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Wes Williams  wes@lvcott.fsnet.co.uk These keyboard charts show how the notes are arranged on the buttons of nine different types of concertinas, and can be used to compare various systems. All types of concertinas come in multiple sizes–in general, these diagrams show examples toward the smaller end of the scale. The Anglo type (uniquely) produces two different notes with each button, one note when the bellows are drawn open and a different note when the bellows are pushed closed. In the diagram this is shown with two note labels: the top note is heard on the draw (belllows moving out), the bottom note on the push (bellows moving in)—there are alternate notations in use. All the other concertina systems produce the note shown on the button on both draw and push.   English Concertina Keyboard  (Click to enlarge.)   Anglo Concertina Keyboard  upper note sounds when bellows are drawn out,  lower note when bellows are pushed in  (Click to enlarge.)

 

 

  Seniors’ Rec. Centre, Kitchener.   Fred with the heavy   German accent.   As much as   invited   me   To show up.   Make sure to   bring   Keys of C and G harps   Yah?  Mein friend. And so I did.   About 8 or 9 in a circle.   Fran on   piano   setting tempo   And   intro   tune reminders.   Matthew   brings   his   Button accordion, self taught.   Nice   chugging   base chords.   And one of his own waltzes.   Guenther is the president   Plays   classic   Seydel models.   The   definitive   Amazing Grace.   Phil and Rick pop in   Whenever, with   Bayou   Blues.   Trudy   insists   that we get   Ashoken   Farewell   ready   US   Civil   War lament.   For performance   For some venue.   Also   perhaps   Oh   Danny   Boy.   And I Come to the Garden.   We are all   having   fun   Becoming   friends   with   a   common   interest or two.   Thank you Fred.   Oh ya, ya, ya. Now play it again. IN UNISON.

 

  Happy, rich, historic The mighty Polka plays Just as in old Lutonia. Some rollicking, festive days. John dresses up nicely with Maureen.

  An auditorium mostly used  For Seniors, cribbage,  bumper  pool  Guitar lessons, book club, yoga.  Well sort of.  But  Thursday  nights at eight.  Talent,  readings  of all sorts.  Song. Strumming. Even a  dodgy  female ventriloquist.  Puffy Afghan on her knee. And a  terrier  who does tricks  Well, more than half the time.  And then Daphne.  Pigtails and no make-up.  Bag dress, shift,  potato  sack?  Mustard leggings.  And  Chuck  Taylor All Star  Sneakers.  Reading next with a  sultry  voice  That did not  match  the rest.  Poems with fire.  A Bully  From  junior  high  A  smirk  and fast hands.  A  black  eye if you falter.  A pond  quivering   Before nightfall,  fireflies   A-dance in  tribute  to  Day’s death.  And  night  hawk’s swoosh.  The next, a  short  trip to  The altar.  Praying so unfamiliar  But honest, transparent, broken  Needing help,  needing  God.  (As if she were  describing  herself.  Well  guess  what.)  She was  totally  let in  Yucky  exterior  coating.  Tota

  Picture thanks to Zoe Adrian and Scott Blair. Good day’s hike. Poetry? Dinky messages.  Japanese.  Value  seems  more in the  Words left  unsaid   Inferences drawn.  Curtain only partially  Pulled back for  Something beautiful.  But  remember  Fella.  Little people.  Little land space.  Little  tenuous  tightrope  For  effecting  cohabitation.  No  larger  messages  Since  Emperor  worship  Went down in flames.  Hirohito  shuffling  around  In  housecoat  and sneakers  Lamenting in unfinished  Sentences.  Ejaculating bits of thoughts.  Alone.  Threatenings of tsunami. Nuclear meltdown. And here I  stand  in Canada.  Land  scarcely  inhabited.  Anglophone with vast terminology  Synonyms  beyond  counting.  Crazy variety.  Large it seems, in  every  respect.  But is it pompous, showy?  Using  fifty  dollar words.  Jabbering on  Way  after  one is finished?  Not  hearing  the bell?  To each his own.  I’m thinkin’.