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).
Bit late. Twitter trouble. Apologies for any distress caused. Money-back guarantee applies.
A treasure trove from the tunnel bores for Amsterdam’s controversial North-South metro line.
More barrel organ news from Hackney. Includes first posts from Top 10 Russian Football Song series.
Cranking it up along the River Lea.