This morning I awoke to a marching band in my front lawn. These where taken through the diamond-cut window of my front door.
While in Chicago last weekend, setting up Mjolk's latest confectory brain song, I picked up a 1931 Patek concertina. It is housed in an ancient-looking, purple satin-lined leather case that is lined with hand-written polka music.
I nearly spat up when I opened the bellows and saw that they where metallic green to match the mother of pearl detailing on the corners.
I'd have been a fool to not immediately accessorize it with some kicks. I'm not the only smooth mother fucker with a Patek concertina and matching shoes.
While in Chicago last weekend, setting up Mjolk's latest confectory brain song, I picked up a 1931 Patek concertina. It is housed in an ancient-looking, purple satin-lined leather case that is lined with hand-written polka music.
I nearly spat up when I opened the bellows and saw that they where metallic green to match the mother of pearl detailing on the corners.
I'd have been a fool to not immediately accessorize it with some kicks. I'm not the only smooth mother fucker with a Patek concertina and matching shoes.
posted by Matthew Pazzol at 8:08 AM
4 Comments:
HOLY FUCK WOW
(on a number of different HOLY FUCK AWESOME levels.)
hard to know which part to address, here.
sheeyit.
gorgeous!! wonderful! i used to live not too far from milwaukee and elston where the old music store apparently used to be! there is a concertina and accordian store here in oakland inside 21 grand, around the corner is GOD's gym. he he he.
I hadn't thought of the footwear angle. Now that you're about to be drawn into the Concertina Vortex, be sure to do a search for my concertina hero, Eddie Zima. Start with "Circus Polka".
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