The precursor to the English variations can be found in Germany.
Title: Unknown
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-k23ODqfoas (My apologies for not being able to embed)
Performer: Art Ohotto
Culture:
Instrumentation: Solo Chemnitzer concertina
The Chemnitzer is a bisonoric squeezebox tuned in the diatonic scale. This is an instrument I have never been able to hear live, unfortunately. The interesting bit about this instrument is that it the only concertina tuned "wet," that is multiple reeds for the same pitch tuned slightly above and below. This is usually heard in accordions and melodeons, but as Ohotto said in the video, they are as different as a guitar and a banjo.
As an interesting note, the Bandoneon of Argentina is also descended from the Chemnitzer.
Title: The Hole in the Wall
Performer: G. J. Coyne
Culture: unknown, the McCann concertina was also made by Wheatstone.
Instrumentation: McCann duet Concertina
There were several types of duet concertinas manufactured in the late 19th century. All of them are as distinctly different as all the previous types of concertina, but are encountered far less frequently. They are designed to mimic the sound of the organ more than the other types of concertina. Duet concertinas sometimes have up to 80 keys and the complete range of a piano.
Here is an example of a Hayden duet concertina played in Kabul.
Here is an example of a Crane duet concertina.
Here is an example of a Jeffries duet concertina.
There are also some strange kinds of concertinas:
Franglo concertina
Accordeaphone: Only 8 were made
Rare Wheatstone: Extraordinarily large and with 12 sides.
Texan Anglo: Square, uses accordion reeds and is in different keys
MIDI concertina
And even a special Anglo-German concertina made with bellows long enough to skip rope with while playing.
Concertinas are NOT Accordions!
While there is a certain amount of confusion between free-reed instruments, there are a few easy rules to follow to determine what instrument you are encountering.
In short, if it has chord buttons, it is not a concertina.
Does it have bellows?
Yes; it is a squeezebox.
No; it is a melodica or harmonica.
Does it have keys or buttons?
Keys; it is an accordion or melodica (no bellows)
Buttons; it is probably a concertina.
Both; it is an accordion.
No; it is a harmonica.
When you push a button, how many notes play?
One; it is a concertina, harmonica, or melodica.
Multiple; it is an Accordion.
When you push a button, how many reeds are playing for each note?
One; Anglo-German, English, or duet.
Multiple; Accordion, Chemnitzer, or Melodeon
Does it make the same note in both directions?
Yes; English or duet, possibly accordion.
No; Anglo-German, Melodeon, harmonica.
Is it a hexagon?
Yes; Anglo-German, English (also sometimes dodecagons)
No, Chemnitzer, Melodeon Accordion.
On another interesting note, the poet Robert Service wrote a poem, My Accordion, although we have photographic evidence that he in fact played concertina. Brian Peters sings a version of this poem set to music on his CD Anglophilia, I believe.
Warning, it is not politically correct by today's standards, but certainly shows an attachment to his instrument.
Accordion
by Robert ServiceOf viol or of lute some make a song.
My battered old accordion, you’re worthy of a rhyme,
You’ve been my friend and comforter so long.
Round half the world I’ve trotted you, a dozen years or more;
You’ve given heaps of people lots of fun;
You’ve set a host of happy feet a-tapping on the floor . . .
Alas! your dancing days are nearly done.
I’ve played you from the palm-belt to the suburbs of the Pole;
From the silver-tipped sierras to the sea.
The gay and gilded cabin and the grimy glory-hole
Have echoed to your impish melody.
I’ve hushed you in the dug-out when the trench was stiff with dead;
I’ve lulled you by the coral-laced lagoon;
I’ve packed you on a camel from the dung-fire on the bled,
To the hell-for-breakfast Mountains of the Moon.
I’ve ground you to the shanty men, a-whooping heel and toe,
And the hula-hula graces in the glade.
I’ve swung you in the igloo to the lousy Esquimau,
And the Haussa at a hundred in the shade.
The Nigger on the levee, and the Dinka by the Nile
have shuffled to your insolent appeal.
I’ve rocked with glee the chimpanzee, and mocked the crocodile,
And shocked the pompous penquin and the seal.
I’ve set the yokels singing in a little Surrey pub,
Apaches swinging in a Belville bar.
I’ve played an obligato to the tom-tom’s rub-a-dub,
And the throb of Andalusian guitar.
From the Horn to Honolulu, from the Cape to Kalamazoo,
From Wick to Wicklow, Samarkand to Spain,
You’ve roughed it with my kilt-bag like a comrade tried and true. . . .
Old pal! We’ll never hit the trail again.
Oh I know you’re cheap and vulgar, you’re an instrumental crime.
In drawing-rooms you haven’t got a show.
You’re a musical abortion, you’re the voice of grit and grime,
You’re the spokesman of the lowly and the low.
You’re a democratic devil, you’re the darling of the mob;
You’re a wheezy, breezy blasted bit of glee.
You’re the headache of the high-bow, you’re the horror of the snob,
but you’re worth your weight in ruddy gold to me.
For you’ve chided me in weakness and you’ve cheered me in defeat;
You’ve been an anodyne in hours of pain;
And when the slugging jolts of life have jarred me off my feet,
You’ve ragged me back into the ring again.
I’ll never go to Heaven, for I know I am not fit,
The golden harps of harmony to swell;
But with asbestos bellows, if the devil will permit,
I’ll swing you to the fork-tailed imps of Hell.
Yes, I’ll hank you, and I’ll spank you,
And I’ll everlasting yank you
To the cinder-swinging satellites of Hell.