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Inside the Prudential Center, Boston.
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The story goes that my dad played the accordion as a kid. He even won some competition. When I was little I supposedly walked into a room and startled him and he dropped and broke it. And that was the end of the accordion. At least this is the story I remember.
On a recent trip to Lithuania he was convinced to play again but apparently all he could/would do is use the buttons and open and close it, not play the keyboard, so you can see he is getting some help there.
He has now been instructed to learn to play again while he's in Italy and that I expect a concert upon my parents' permanent return to the US in a few years.
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"It was the wicked and wild wind / blew the doors down to let me in"
Coldplay
"And life is like a pipe / and I'm a tiny penny rolling up the wall inside"
Amy Winehouse
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