Accordion Lessons
At the age of 15, it dawned on me that the accordion isn’t cool
The Beatles killed the accordion, but their songs sound better on the instrument than the Stones
My accordion unplugged, at FireAid
I started accordion lessons in about 1977. I was 12 years old and really into rock & roll. My love for this genre was not considered when I chose to pick up the accordion. A friend of mine started taking lessons and played the instrument for me and I thought it was cool. So I signed up with his teacher. Mr. Matlejan would visit my house once a week for half-hour lessons. I learned old Croatian folk songs. I also learned to read sheet music. I would rehearse between lessons and worked my way up to a bigger accordion. I had started on a smaller beginner’s accordion, with only two rows of left-hand bass keys. As my abilities progressed, my parents then bought me a used, bigger accordion. It was white, mother of pearl plastic with black keys Looking back, I was living two musical lives. One was on my accordion, which fit in well with my family of Croatian-speaking aunts, uncles, and other relatives in San Pedro, California. My other life was as a pre-teen listening to 93KHJ, the big …