The latest barrel organ news from Hackney, London.
[:en]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.[:]
[:en]Olympic creativity didn’t extend to watercourses west of the Lea Navigation, 1 and Hackney Brook – still submerged and redirected – continues to mole along more or less as shown in the cover art of Sinclair’s Hackney, That Rose-Red Empire: at the end of Morning Lane it diverges from its natural course down Wick Road and travels under the higher ground of Kenton Road and Gascoyne Road past the People’s Park Tavern into Victoria Park, where, still heading roughly southeast, it follows the path past the tennis courts, exits by Montessori on the Park at St. Mark’s Gate, traverses Cadogan Terrace, and drains into the Hertford Union Canal just below Old Ford Middle Lock, which flows slowly northeast to join the Navigation just south of the German Deli and Crate Brewery.
Things weren’t ever so. Diamond Geezer accompanies his posts on Hackney Brook with a handy map of its original course:
What once was cannot be again, but (with apologies to Baron Haussmann) if as well as a Hackney agrandie and a Hackney assainie you want to see a Hackney embellie, then the vertebra provided by a revived Hackney Brook might help dispel the impression that Hackney Council’s urban strategy consists solely in facilitating the construction of investment objects.
So here’s my seven-point guide to restoring the course downstream from the Mare Street/Amhurst Road/Bohemia Place/Narroway junction to the River Lea Navigation, adding a tentacle to the Hackney Council octopus as well as encouraging citizens to stroll down from Hackney-on-High to Hackney-on-Sea on a Sunday morning:
- Wage war on Islington to recover our stolen water
- Run the brook between a new bus station and Bohemia Place
- Kayak to the Paradise Garden: Mehetabel Road and the Chesham Arms
- Simpsonlandia: Cardinal Pole School and Flanders Way
- Well Street: regenerated market framed by Jack Cohen memorial & hydraulic organ
- Wick Road: sea battles and scampi
- Hackney Wick: the delta
Wage war on Islington to recover our stolen water
The mighty torrent with bridge and St. Augustine’s tower in 1791, viewed from the site of the subsequent railway bridge on Mare Street:
Image: Clapton Square Conservation Area Appraisal, Hackney Archives
… and the pathetic present-day piddle into the Hertford Union, even during the monsoon:
Apologists mutter about storm drains and managed outflow, but the truth is that Islington is stealing our brook at source in Holloway, and probably shipping it to the United Arab Emirates. And look at how they’re benefitting: apart from house prices that are even more absurd than ours, they have Arsenal, while we no longer even have Clapton FC, who play in Forest Gate because Hackney is too arid for grass.
This is bigger than the Netherlands vs Germany re traffic and flood management on the Rhine 2, this is bitchier than the squabbling sons of Shem, and we of Hackney have more guns than them. So let’s annex Holloway with the calming promise of free boat trips to Westfield, thus safeguarding our water supply, and then one evening I’ll be able to present a second plan for the restoration of the brook from its source in Holloway, via Clissold Park, Abney Park Cemetery, Stoke Newington Common and Hackney Downs to Mare Street.
Run the brook between a new bus station and Bohemia Place
The St. John-at-Hackney conservation and management plan says that the brook currently runs in a drain under Arriva’s Clapton bus garage (allocation: 100 buses), so having the brook flow along Bohemia Place is the simple option. We suspect, however, that Hackney Council, TfL and St John-at-Hackney will prefer to redevelop the bus station, and it is the counsel of our lords that will stand. Given that, we will build a smaller garage on the north side of the site using some simple variant of VW Wolfsburg’s vertical stacking:
The brook will flow between Bohemia Place and the new bus station, which will be skinned as the back of a bus, from the exhaust pipe of which the brook will emerge.
Proximity to St. Augustine’s tower will be to our intellectual and moral advantage. Like the barrel organ’s conversion of boundless sound into a revolving mess of pins, Augustine’s Confessions are a meditation on infinity where time is short – in Flann O’Brien’s Dalkey Archive, the best commentary on the Confessions, time being represented by aqualungs in a subaqueous cavern:
Then Mick saw a figure, a spectre, far away from him. It looked seated and slightly luminescent. Gradually it got rather clearer in definition but remained unutterably distant, and what he had taken for a very long chin in profile was almost certainly a beard. A gown of some dark material clothed the apparition. It is strange to say that the manifestation did not frighten him but he was flabbergasted when he heard De Selby’s familiar tones almost booming out beside him.
– I must thank you for coming. I have two students with me.
The voice that came back was low, from far away but perfectly clear. The Dublin accent was unmistakable. The extraordinary utterance can here be distinguished only typographically.
– Ah not at all, man.
– You’re feeling well, as usual, I suppose?
– Nothing to complain of, thank God. How are you feeling yourself, or how do you think you’re feeling?
– Tolerably, but age is creeping in.
– Ha-ha. That makes me laugh.
– Your sort of time is merely a confusing index of decomposition.
The barrel organ has one of its roots in the kind of simple automated clock (said to be late 16th or early 17th century) found in St. Augustine’s tower. Though Flann’s Augustine claims that “Book Two of my Confessions is all shocking exaggeration,” he might have appreciated the early use in Dutch brothels in the 1680s of mechanical organs, mechanical musical instruments like carillons having been driven out of the churches by the Calvinists, who made the grievous error of introducing religion in their place.
This section’s water music from the Singing Organ-Grinder is therefore Cool Water, which seems to have been inspired by Psalms 42:1 (As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God):
Dan’s feet are sore, he’s yearning for
Just one thing more than water,
Like me, I guess, he’d like to rest
Where there’s no quest for water,
Cool, clear water.
Keep a-movin’, Dan, don’t you listen to him, Dan,
He’s a devil not a man
And he spreads the burning sand with water,
Dan, can you see that big green tree
Where the water’s running free
And it’s waiting there for me
Kayak to the Paradise Garden: Mehetabel Road and the Chesham Arms
The fashion hub under the railway arches on Morning Lane has no space for a brook or the watercress beds of old:
Image: Ian Scott International
… and so the next section depends on the residents of the south side of Mehetabel Road being prepared to trade the damp end of their garden, up against the railway wall, for a (generally non-navigable) stream. Were they to say yay, then an annual performance could be held of Delius’ A village Romeo and Juliet:
At a local fair [Narroway], Sali and Vreli buy rings. Sali mentions an inn, the Paradise Garden, where they can dance all night, and they go there. The Dark Fiddler and some vagrants are drinking there. He greets the lovers, and suggests they join him to share a vagabond life in the mountains. Instead, Sali and Vreli decide that they cannot live such an existence, and they resolve to die together, uncompromising in their love for each other. They leave the inn and find a hay barge, which they release from the dock to begin to float down the river. As the Dark Fiddler observes them, Sali removes the plug from the bottom of the boat, and Sali and Vreli sink with the boat.
The Singing Organ-Grinder has made a version of Wagner’s Tristan und Isolde for barrel organ, so Delius should also be feasible.
Singing Organ-Grinder water music? Let us recall the words of an Irish friend at the Eagle, on being asked at which track the horses on which he was betting were racing: “I haven’t got a facking clue.”
Simpsonlandia: Cardinal Pole School and Flanders Way
Between Link Street and Ponsford Street the brook stays north of the railway, passing south of the estate, and then crosses the railway at the bridge, perhaps flowing along the railway through the grounds of Cardinal Pole School and then entering Flanders Way.
Flanders Way is the southern outpost of Simpsonlandia – Springfield Park, Homer-town, the parish (church) of St. Bart and Lisa Star Nails on Stamford Hill, St. Maggie’s at St. Saviour’s… Here the brook will host a population of three-eyed fish in tribute to Blinky:
Well Street: regenerated market framed by Jack Cohen memorial & hydraulic organ
Well Street needs a well again in some shape or form, partly to provide a focus for a regenerated market. We’d like this to be between Tesco and the excellent butcher. We’d like a smaller version of Barcelona’s Agbar tower, which was built by the local water company without the functionality attributed to it in (gay) urban legend – a spout of water emerging from the top:
Our version will include this functionality, and will be cut in such a way as to evoke Jack Cohen, who started his Tesco empire on this spot.
Reduced traffic flow will enable Well Street to extend beyond its current junction to meet the clump of trees on the corner of Flanders Way, and a small circular polyphonic hydraulic organ, driven by the brook, supplemented by the small stream flowing down Well Street, will terminate the market:
Water music from the Singing Organ-Grinder: Little Boy Billy, a maritime take on Sweeney Todd:
Wick Road: sea battles and scampi
Traffic. You only need a tiny fraction of today’s cars when they can drive themselves and be waiting for you within 5 mins of booking, and that’s just round the corner. For now Wick Road can manage with a single calmed motor transport lane alongside a brook taking up equivalent space. Most traffic currently using that route can be taken up Kenworthy Road, and Homerton High Street can be made essentially one-way westward for the extremely dangerous stretch between Kenworthy Road and Ponsford Street (contraflow for public transport and bicycles), complementing and forming a ring with the one-way eastward traffic on Cassland Road on the other bank of the brook.
This space lends itself to theatrics. In an annual event commemorating a mashup of Battle of Lepanto and the Spanish Armada and Tromp and De Ruyter, or some such, the children of St. Dominic’s Catholic Primary will row up the brook and engage in battle the ferocious meat cleaver wielders in the excellent Kuzu shish bar and others along Well Street, with fearful and quite unpredictable consequences. For such events, seafood and other kiosks will line the tall blocks along the increasingly estuarine promenade that is Wick Road – like Venice, before Venice became a rancid tourist hellhole.
Water music from the Singing Organ-Grinder: a censored version of Barnacle Bill the Sailor, sung by the Caribbean pirates at the Prince Edward:
Hackney Wick: the delta
From the Tiger on the corner of Kenworthy Road we’d take the brook down the middle of Wick Road, with a simple bridge at the junction with the A12, and then down the southern side of Chapman Road. From this point, given sufficient current we’d like to split the brook into several less strictly defined courses draining via rice paddies (more Lower Lea Flood Plan washland…) into the navigation respectively north and south of the railway. But we now must depart to watch and eat bangers, and cannot elaborate this eminently sensible proposal any further.
Water music from the Singing Organ-Grinder: the German beach classic, Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Honolulu Strand Bikini:
Ah, rainy Saturdays.[:]
- Doc dump: GLA Olympic Legacy doc; Mayor’s Olympic Waterways Strategy; 2009 LRAP Plan; last Thames Rivers Trust news update is from 2013 & their link to the River Restoration Centre leads to an estate agent of the same acronym – but no doubt all Olympic money was well spent. ↩
- Alex van Heezik, Battle over the rivers. Two hundred years of river policy in the Netherlands is good, full Dutch version (Strijd om de rivieren) is very good. ↩
[:es]”vagabundos, licenciados de tropa, licenciados de presidio, huidos de galeras, timadores, saltimbanquis, lazzaroni, carteristas y rateros, jugadores, alcahuetes, dueños de burdeles, mozos de cuerda, escritorzuelos, organilleros, traperos, afiladores, caldereros, mendigos”[:en]”vagabonds, discharged soldiers, discharged jailbirds, escaped galley slaves, swindlers, mountebanks, lazzaroni, pickpockets, tricksters, gamblers, maquereaux, brothel keepers, porters, literati, organ grinders, ragpickers, knife grinders, tinkers, beggars”[:]
[:es]A pesar de que se benefició de ellos, la posición de Trotsky con respecto a los organilleros no queda clara. Marx por otra parte no deja lugar a la duda. Se opuso al golpe populista de Louis-Napoléon Bonaparte de 1851, que restableció el sufragio universal masculino, por lo que reivindicó en El Dieciocho Brumario que el considerable apoyo popular para Bonaparte vino, no del proletariado, sino desde lo que llamó el lumpenproletariado – basicamente, los pobres y obreros que no estaban de acuerdo con él:
Lo mismo que en 1849, durante las vacaciones parlamentarias de este año, el partido del orden se había dispersado en sus distintas fracciones, cada cual ocupada con sus propias intrigas restauradoras, a los que la muerte de Luis Felipe daba nuevo pábulo. El rey de los legitimistas, Enrique V, había llegado incluso a nombrar un ministerio formal, que residía en París y del que formaban parte miembros de la comisión permanente, Bonaparte quedaba, pues, autorizado para emprender a su vez giras por los departamentos franceses y dejar escapar, recatada o abiertamente, según el estado de ánimo de la ciudad a la que regalaba con su presencia, sus propios planes de restauración, reclutando votos para sí. En estas giras, que el gran Moniteur oficial y los pequeños «monitores» privados de Bonaparte, tenían, naturalmente, que celebrar como cruzadas triunfales, le acompañaban constantemente afiliados de la Sociedad del 10 de Diciembre. Esta sociedad data del año 1849. Bajo el pretexto de crear una sociedad de beneficencia, se organizó al lumpemproletariado de París en secciones secretas, cada una de ellas dirigida por agentes bonapartistas y en general bonapartista a la cabeza de todas. Junto a roués arruinados, con equívocos medios de vida y de equívoca procedencia, junto a vástagos degenerados y aventureros de la burguesía, vagabundos, licenciados de tropa, licenciados de presidio, huidos de galeras, timadores, saltimbanquis, lazzaroni, carteristas y rateros, jugadores, alcahuetes, dueños de burdeles, mozos de cuerda, escritorzuelos, organilleros, traperos, afiladores, caldereros, mendigos, en una palabra, toda es masa informe, difusa y errante que los franceses llaman la bohème: con estos elementos, tan afines a él, formó Bonaparte la solera de la Sociedad del 10 de Diciembre, «Sociedad de beneficencia» en cuanto que todos sus componentes sentían, al igual que Bonaparte, la necesidad de beneficiarse a costa de la nación trabajadora. Este Bonaparte, que se erige en jefe del lumpemproletariado, que sólo en éste encuentra reproducidos en masa los intereses, que él personalmente persigue, que reconoce en esta hez, desecho y escoria de todas las clases, la única clase en la que puede apoyarse sin reservas, es el auténtico Bonaparte, el Bonaparte sans phrase. Viejo roué ladino, concibe la vida histórica de los pueblos y los grandes actos de Gobierno y de Estado como una comedia, en el sentido más vulgar de la palabra, como una mascarada, en que los grandes disfraces y los frases y gestos no son más que la careta para ocultar lo más mezquino y miserable. Así, en su expedición a Estrasburgo, el buitre suizo amaestrado desempeñó el papel de águila napoleónica. Para su incursión en Boulogne, embute a unos cuantos lacayos de Londres en uniformes franceses. Ellos representan el ejército. En su Sociedad del 10 de Diciembre, reunió a 10.000 miserables del lumpen, que habían de representar al pueblo, como Nick Bottom representaba el león. En un momento en que la misma burguesía representaba la comedia más completa, pero con la mayor seriedad del mundo, sin faltar a ninguna de las pedantescas condiciones de la etiqueta dramática francesa, y ella misma obraba a medias engañada y a medias convencida de la solemnidad de sus acciones y representaciones dramáticas, tenía que vencer por fuerza el aventurero que tomase lisa y llanamente la comedia como tal comedia. Sólo después de eliminar a su solemne adversario, cuando él mismo toma en serio su papel imperial y cree representar, con su careta napoleónica, al auténtico Napoleón, sólo entonces es víctima de su propia concepción del mundo, el payaso serio que ya no toma a la historia universal por una comedia, sino su comedia por la historia universal. Lo que para los obreros socialistas habían sido los talleres nacionales y para los republicanos burgueses los gardes mobiles, era para Bonaparte la Sociedad del 10 de Diciembre: la fuerza combativa de partido propia de él. Las secciones de esa sociedad, enviadas por grupos a las estaciones debían improvisarle en sus viajes un público, representar el entusiasmo popular, gritar Vive l’Empereur!, insultar y apalear a los republicanos, naturalmente bajo la protección de la policía. En sus viajes de regreso a París, debían formar la vanguardia, adelantarse a las contramanifestaciones o dispersarlas. La Sociedad del 10 de Diciembre le pertenecía a él, era su obra, su idea más primitiva. Todo lo demás de que se apropia se lo da la fuerza de las circunstancias, en todos sus hechos actúan por él las circunstancias o se limita a copiarlo de los hechos de otros; pero Bonaparte que se presenta en público, ante los ciudadanos, con las frases oficiales del orden, la religión, la familia, la propiedad, y detrás de él la sociedad secreta de los Schuftele y los Spielberg, la sociedad del desorden, la prostitución y el robo, es el propio Bonaparte como autor original, y la historia de la Sociedad del 10 de Diciembre es su propia historia.
¿Imágenes más positivas procedentes de otras revoluciones? Si fueras un dictador marxista, ¿nos enviarías al gulag o nos dedicarías una estatua?[:en]Although he benefitted from them, the position of Trotsky with respect to organ-grinders is not clear. Marx on the other hand leaves no room for doubt. He opposed Louis-Napoléon Bonaparte’s populist 1851 coup, which restored universal male suffrage, so he claimed in The Eighteenth Brumaire that the considerable popular support for Bonaparte came, not from the proletariat, but from what he called the lumpenproletariat – basically, the poor and workers who didn’t agree with him:
As in 1849 so during ’s parliamentary recess — the party of Order had broken up into its separate factions, each occupied with its own restoration intrigues, which had obtained fresh nutriment through the death of Louis Philippe. The Legitimist king, Henry V, had even nominated a formal ministry which resided in Paris and in which members of the Permanent Commission held seats. Bonaparte, in his turn, was therefore entitled to make tours of the French departments, and according to the disposition of the town he favored with his presence, now more or less covertly, now more or less overtly, to divulge his own restoration plans and canvass votes for himself. On these processions, which the great official Moniteur and the little private Moniteurs of Bonaparte naturally had to celebrate as triumphal processions, he was constantly accompanied by persons affiliated with the Society of December 10. This society dates from the year 1849. On the pretext of founding a benevolent society, the lumpen proletariat of Paris had been organized into secret sections, each section led by Bonapartist agents, with a Bonapartist general at the head of the whole. Alongside decayed roués with dubious means of subsistence and of dubious origin, alongside ruined and adventurous offshoots of the bourgeoisie, were vagabonds, discharged soldiers, discharged jailbirds, escaped galley slaves, swindlers, mountebanks, lazzaroni, pickpockets, tricksters, gamblers, maquereaux [pimps], brothel keepers, porters, literati, organ grinders, ragpickers, knife grinders, tinkers, beggars — in short, the whole indefinite, disintegrated mass, thrown hither and thither, which the French call la bohème; from this kindred element Bonaparte formed the core of the Society of December 10. A “benevolent society” – insofar as, like Bonaparte, all its members felt the need of benefiting themselves at the expense of the laboring nation. This Bonaparte, who constitutes himself chief of the lumpenproletariat, who here alone rediscovers in mass form the interests which he personally pursues, who recognizes in this scum, offal, refuse of all classes the only class upon which he can base himself unconditionally, is the real Bonaparte, the Bonaparte sans phrase. An old, crafty roué, he conceives the historical life of the nations and their performances of state as comedy in the most vulgar sense, as a masquerade in which the grand costumes, words, and postures merely serve to mask the pettiest knavery. Thus his expedition to Strasbourg, where the trained Swiss vulture played the part of the Napoleonic eagle. For his irruption into Boulogne he puts some London lackeys into French uniforms. They represent the army. In his Society of December 10 he assembles ten thousand rascals who are to play the part of the people as Nick Bottom [A character in Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream. – Ed.] that of the lion. At a moment when the bourgeoisie itself played the most complete comedy, but in the most serious manner in the world, without infringing any of the pedantic conditions of French dramatic etiquette, and was itself half deceived, half convinced of the solemnity of its own performance of state, the adventurer, who took the comedy as plain comedy, was bound to win. Only when he has eliminated his solemn opponent, when he himself now takes his imperial role seriously and under the Napoleonic mask imagines he is the real Napoleon, does he become the victim of his own conception of the world, the serious buffoon who no longer takes world history for a comedy but his comedy for world history. What the national ateliers were for the socialist workers, what the Gardes mobile were for the bourgeois republicans, the Society of December 10 was for Bonaparte, the party fighting force peculiar to him. On his journeys the detachments of this society packing the railways had to improvise a public for him, stage popular enthusiasm, roar Vive l’Empereur, insult and thrash republicans, under police protection, of course. On his return journeys to Paris they had to form the advance guard, forestall counter-demonstrations or disperse them. The Society of December 10 belonged to him, it was his work, his very own idea. Whatever else he appropriates is put into his hands by the force of circumstances; whatever else he does, the circumstances do for him or he is content to copy from the deeds of others. But Bonaparte with official phrases about order, religion, family, and property in public, before the citizens, and with the secret society of the Schufterles and Spiegelbergs, the society of disorder, prostitution, and theft, behind him — that is Bonaparte himself as the original author, and the history of the Society of December 10 is his own history.
More positive images from other revolutions? If you were a Marxist dictator, would you send us to the gulag or dedicate a statue to us?[:]
[:en]Si nos importa tanto, ¿por qué no lo compramos?[:]
[:en]Hay 4,000 firmas en contra en Change.org, y para comentarios he aquí las top 10 entradas de Google Blog Search:
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- Apoyo contra el cierre del Bar Marsella – UrbanrulesBCN:
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- The Marsella Bar refuses to close – Altiro:
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- barcelona…bar marsella…del fotógrafo jordi oliver…el raval más …: Mar 7, 2013 – http://tornaalborn.blogspot.com.es/2013/03/lultima-absenta-al-bar-marsella.html. El Bar Marsella situado en el Raval fue mi escuela de fotografia y de la vida, sus personajes de barrio y sus espectáculos sirvieron para mucho.
- Barcellona Notizie: a rischio chiusura lo storico bar Marsella – Spagna:
Mar 7, 2013 – Per questioni immobiliari a fine mese rischia di chiudere lo storico bar Marsella frequentato, tra gli altri, da Emingway e Dalì
Si me acuerdo bien el dueño hablaba de un millón, que me parece baratísimo. Y en comparación podemos tomar el ejemplo de the Bell Inn, un bar mucho menos conocido, en la ciudad de Bath, Inglaterra, que fue comprado hace unos días por una cooperativa de 537 de sus clientes, amigos, etcétera por un precio similar. 1.000.000€, digamos 2.000.000€, entre los 4.000 signatarios de Change.org son 500€. Tan complicado no es.[:]
A guy winding a handle isn’t much to look at, so it was cool to find this site dedicated to Yefim Ladizhinsky (1911-82), whose work I really like, and who shows Odessa organ-grinders working with other performers. Re Spectacle (organist bottom left) he writes:
A street-organ is a musical chest the size of a small suitcase. In fact, it was a mini-organ holding ten to fifteen tunes – songs, waltz and mazurka melodies – its square yellow-golden facade holding a multitude of thick and thin, long and short tubes narrowing down to the chink in the bottom. Air was forced out from this chink by the rotation of the handle , wringing out notes from the high “Do” to the low “Do” in different octaves. Set in this contraption was a prominent frame, with Gothic letters deciphering the name of its manufacturer surrounded by flying maidens in colourful tulles, as in Botticelli paintings, holding in their slim fingers tambourines with flying ribbons.
If the organ-grinder was endowed with musical ear and voice, he sang to the accompaniment of his street-organ popular melodies, “Marusya, she took poison…” and other heart-rending romances. Sometimes the organ-grinder was accompanied by a girl wearing a swimsuit. On the rug and to the accompaniment of the street-organ, she performed hand-stands, splits and other acrobatic feats. Her performances were beautiful and impeccable, arousing in us children amazement, admiration and envy, and in adults sorrow and sympathy.
A monkey or a parrot were almost an inseparable part of the organ grinders’ performances. The monkey never performed to the man’s orders. It was distinguished by an anarchist temperament and resisted any training. Therefore its behaviour was always unexpected. The monkey moved nimbly from one of the organist’s shoulders to the other; made itself comfortable on his head, or settled on the organ; cracked seeds and nuts, and opened wrappers inside which nestled candies. All this was done with its tiny paws, assisted by its teeth, while its eyes, which seemed outlined by kohl, darted intently in front of her and to the sides. The parrot, multicoloured or white, usually sat on a plank attached to a box which contained envelopes with “fortunes” for those who paid for it. In the case of a ‘paid-for fortune’, the parrot leaped on the organist’s forefinger and after long entreaties bent its head and took out an envelope, which sometimes contained, instead of a ‘fortune’ handwritten in capital letters, a metal ring.
The number of melodies performed was determined by the generosity of donations thrown down from the surrounding balconies and windows. We followed the organ-grinder through another two or three yards there he ventured for yet another performance. The yards were also visited by duets – guitar and mandolin; trios – two violins and a clarinet. For some reason one of the musicians was always blind. These chamber performances preferred the acoustics of yards, not squares. Their repertoire was very wide – from “Freilechs” to what I can now recognize as Baroque music. They contented themselves with the small number of tender hearts and modest donations. In the market place other shows drew crowds. These were also accompanied by the street-organ music.
There’s also a grinder in In the Market Place and Petrushka (I’ve made an arrangement of part of Stravinsky’s ballet for street organ). In Celeste Fraser Delgado & José Esteban Muñoz Everynight life: culture and dance in Latino America we read of an shrieking organillo callejero in a Neapolitan brothel in Buenos Aires, there’s a mega-brothel called Leierkasten in Frankfurt, and there are further avenues for anyone with the patience to crack Google Books.
Were they also used in more formal functions? That would be grist to another mill.