I went to see Tracy and Ginny Hawker about a month ago at a house concert in Austin. He didn't bring along a squeezebox, and wouldn't take me up on my offer to lend him the John Doucet box I had in the car. I was pretty disappointed, as my main reason for going to the concert was to hear him play some Cajun squeeze. Oh, well. The music was good, anyway.
I've got an interesting story about Tracy and one of his accordions.
About a year ago my Irish band was playing at the most traditional Irish pub in Baltimore, called J. Patricks. I started talking to this guy who bought me a drink and I started telling him about Cajun music. Apparently he had bought an accordion at a pawn shop. The accordion had the name "Tracy Schwartz" engraved on the face plate. He knew of Tracy Schwartz, however, and wondered why in the hell his accordion would be in a pawn shop. So eventually he contacted Tracy and talked to him about the issue. Tracy actually travled to Maryland and got his accordion back. Unfortunately for the guy I met, he lost money, but willingly gave back the accordion
That was more or a rhetorical question. I didn't expect an answer. I've heard stories like this before, and I always wonder how the guy at the end of the line always gets stuck when they did no wrong that they knew of.