Break out the sauerkraut and beer--It's Polka Time! He doesn't actually play polkas. But there is always time. He is learning beautiful melodies that are haunting. The accordion is a lovely instrument. I think it has a far away sound. It sounds like old photographs. Yes, that's it. The instrument calls back things that came before us, things recognizable but just out of reach. I'll admit that in this photo the boy looks as if he is a child performer in the lobby of a turn of the 20th century New Orleans brothel. But there is an Olan-Mills quality to this photograph, too. Gone wrong.
I'm out of whack today. I didn't think I would get this up. A bad place with spooky footing. Life is like a Hitchcock movie right now, horrible things on a beautiful day in very public places. Something that just shouldn't happen. A McGuffin.
But I'll leave you in peace. Misery should not be shared unless it has made its way to art. Nobody likes a whiner.
Did I ever mention I went to Olan Mills house once for a wedding reception? He lives here in Chattanooga.
ReplyDeleteI think this one looks like an illustration in an old book.
I bought an accordion once, wanting to learn to play but I think I sold it in a yard sale. Looking forward to his CD when it comes out.
I LIVE for your whining... :)