On 04 JUN 96, Kent, the former wee sprat, wrote:
quoted 4 lines And while we're on the subject of LW, let us not forget the inimitable>And while we're on the subject of LW, let us not forget the inimitable
>accordian styings of Myron Floren. Before there was slam dancing there
>was the spectacle of tipsy farmers cracking their date's ribs as they
>polka headlong into the cinderblock walls of midwestern dance halls.quoted 1 line Big up polka massive! Booyah!>Big up polka massive! Booyah!
I just wanted to add that Myron Floren played at one of my sister's "Band-o-
rama" performances back in the '70s. (Band-o-rama is a thing that the Glendora
High School Marching Band puts on EVERY year) I remember him sitting up on
stage at the Haugh Performing Arts Center at Citrus College and the audience
clapped and sang along. A standing ovation ensued...
My dad loves to polka. He's from Indiana--grew up on a farm. Not too sure
about him ramming into any cinderblock walls with Mom though. Mom's also from
Indiana and grew up on a different farm. She swears that she's tone deaf, but
Dad likes to tell the story of how she hummed "The Wedding March" on their first
date...
Born to march to any drum,
Renee