So if Kurt Cobain is the sullen stoner on our imaginary musical play ground then Polka is the chubby, manicly cheerful Austrian exchange student who smiles constantly and nods emphatically at everything you see even though he doesn't understand a word of English. He is a joyful, bursting Agustus Gloop if you will who wants nothing more then to get our feet tapping to the accordion rift and the uplifting ompapah of the tuba!!!
Polka is considered the worlds happiest music and after last month's rousing success I should be excited...but some how I get the sinking suspicion that I'm gonna end up feeling like I've been locked in Disney World over night after realizing I just ate the brown acid.
I've listened a few days so far and it's just so far from what I consider music that I'm having a hard time connecting with it. However, all that aside, we have a deal and I won't renege....February will be all Polka, all the time even if I end up jacked up on Thorazine and banging my head against the wall in a rhythmic and cheerful manner! My hope is that after a week of going through my hundred or so songs I have I'll find some favorites and start to form a connection.....if not it's gonna be a looooooooooooong month!!!
Wish me luck.