POLKA BAND GOBI

Thik Polka…the band ( now known as Polka Band Gobi)

When you hear the words THIK POLKA your immediately think of one of the biggest Polka Bands in the U.S. and standing with a group of your best friends in some concert hall or outdoor stadium or at a friends wedding in a small hall and yelling, “We want TP, we want TP” . You think of Yosh doing his accordion solo for Dark Side of the Moon. You think of cabbage rolls and Lederhosen and of you watching your mum making you a special batch of pierogies...with cheese and potatoes. Every time we think of Thik Polka we think of all those times, each and every one of us.

This site has not been long in the making and is a tribute to the world’s best Polka Band…”Thik Polka” ( or TP for short) a band that I and so many have followed and loved and treasured for many dozens of years. When you look back on the history and fame of Thik Polka, the band, what imediately comes to mind to so many people is a band that ;

1) Made Lederhosen popular to people in all walks of life.
2) That the phrase “ where’s the TP” has a whole new meaning to music lovers everywhere.

Thik Polka’s history is known to many and does not bear repeating other than to state that when everyone thought the story ended…it just began. While on the final dates of their Upper Western New York State World tour, Thik Polka left their accordions in their hotel room and left a note for their nephew, explaining their absence. In this note, it was explained that they were tired of all the fame of all the glory and were off to India to search and to discover the “Perfect Polka”, to find the source of the Polka and then to play the perfect polka at the Taj Mahal. Through these pages I hope to bring to life, the journey of Thik Polka (now known in India as Polka Band Gobi)and their search. Prior to leaving for India, TP developed a strong bond with a Mr. Kumar of Mysore India and Kumar I am sure will be an invaluable resource for Polka Band Gobi
p.s."Gobi" means cabbage in Hindi


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Thursday, February 6, 2014

POLKA LIKE NO ONE IS LISTENING

The Grammies....we came, we saw, we gets the tea-shirts.
You must have seen us in the audience with our accordions.  ? Yes?

And we come back to our home to where the polka beat is strong.
Marrakech and the Sahara...oh how we  missed the Sahara...the sand,
the water...

Yosh
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