To get away from British Spanish music would be a plausible explanation. Here two famous examples, a cover of George Formby’s Lancashire toreador and of Mike Read’s The Spaniard wot blighted my life:
I actually love them, but don’t tell.
- A couple of rumbas
Generic Manu Chao-ist dumbagogy in Che Sudaka‘s latest ¡uf!re, but a nice little Raval puppet theatre by Marta Pujol & Joan
- Ersatz Barcelona
In which Germans play foreigners and a foreigner plays a German.
- Polish diva: “I know a street in Barcelona”
Uliczka w Barcelonie, by the great Sława Przybylska, who has no English-language Wikipedia entry, and who I first got to know
- Joan de Son Rapinya: English lesson no. 1
There’s a clever name for phonetic language parodies which I have forgotten because it’s hot and I have been undergoing ye
- José Tomás vs Manolete
I’m different, says the former: The death of the latter: Bar Manolete in Mogón is excellent.