|This Serenellini was silky in a clutch. We may become a couple.|
We made a pilgrimage to The Button Box in western Massachusetts. It was time for a six-week checkup of my new (used) Castagnari G/C. A couple of its higher notes were not so sweet as they could be. Margaret, who is remarkably able in her role as my melodeon acquisition disease enabler, encouraged me to bring my baby by so that they could shower it with attention.
Bringing it involved renting a car and driving a couple of hours, but so what? I'm now responsible for my melodeon's health. Plus, I had seen pictures of The Button Box show room: shelves of finger candy, begging to be played.
|The Button Box adjusts some slightly sour notes|
|All my diagrams pointed my Scotch Magic tape|
to the wrong holes.
Some accordions, my Gaillard for example, have a lever that blocks off those holes. Others require a little Scotch Magic. Part of the magic is knowing which holes to block and I had somehow stumbled. While Bob sealed off the correct holes and then scratched away at the treble reeds to adjust the pitch, I wandered into the retail side to meet Margaret in person.
|Anita clutching her hank|