A lack of time means the barrel organ is on hold, but I still need something portable to play now I’m too old to carry the grand piano around on my back. The great little 70s 29-note Casio keyboard I used to tinkle (accidentally) had a cocktail dropped into it so I may offer 20€ for this Galanti on Saturday. 29 notes are 12 less than a standard piano accordion, but better a musical handicap than the physical handicap real accordionists tend to develop from carrying the bloody thing around. And anyway, the only thing worse than my right hand is my left hand. If I’m not outbid by a Romanian gypsy, I guess I’ll either end up looking like this or this. It would be nice but unrealistic to think I’d be fluent by the time I do the Barcelona-Lisbon leg of this at Easter.
If you’re interested in organs and theatre, quite soon you will visit Mr Stravinsky & Co and their lenten feast. Some
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My standard fare is NL/FR>EN legal and industrial, which goes down with a general lack of fuss and fury. But every
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With some Norwegian, a bunny, and a bell-ringing act.
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Howard Goodall runs a good organ miscellania page here, of which the Sultan and Elizabeth I organ donation anecdote was one of
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There’s a good post over at Confrontación about the current Telefónica hard sell, which involves pestering hapless consumers with something worse