The accordian. Why???

Ok, so I'm sitting in U.Brew, again, (I'm here every tuesday and thursday, because I have most of my mornings free then...) and there is a guy on stage with an accordian. He wrote his own music. Now, as much as I enjoy original music, this is definitely not high on my favorites list. Oh dear. He's just attached a harmonica around his neck. His next song is about skeletons. He sings too, but you can barely hear him over the accordian. Scary. Why am I still sitting here? I guess because I have other things to do while I'm here. I'm just going to try to block him out now.