A Noir Accordion Murder Mystery

Detective Weltmeister came onto the scene, a ratty one bedroom apartment with a dead mendicant and a silent, broken accordion.

I stood at the door. A first year uniformed flatfoot. I’d knocked on the old guy’s door to offer him some date nut bread from my wife. Looked in. Saw the mayhem, and called the precinct and detective.

The accordion was in a distended, immodest state, bellows stretched. The detective, with grace, picked up the shambles, set it aside, and covered it with a small towel. It let out one last wheeze. An F sharp, I think. Like a death rattle.

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Three Bourrées

Three Bourrées from the Bal Folk Tune Book

These are played simply and straightforwardly, bourrées in three. All of them are sans nom in the Bal Folk Tune Book and, as is my custom I give sans nom tunes nicknames. If you know the actual name of any of these, please let me know. The tunes are #79 (“Eevee”) #74 (“Ursula”) #83 (“Dola”). All three are named for cats in my life. Other tunes nicknamed for my cats are “Frida” and “Quinta.” Yes, I’ve had a lot of cats in my life.