I'll never forget the evening party at Chaplain Valley, back in the early '80s when Ali Anderson was the only concertina player in a field of Quebecois, Cajun and Irish accordians.

Poor guy. He didn't have any common repertoire to speak of.

But one night the old time fiddlers were gathered on the porch and, squatted down and bent double so he could hear himself, Ali was trying to play along. Boy were his fingers flying!