Accordia is an obscure country on the far, far border of the west that most people miss because they go one step too far and end up in the east. It’s an easy mistake, especially if you are prone to circular reasoning.
If by chance you find the border, you still might miss it because it’s such a small country. Accordia consists of one large alp. It’s national motto is “Accordia: A Hill of a Good Country.”
No one had heard of the country until recently (today, in fact), but it is the birthplace of the accordion. Accordians are touchy about this subject, and if you want to push an Accordian’s button, just casually mention that Christian Friedrich Ludwig Buschmann invented the accordion in 1822. After the bellowing stops, tell the person you were just kidding. Normally, Accordians aren’t that loud, but they are if you push them.
For unknown reasons, I was selected out of all of the millions of people in the Interlands to be the official representative of Accordia. I have been recording their vibrant history and plan to publish some of it sooner, later, or both.
Accordia is an obscure country on the far, far border of the west that most people miss because they go one step too far and end up in the east. It’s an easy mistake, especially if you are prone to circular reasoning.
If by chance you find the border, you still might miss it because it’s such a small country. Accordia consists of one large alp. It’s national motto is “Accordia: A Hill of a Good Country.”
No one had heard of the country until recently (today, in fact), but it is the birthplace of the accordion. Accordians are touchy about this subject, and if you want to push an Accordian’s button, just casually mention that Christian Friedrich Ludwig Buschmann invented the accordion in 1822. After the bellowing stops, tell the person you were just kidding. Normally, Accordians aren’t that loud, but they are if you push them.
For unknown reasons, I was selected out of all of the millions of people in the Interlands to be the official representative of Accordia. I have been recording their vibrant history and plan to publish some of it sooner, later, both, or either.
year-struck 
The accordion has often been called The-Come-To-Me-Go-From-Me. There is no doubt that this is a very accurate name and as you are the official spokesperson I thought I should draw your attention to this far superior name.
strange… I always thought it was come-to-me-go-to-me
I have never heard either expression. It seems like such a friendly instrument: one you want to hug over and over.
They bring back a lot of good memories… their disappearance reminds me of what happened much later to the film camera… down deep, I’m hoping that you’ll represent them in song…
The polka is still popular around this part of Wisconsin, so you can hear the accordion various places. I hope they don’t disappear like film cameras.
Although I have learned to play only a little guitar; I have actually written several songs, mostly for my children.
Oh, I spent way too much time in Europe to think that Acdordia is a place I would ever go to voluntarily! Ahhh, the noise, noise, noise, noise, noise!
It’s such a small country that the noise is very small too.
You must tell me of your travels. I have only been twice and will make my third (and probably) last trip this summer.
Italy. Go to Italy. WE lived in Switzerland, near Geneva. I need to blog a bit about it, but have only done one post on it: http://fiftyfourandahalf.com/2011/10/25/merde-101/.
Somehow I don’t get around to it. Maybe this week! Thanks for the inspiration.
We spent almost two weeks in Italy two years ago. I would love to go back.
Me too!
Ahaha! 😉 Hello, yearstricken…
Hello, there. Are you a lover of the accordion?
I would love to visit Accordia. It’s on my bucket list. I wonder, what type of food do they eat here?
I meant there.