Al heel lang was ik gefascineerd door de trekharmonica. Toen ik in Groningen vlakbij de muziekschool kwam te wonen, greep ik mijn kans, nam les en leerde spelen. Inmiddels woon ik weer op Ameland en de trekharmonica verhuisde mee.
Ameland is net als de andere Waddeneilanden een trekzakland. Nieuwswaardige verhalen over Ameland en de trekharmonica en tips voor de balgspeler plaats ik hieronder. Met een diatonische groet, Jeanet de Jong
Doorslaande Tongen is het weekend waarin je je
verder kunt verdiepen in je trekharmonica, chromatische accordeon of
concertina. Maar ook een plek van gezelligheid waarin je weer andere mensen
leert kennen die dezelfde passie als jij voor je instrument hebben.
In my memory I will always see
the town that I have loved so well
Where our school played ball by the gasyard wall
and we laughed through the smoke and the smell
Going home in the rain, running up the dark lane
past the jail and down behind the fountain
Those were happy days in so many, many ways
in the town I loved so well
In the early morning the shirt factory horn
called women from Creggan, the Moor and the Bog
While the men on the dole played a mother's role,
fed the children and then trained the dogs
And when times got tough there was just about enough
But they saw it through without complaining
For deep inside was a burning pride
in the town I loved so well
There was music there in the Derry air
like a language that we all could understand
I remember the day when I earned my first pay
And I played in a small pick-up band
There I spent my youth and to tell you the truth
I was sad to leave it all behind me
For I learned about life and I'd found a wife
in the town I loved so well
But when I returned how my eyes have burned
to see how a town could be brought to its knees
By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars
and the gas that hangs on to every tree
Now the army's installed by that old gasyard wall
and the damned barbed wire gets higher and higher
With their tanks and their guns, oh my God, what have they done
to the town I loved so well
Now the music's gone but they carry on
For their spirit's been bruised, never broken
They will not forget but their hearts are set
on tomorrow and peace once again
For what's done is done and what's won is won
and what's lost is lost and gone forever
I can only pray for a bright, brand new day
in the town I loved so well
