String of sausages or string of pearls? Organ-grinders may not have been taken seriously in novels before Madame Bovary, or in theatre before Woyzeck, but the provincial press is full of them: fighting, drinking, singing scurrilous libels, dying miserable deaths. There’s some great stuff, particularly in German publications, as, somewhat later, welfarism takes hold in order to prevent this kind of thing.
- Monkeys here, monkeys there, monkeys everywhere
Victor Hugo puts on his black cap.
- Unlucky organ-grinder-ballad-singers
Kasper Lutz in German (occasionally), nameless in French and English?
- Donald for Dalai Lama, or Pope, or Caliph, or something
A Trump Taj Mahal Casino multitrack jukebox, to help make religion rather better than it has been, again.
- Where did Petersburg’s organ-grinders go in winter?
I fear only some of them migrated with the swallows. Featuring Boris Sadovskoy, Yuri Norstein, Aleksey Batalov, Rolan Bykov and Gogol.
- Christmas carousels
Impossible automata for my street organ this holiday season. Featuring Georg Büchner, Ignaz Bruder, German Christmas pyramids, dancing Hasidim, Lieutenant Kijé as you’ve probably never seen it, Le Tigre, and a crustacean.