Something I’ve been doing ever since I first heard a taped On the beach in the squat next to Islington Town Hall on Upper Street, with Ra$ta the incontinent cat periodically tumbling from his armchair perch, suffering stoically from his compulsive consumption of any small dark lumps discovered on his quite limited travels.
Not that there’s anything wrong with what Mr Young does (though the man’s as foxed as a ferret, of course), but because he hangs possible points of departure all over the place.
Being suddenly able to play around with everything and its auntie without having to navigate the psychic wash of bass players and drummers is the blessed curse of this street organ lark.
- Daisy Bell aka the little dicky bird
A curious marriage of songs.
- Hackney Brook restoration scheme
Iain Sinclair wrote of when “global warming rolls a warm sea [up] the course of the old Hackney Brook.” The flow’s going to be the other way. Let me explain.
- An organ-grinder at Archway
Pleasures and treasures of the Edwardian street, by a descendant of Scottish banditti.
- Merchants and tenants at Billingsgate Market include…
City Music Services. Let me explain. And introduce my top 10 performing fish.