By one Martin Preston:
The machine is coming along very nicely, judging by the photos being posted over on Feisbuk. One of my eardrums exploded in August after a surfeit of Ivor Cutler, but they’re hoping to put in a new one in 4-6 months time which, if it doesn’t accurately render real sounds into electrical pulses, may need some kind of Schwarzenegger contraption too.
- Donald for Dalai Lama, or Pope, or Caliph, or something
A Trump Taj Mahal Casino multitrack jukebox, to help make religion rather better than it has been, again.
- Accordion bonanza
With some Norwegian, a bunny, and a bell-ringing act.
- Record label name not invented by a Dutch speaker
Of tumba, of Ben of that manor, of grunting, and of dynamiting fish.
- Three classic Francophone tubes I’d never heard of
Boby Lapointe in Ta Katie t’as quitté, Petit Yodé and l’Enfant Siro in Premier jour à Paris, and Zao’s take on
- Two versions of Flann O’Brien’s “The workman’s friend”
With some relevant chunks of Henry Fielding.