Karl Nagl’s claim that, unlike the Germans, Viennese organ-grinders are musicians, because they have “crank-sense.” And female yodelling with Dudlerinnen Trude Mally and Maly Nagl.
I thought it was a recent version of Stravinsky’s Petrushka theme, but it turns out that Pete Seeger is the intermediary. Plus an East End Jewish version of Khachaturian’s Sabre Dance.
A rubbish heap in which a Ukrainian nuclear fireman finds romance with Willie Nelson.
Two favourite anecdotes from Maisie & Evelyn Radford’s musical mission to the Cornish and thence to the English.
How a mass-produced 1960s joke sign for bars and pubs became evidence of historical authenticity before being censured as a hate crime against tinkers and thinkers (or organ-grinders, as we are often known).
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With a early description by Arturo Barea of the railway Reynolds was filming on when he recited the immortal lines..
William, patron saint of hatters and well-hatted bohemians? Photographs of the crowd at the Blake Society’s unveiling of a new memorial on Bunhill Fields.
A self-guided walk from Ciampino Airport to Rome along the Appian Way.