[Updated as per comments]
There are actually so many of these things around that you wonder whether they’re not being farmed in some Manchegan mushroom cave, and I’d be surprised if the three on offer next Tuesday raise more than 100 apiece.
However the one above is rather special, since it may portrays his little-known wedding in 1918 to the great Rita Montaner, whose father was white and her mother mulatta. His trademark chiahuahuas and violin also appear in the other two images, illustrating the song “One night in Napoli” and some unclear happening in Central Park, presumably not too far away from the Waldorf-Astoria.
Here’s some of the kind of stuff I like by Cugat–I’m not so keen on the post-war, and the 60s belong to Esquivel:
I believe a male voice quintet somewhere is still singing a bunch of my arrangements of the early repertoire. If they want to donate one of the three, I will find somewhere to hang it–the official line is that they are figurative and too big.
Video originally posted featuring the Rita Montaner who didn’t marry Cugat:
- Several Viennese musical curiosities
Karl Nagl’s claim that, unlike the Germans, Viennese organ-grinders are musicians, because they have “crank-sense.” And female yodelling with Dudlerinnen Trude
- Don’t shoot that hare
El Niño de Tetuán singing fandangos (MP3s or him and a superb selection of others). We’re probably talking early 1930s, but
- More wicked communists
I’ve just read chunks of White on Black by Ruben Gallego (available in Spanish as Blanco sobre negro), an extraordinary collection
- Government offices
Much of my spam is now in Mandarin, but here’s an interesting excerpt received from across the pond this morning: In some
Thanks for the concerned mails. The cooperative gave us the day off, so I’m able to report that, far from being