It never had a polka band perform in it's long list of performers. Imagine Crosby, Still, Nash and Stosh breaking into a rousing chorus of "My Dahlink Sveet Judy Blue Eyes Polka" or Jimi Hendrix asking in electro wah wah if you were Polka Experienced! Hark! There is such a thing as Psychedelic Polka...to hear it, simply injest enough oomp pah pah acid in Toledo or Milwaukee, the undisputed Haight and Ashbury of Polka Music according to the Accordian Apocalypse...now! Or put on that old vinyl copy of Sgt. Polka's Lonely Bratwurst Band. You can go underground in the netherworld of the subterranean homesick polka blues with a bootleg copy of Left Over Salmon's "420 Polka"
Like rock and roll, the roots of polka are obscure and draped in the fabric of myth. Basically it is a form of Central European dance who's seed was planted deep in the soil of Bohemia in the 1800's and spread from there through out many European cultures and eventually found a grass roots home here in North America when German, Polish and Czechs and others migrated to the new world bringing with them their culture, language and dance...not to mention their skill as master brewers of beer and makers of sausage...you cannot have polka without a beer and a brat! It just ain't..well...American!
The dance is most associated with Poland, however, best interpretations have the name "polka" itself deriving from the Czech "polka" which supposedly means "Polish woman" ..or so they say...not being Czech or a Polish Woman I am not in any position to deny or confirm the translation or story. All I know is that you should never, ever bounce a Czech! The first polka actually written as a polka is thought to have begun around the 1830's with a dance performed by a young woman named Amma Slezakova in Bohemia. Certainly she was not a stripper by trade but a Burlesque Polka would have been all the rage...imagine what she would have done with a good sized bratwurst on stage shaking her tassles afixed to one hell of a large Bohemian bust!
The polka dance became all the rage in Prague, and by the time it made it's way to Paris in the 1840's, polkamania was unleashed and it spread wider than a hookers legs to England and eventually to America by 1844 where it was eventually modified from a somewhat dignified ballroom type dance to a lively two-step and pseudo-ragtime-dance number! It was hot, hot, hot, and found increased popularity immediately following WWII when many refugees flooded America, bringing their love of this cultural dance phenom with them.
Today Polkas are promoted with the fervor of a Cajun accodian on steroids with numerous polka fests throughout the county including my old radio region of Alpena, Michigan and it's outlying community Posen, Michigan...a sleepy Polish Ag Community fo 300 potato farmers...the annual polka fest draws over 40,000 participants and revelers from around the world to fill the rooms of three surrounding counties...two polka tents crank it out for the three day period, beer tents overflow, and yes, I was grand marshall during the parade in 1985 and had the pleasure of riding with the Polka Queen! Yes, she did have a nice set of potatoes on her too!
There are polka museums on Texas and Toledo and Milwaukee...The US Polka Association in Cleveland, and the International Polka Association in Chicago! There are polka radio and tv shows...grammy awards for polka artists...beer named after polka songs..and I am sure somewhere in radio history there were radio station payoffs of the magnitude of Polka Payola! Eventually the Grammy's eliminated the Polka Category for awards for the reason given of "ensuring the the awards process remains representative of the current musical landscape!" So we ahve rap...and Canadian independent artists...and world music..whatever the hell that is...but no Polka's? The greats are rolling over in thier vinyl grooves...Frankie Yankovic...Walter Ostenek...the Toledo Kid...Kyle Redman...a veritable who's who of polkadom! So when you want a beer and brat fix...put on the Beer Barrel Polka...or the 420 Polka and light up a polka bowl of weed...and roll one up...while you roll out the barrel! As for me....keep the bratwurst...I'll wait for a giant pair of Bohemian breasts to get me in the mood to roll out my barrel!