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Polka Mania!
Continued from page 5
Published: December 9, 1999The coming year should be busy. He's planning a millennium tour, to be celebrated in conjunction with his 70th birthday. And as he's done every summer since he moved here, he'll travel a circuit of polka festivals from Buffalo to Green Bay, playing with different musicians in each city. He's just recorded "The J.J. Dolphins Song," which he expects to release in a week or so. The song is a companion piece of sorts to "The Florida Marlins Polka," which he wrote during that team's inaugural season:
Florida Marlins is our team
Marlins is our baseball dream.
Cheer them on to victory,
They ll be kings of land and sea.
Florida Marlins, all the way,
See them, watch them as they play,
Batter up and batters out,
This is what it s all about.
Florida Marlins, let s go! Go!
Play your hearts out, win the show,
Thrill your fans, on every play,
We are with you, all the way.
When at bat, let pitchers rest,
Hit the ball, give it your best,
Single, double, triple s great!
A home run s better, across the plate.
Cheer! Cheer! Cheer!
Let s all shout loud and clear,
Cheer! Cheer! Cheer!
Sing the Marlins song.
He sent a copy of the song to Marlins general manager Dave Dombrowski (he of Polish extraction), who reciprocated with a baseball signed by the entire team. Wally expects his football anthem to enjoy an equally enthusiastic reception. In fact he's so excited by it he's moved to profanity. "When people hear this new song, they're gonna shit," he predicts. "I'm a big Dolphins fan." (The song will be available by mail order only.)
This past September Wally returned to Chicago's Polish Broadway at Don Hedeker's suggestion. "The places we're playing are on the strip where he used to play all the time," Hedeker explains. "So I proposed the idea of him making a show with us. Of course I thought it would never happen in a million years, but he's a rebel; he's a radical. He was definitely up for it. It was an unbelievable thing. Imagine any other top performer in any musical form playing with a bunch of upstarts like us."
For Hedeker, playing with a performer of Wally's stature was the highlight of his career. "I've never met someone who is so on in terms of being a people person," he says. "We went around with him for two days, and everywhere we went he was talking to people, introducing himself, saying hello. If he were a politician, he'd be president."
The show took place at the Zakopane Lounge, in the heart of the strip and across the street from what used to be the Lucky Stop, Wally's old home base. The Polkaholics opened, playing a loud, brash form of the polka that more closely resembles punk rock. Using only drums, electric bass, and electric guitar, they sang warped versions of staples such as "Who Stole the Kishka?" and "Roll Out the Barrel." A young crowd rushed the trio while older Li'l Wally fans hung back at the rear of the hall. When Hedeker announced the presence of Li'l Wally, the crowd began chanting, "Wally! Wally! Wally!" As if he were a boxer making his way to the ring, Wally took more than fifteen minutes to reach the front of the room, shaking hands with everybody he could. Finally onstage, accompanied by the Polkaholics, he played his concertina and sang fifteen of his greatest hits.
"It was a magical evening," reports Hedeker. "It was really an amazing concert on many levels. I was really paying attention, trying to learn from him, the way he gets people involved. It was like we were at the feet of the master."
Wally so enjoyed the concert that he's penciled in a return engagement with the Polkaholics for next April. "It was beautiful," he says of the show. "We played until two in the morning. There was no dancing because it was too crowded. The more people I play for the happier I am."
He pauses to consider his words: "I'm a happy guy because God gave me the talent to make these songs, to make people happy. People go to church, and the priest blesses them and makes them very happy. But with my music, I make them extremely happy. This is what it's all about."








