I’ve only ever been a witness of vomiting and fighting at midnight mass, but none of this is new. One of today’s Libro verde items records that until a few years [before 1848], mass was sung at one in the morning, but that the irreverences of the ignorant made it impossible. Henceforth it was celebrated at dawn, with little attendance and less irreverence. The same item says that it is in the period commencing with this mass and ending with the arrival of the kings that church organists mount a kind of private carnival, playing anything they fancy, from Galician bagpipe music to fandangos.
- Justifiable absence
We‘re away for a couple of weeks, playing here and drinking beer here. Photos and Libro verde items will continue to appear automatically, and there’s always the company song to cheer you up. Will the last one out turn off the lights?
- Coffin Joe and the King of Persia
Off tomorrow midnight to Sitges to see this unusual item:
… with the gents who made this rather special thing:
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- Blonde virgins
Last week I snapped a Scandinavian blonde Maria in Vilafranca del Penedès. Joan Amades (El pessebre (1959)) tells us that, in Catalan nativity scenes, the Mother of God was always represented by a young, very white girl with hyper-perfect features, and that her whiteness is both traditional and proverbial (“white as a Mother of God”). He then …
- Government offices
Much of my spam is now in Mandarin, but here’s an interesting excerpt received from across the pond this morning: