When Seth and I saw a beautiful Italian accordion in the downtown pawn shop's window, neither of us could get it out of our minds. I haven't picked up an accordion in years (my first accordion belonged to my grandma, and it is sentimental ... and old), but I haven't forgotten how much I want to play one like a boss.
So for our latest date, we went walking around downtown to play guitars/ukuleles at Chesbros and walk around downtown. We stopped at the pawn shop, checked out the accordion in the window and talked them down a few dollars. Now I have no excuses for not playing.
Checking out the bass buttons.
