Each day, another bit of independence falls away. His piano accordion, once his faithful daily companion, is silent. Dad can barely lift it.
Le mie memorie in relazione alla musica di mio padre, ebbe inizio quando avevo circa tre anni. Abitiamo in una casa in affitto durante il periodo del dopoguerra, scarsamente ammobiliata, ma allo stesso tempo dava un senso d’abbondanza.
Lucia Nardo A recording studio in Altona North. March 2007I spend the session at the mixing desk, watching Dad in the recording booth, reflecting on the importance of his music to our family’s identity. It’s been the soundtrack to my entire life.
Vin Maskell Coatesville Bowling Club, Bentleigh. Monday 1 November, 2010. Cup Eve.In a way the evening was Broadway Danny Rose meets Cocoon. But more moving. Much more moving.