Welcome to feis dad

Hello, my name is Matt. I have a daughter ... no, make that two daughters ... who LOVE Irish Dance.

There. I admitted it. I’ve come clean.

It's the first step in recognizing I have a problem.

Did I say problem? Well, maybe that’s not quite right.

It’s more like a crisis of epic proportions.

If you’ve got a daughter in novice, prizewinner or championship, you know what I mean. Don’t worry, if you’re just starting this ride, you’ll find out soon enough.

If you don't know what a feis is. you're on the wrong blog. If you do know what a feis is and like it, you're on the wrong blog. If the thought of going to a feis makes you feel queasy, you're in the right place.

So, you're supposed to be here, now what?

Take a look at my first post, titled: Feis Dad Syndrome.

See if you've developed this terrible condition.

If you've got it, don't despair. There is help. I may not offer any right now, but don't lose hope, I'll get to it eventually.

Above all, I am looking forward to your comments, funny stories and helpful suggestions.

Thanks for joining me.

-- feis dad

Blog Posts

The following are posts. Please read, laugh and comment.

-feis dad

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Only THREE days left

I can’t believe I almost missed it. A celebration so big, it probably pales in comparison to Christmas, New Years Eve and Feis Dad Day all put together!

Did you know that June is Accordion awareness month? If you don’t believe me, go to www.letspolka.com and see for yourself. Wow, I didn’t know that the accordion was popular enough to have an entire month dedicated to its sweet sound. And Tucson has its own accordion fan club: the Accordion Club of Tucson (or ACT). Go to their website at www.accordionstucson.com and check out their awesome accordions!

After reading about accordion awareness month, I wanted to kick myself. To think I’ve wasted almost the entire month of June when I could have been appreciating the accordion for the last twenty-seven days! So, I guess I’ll just have to cram all that fun into the remaining few days!

I feel the first order of business for Accordion awareness month is to acknowledge the top accordion players of past, present and future.

10. Frankie Yankovic. This suave musical stud muffin was touted as America’s Polka King sometime in the 50’s or 60’s. I guess there’s a “real” story about Frankie and his music, but I’d rather make up one: Frankie was a real loser until one day in high school he picked up an accordion for the first time. It was like magic. With absolutely no lessons, Frankie was cranking out the tunage and the girls were swooning. Frankie blasted his way to stardom, his fame and fortune lasting about a week. But don’t fret, we’ll meet Frankie again.



9. Wilbur Warner. Unlike Frankie, Wilbur didn’t start playing the accordion until late in his life (when he turned 105), but he made up for lost time. Wilbur quickly turned into a retirement home sensation in the early 70’s, playing for the deaf, drugged and wheel-chair bound. He made a whirlwind tour of the old folk’s homes before retiring in 2002 when some old lady beat him silly with her cane so she “wouldn’t have to hear that awful music anymore.” Wilber, at the young age of 130, still dreams of reuniting with his groupies and touring again.



8. Johan “Fast Fingers” Fluberguston. Johan is Germany’s top accordion player. His fingers have been clocked at terrific speed of twenty-two miles an hour while he plays his black and white steed, which he calls Mr. Ed. You can still find Johan playing at all the best Oktoberfests in Europe, jamming on his accordion and drinking free beer until he pukes.



7. Rocking Jimmy Henderson. His real name is Marion Blunderkip, but he fashioned himself after the 60’s rocker Jimi Hendrix. Too bad he chose an accordion instead of electric guitar. He never made it as big as Hendrix and most historians believe it was due to his choice of pants, not his hairstyle, but we’ll never know.



6. Leila Horner. Not ALL great accordion players are men and Leila Horner has shown she’s got what it takes to be one of the best. This picture, early in her career, shows her playing in front of an Osco Drug store for change. When she made it big, she moved up to Walgreen’s.



Here’s a picture of her after two years on the drug store accordion circuit.



5. Weird Al Yankovic. This mega-music star has taken accordion music from the beer halls of Germany to mainstream USA. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forgive him.



4. Manny, Moe and Jack. This creative trio who called themselves The Polkaholics, hit the Polka music industry by storm with their debut album, Polka Can’t Die in the late 1964. Unfortunately, they were wrong and someone put Polka out of its misery in early 1965. These three were resilient though and decided to put their musical talent to use in a different way … buying cheap car parts stores. You can still get free accordion lessons when buying a set of four radials at any Pep Boys store.



3. Frankie Yankovic resurrected. Frankie tried a comeback in 2007, ten years AFTER his death. Although initial sales for Frankie were solid, they dropped of considerable when fans found out he was actually dead and Milli Vanilli was lip syncing and moving his hands with wires.



2. Tommy “Two Hands” Thompson. Tommy is a musical prodigy. At the tender age of five, he can play accordion like a season veteran. Too bad he’ll be classified as a nerd whose mother dresses him funny for the rest of his life. I guess fame and fortune as one of the world’s top accordion players has its price.



1. The Unknown Accordion Player. No one knows this guys real name. He only plays at night, when he thinks no one is listening. By day, he ridicules accordion music and makes fun of the talented people who keep the music alive. Keep a sharp eye out for him, one day he might come out of the closet and take the accordion stage by storm!



--feis dad

A serious message from feis dad about being a feis dad

This blog is not to be taken seriously. It’s meant to take a good-natured poke at how Irish Dance affects fathers (something many wives and daughters may not think about).

The reality of the situation is that most dads just don’t get the Irish Dance thing. It’s like asking our wives and daughters why they don’t throw high fives every time our favorite player hits a three-pointer in the playoffs.

I love my daughters, but I just can’t sit through twelve hours of accordion music at feis’ once a month. It is beyond me. And I truly believe that forcing me to do so would make me begin to resent their activity, which none of us want.

BUT, that doesn’t mean I don’t support our daughters in my own way.

That’s exactly what this blog is about. For good or bad, THIS is part of my support for them.

Some may say I’m not a good father if I don’t go to each and every performance or feis. But I believe both my daughters know I think what they are doing is important and good for them even though it’s hard for me to spell feis or oreach … orack … that big national feis thing.

My point in all of this is that although there are some things we just won’t do, I believe real feis dads need to ensure they:

Support their daughter’s (or son’s) love of Irish Dance.

Take interest in how they are doing.

Are excited when they perform well and move up.

Comfort them when they don’t.

Support their activity as much as we can within realistic financial and family obligations

Although we may not understand the specifics (like the difference is between a slip jig and a reel) we take an interest in the general idea

We tell our children we are proud of them every chance we get

Although we make light of some of the aspects of Irish Dance, they are never mean spirited or hurtful

We ensure that our children know what they are doing is important to us

Do what dads do best: build things—practice dance floors, sound systems, etc.

Take them to practices and performances when possible (even if it means missing part of the game, but maybe not if it’s the playoffs).

Again, this blog is not meant to be taken seriously.

No one is perfect. Not even feis dads. If you can’t laugh about it (or about yourself) then you’re missing out.

--feis dad