an Angel” is a very good beginner song. In addition to it just being ONE OF THE BEST SONGS OF ALL TIME and therefore an awesome one for you to be able to say was the first one you learned, it’s pretty simple—the verses are just the one bass note of course (at first I was just playing and singing that to get my confidence up, haha) and then the choruses are just a repeating pattern of four chords, and the fourth only shows up a couple of times.
Oh, further tip, you can find out the chords from the guitar tabs on the wiki, if you didn’t know that already.
I always see myself with my accordion and think I look DAMN good, and want to take pictures and stuff, and then I remember that most people (or, honestly, pretty much ANY people actually) don’t have an ACCORDION FETISH from being madly, madly in love with an accordion player and so aren’t automatically all excited by seeing someone with an accordion. Well, those people are WRONG.
- typewrittengirl: why watch actual porn when you can watch a skeletal nerd with an accordion jumping and flailing and walking like a zombie
- typewrittengirl: I DO NOT KNOW
Y’all TMBG is re-releasing the first two albums and the EPs of “(She Was A) Hotel Detective” and “They’ll Need a Crane” for Cassette Store Day. This is kind of adorable.
The fact that this is what happens immediately after “No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful” makes me so happy. Profound and deeply heartbreaking thoughts combined with adorably spazzy actions—it’s the perfect summary of John Sidney Linnell, in a mere six seconds.