Boby Lapointe in Ta Katie t’as quitté reminds me of the point during a night on a frozen Friesian fen when, following attempts to climb into a nurses’ hostel and a rapid skirmish with the bog-people, HL progressed from speaking fluently to blurting vaguely connected phrases and then to Schwitterian syllables, which were soon followed by animal noises and a deep coma on the skûtsje deck:
Here is a clip of the Lapointe performing the number, but I still haven’t found the version with complementary percussion effects:
There’s a manic, Cela-like intensity to Lapointe’s guy-standing-next-to-you-at-the-bar act, but the Côte d’Ivoirians Petit Yodé and l’Enfant Siro, although they also play with their words, adopt the country-cousin-surprised-that-there-are-such-things-as-bars model. A couple of gems from their oeuvre: the French culinary rapper, MC Donald, and and surprise that a crêperie sells pancakes rather than shoes, as African argot would lead one to suspect. Here’s their first day in Paris, with some non-dancing that is a joy to observe:
Finally, Zao’s cover of Idrissa Soumaoro’s extensively pirated Ancien combattant, whose pious dreariness is mitigated by the interminable recitation of sources of cadavres. Live videos suggest he doesn’t use a shopping list as aide memoire, and also contain cautionary examples of hippies dancing, but here’s what sounds like it may have originally been a studio recording:
The organ, meanwhile, is making majestic progress towards completion, rather like the lower stretches of the Danube:
(All tracks h/t to the enigmatic Gonzalo)
- The Singing Organ-Grinder’s top 10 pig songs
Sincerity meets spam.
- Cambié de nombre / I changed my name
“Barcelona, Londres y Tilligte” no cabía en la tarjeta de visita. / “Barcelona, London and Tilligte” didn’t fit on my business card.
- Nunca digas nunca Hamas
A pun on Never say never again on Gracia’s only SWP bodega (one of the proprietors claims to have known Yigael Gluckstein) may be suggesting that may be no imminent solution to the problem of bearded nutters rocketing their neighbours and then moaning about the response.
In other graffiti today, the anarchist nutters in the lovely little …
- Symbols of French nation and state: rooster vs eagle in the 18th & 19th century corpus
With some vague rabbitings on my silence and the rebirth of the humanities.
- Anti-colonial cannibal propaganda, anyone?
I want to sing the Mau Mau verse in Allan Sherman’s Hungarian Goulash No. 5.