Rising from the Dead

Troubadour

This little guy came into the shop today on, of all days, Halloween. The last accordion that entered my threshold on “All Hallows Eve” is a pretty spooky story. I descended to my cobwebby basement workshop, set it on my workbench and began the disassembly process. The moment I opened it up a dozen moths flew out and enveloped my head. Not only that but they were cloth eating moths and my entire wardrobe was in the same room. Scary stuff.

More about this instrument later…

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