As a kid, the sound of polkas radiating from our house terrified me.  There was a local polka **bleep** and he would crank up the volume to the max.  There was also a Saturday morning radio show that played polka requests.  My dad would call in and request songs for his two sisters that lived in town and the sisters would reciprocate and call in requests for him.  The radio also was cranked to the max.  My dad died 10 years ago and since that time I gained a new respect for that music.  It brings a smile to my face thinking about those early polka days.  So enjoy the music!