This track was on a folk music tape my parents made, and it made my head melt. I’d bought my first melodeon, or squeezebox, in my second year – I played the piano before I came to Cambridge as a way to relax, but a piano was expensive and impractical, and after my wallet (with all my savings in it) was stolen during my second year, College helped me buy the squeezebox – and I tried hard to emulate Sharon Shannon’s sound. But the melodeon was much harder to play than I’d anticipated. There are buttons on both sides, and each button changes the note when you alter the pressure with the bellows. Shannon’s dexterity is amazing and, in the privacy of my room, I tried to get my fingers to keep up. It took me four and a half years to be able to play it.