L'Autre Diatoniste

by Gary Chapin

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Music of Centre France, Brittany, Alsace, and other places ... played on diatonic button accordéons with some touches of guitar, tenor guitar, recorder, clarinet, spoons, voice and bombarde.


released July 12, 2013


I. La Souflette 3:29
II. FRLO Anthem 4:53
III. Polka Piquee & Polka de l'Aveyron 2:42
IV. L'intermittent 2:29
V. Les Filles de Saint Nicholas 2:57
VI. Catherine's Psaltery 3:15
VII. Two Mazurkas 2:34
VIII. Hanter Dro 3:16
IX. Not That Guy's Gavotte 2:00
X. Two Scottishes 2:55
XI. Twentieth Century Rondeau 3:41
XII. Ballad Of The Bachelor 4:40


Gary Chapin, accordions, guitar, tenor guitar, recorders, voice
Steve Gruverman, clarinet, saxophone, bombarde
Will Leavitt, spoons
Caleb Orion, guitar (on the Polkas and the Hanter Dro)

Landscape photo: Bethany Chapin
Inset photo: Brigid Chapin

Caleb Orion: producer and recording engineer.



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Gary Chapin plays music from centre France, Brittany, Alsace, and other places on diatonic accordéon.

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Track Name: FRLO Anthem
There is power in the bellows
Power in the reeds
Power in the squeeze
Of the Accordion

But it all amounts to nothing
If our mothers we don't please
We are the Free Reed Liberation Orchestra

Accordions forever!
We're fleet and we're light!
Harmony on the left hand
Melody on the Right

But it all amounts to nothing
If our mothers we don't please
We are the Free Reed Liberation Orchestra

lyrics by Gary Chapin, 2010
Track Name: Ballad of the Bachelor
The Ballad of the Bachelor, by Ellis Parker Butler
(this is the full poem, the song excises a few verses)

Listen, ladies, while I sing
The ballad of John Henry King.

John Henry was a bachelor,
His age was thirty-three or four.

Two maids for his affection vied,
And each desired to be his bride,

And bravely did they strive to bring
Unto their feet John Henry King.

John Henry liked them both so well,
To save his life he could not tell

Which he most wished to be his bride,
Nor was he able to decide.

Fair Kate was jolly, bright, and gay,
And sunny as a summer day;

Marie was kind, sedate, and sweet,
With gentle ways and manners neat.

Each was so dear that John confessed
He could not tell which he liked best.

He studied them for quite a year,
And still found no solution near,

And might have studied two years more
Had he not, walking on the shore,

Conceived a very simple way
Of ending his prolonged delay--

A way in which he might decide
Which of the maids should be his bride.

He said, "I'll toss into the air
A dollar, and I'll toss it fair;

If heads come up, I'll wed Marie;
If tails, fair Kate my bride shall be."

Then from his leather pocket-book
A dollar bright and new he took;

He kissed one side for fair Marie,
The other side for Kate kissed he.

Then in a manner free and fair
He tossed the dollar in the air.

"Ye fates," he cried, "pray let this be
A lucky throw indeed for me!"

The dollar rose, the dollar fell;
He watched its whirling transit well,

And off some twenty yards or more
The dollar fell upon the shore.

John Henry ran to where it struck
To see which maiden was in luck.

But, oh, the irony of fate!
Upon its edge the coin stood straight!

And there, embedded in the sand,
John Henry let the dollar stand!

And he will tempt his fate no more,
But live and die a bachelor.

Thus, ladies, you have heard me sing
The ballad of John Henry King.