Did Mathias Hohner have any idea, any prescient knowledge of what would transpire once his simple squeaking invention was unleashed upon the world? Did he sleep at night? Did he have a conscience, did he have a soul?

At an otherwise unremarkable archaeological dig near the quaint hamlet of Servmehratoosufver, Switzerland, amidst the pottery shards, leiderhosen and petrified goat udders was found an artifact that may answer at least some of the questions posed above. If we accept the authenticity of this find, then we must believe that M. Hohner did have some idea of the ostracization that would fall on future practitioners of the dark and all too often overdone and obtrusively obnoxious and insinuating music his little device would create. He must have foreseen a need for those wielders of the harp to defend themselves from unruly audiences and wandering dogs, he must have known that they would need a tool that would serve multiple survival purposes after being left at a deserted truck stop or wayside rest at three AM when the rest of the band had finally had enough of their constant, incessant, nerve-wracking noodling in the back of the van on the way home from a marginally satisfying gig in the middle of nowhere.

Ponder these thoughts, take them to your heart... and if you can, for just one moment, imagine yourself as the loneliest breed of musician on this or any other planet, and when you are ready, click here to view the true vision of M. Hohner, the lifesaving instrument he created for the struggling few, the proud, the loud... the harmonica player.