While walking down Queen Street West over the weekend, I’ve been approached by young teens no less than four times, saying that they liked the accordion performance on MuchMusic last Tuesday.
I almost didn’t notice one because he kept calling to me using “Sir,” which I never get called unless it’s immediately followed by “put your pants back on, and then put your hands where I can see them and don’t make any sudden moves.”
All of them said that they have a new-found respect for the accordion. Thank you, kids. You have impeccable taste.
Let’s see you do that, Mr. Justin Timberlake.
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