Featuring a passing neighbour of the maker, Diabolus.org:
I’m awaiting somewhat trepidly surgery which I hope will clean up what little is left of my left inner and middle ear and put in some kind of replacement (posts here and here; latest addition to the lexicon, cholesteatoma, incipient; the Messiah), but between various other recent commitments I’ve had time to sketch versions of some of the BBC Radiophonic Workshop’s greatest hits (Dr Who, etc etc).
As with everything else I have done in my life, I started on this path with boring, commercial intentions, but the Weird has taken hold. Oh, to be the honest, upright, excellent-value-for-money organ-grinder of Fürth (photo Margaret Marks):
- Who’ll write me a drinking song?
MG posted this C15th verse the other day, and D suggested but didn’t provide music:
Bring us in good ale, and bring us in good ale,
Fore our blessed Lady sak, bring us in good ale.
Bring us in no browne bred, for that is made of brane;
Nor bring us in no whit bred, for
QE1 once sent an organ avec grinder but sans monkey to Sultan Mehmet, but I don’t think anything good came of it–at any rate, there’s not much Orlando Gibbons being played in Istanbul these days.
Biciclown, the excellent Álvaro Neil, is in Istanbul at the moment. Here’s one of his promotional videos:
And here’s de heer Jerónimo
- One less river to cross
The secrets of Erith Driving Test Centre.
- El gran problema de los pequeños órganos
Ayuda encontrarás en The Big Problem of Small Organs de Alan Kitley (h/t Transblawg), que cuenta como la mujer de E. Power Biggs le sopla su órgano. A ver si la RAE se anime a admitir este anglocabronismo, cuyo uso ya es generalizado.
Y no olvidemos los entendres dobles de Clarence Williams en el Organ Grinder Blues:
- F Scott Fitzgerald on organ grinders and grinders of organs and the early decline of man
Is is in the twenties that the actual momentum of life begins to slacken, and it is a simple soul indeed to whom as many things are significant and meaningful at thirty as at ten years before. At thirty an organ-grinder is a more or less moth-eaten man who grinds an