January 2013 – Leeds's Singing Organ-Grinder

Spanish pavements again

Does anyone know what they’re for?

Utterly bloody useless pavement on an Andalusian reservation near Piera.

More experiments from the organ-grinder’s workshop

Videos of arrangements of Machito’s Bananas and Valencia, and a preview of a song about doggies.

A sexual reverse for the organist

The organist went on holiday with his rhythm stick to the gardens of Japan, where he met with the gentle Barbie. Come home with me, he said, and I’ll show you my organ. They were just snuggling up together, when lo and behold! appeared the Stereotypical Kingkong, all the way from the jungles of Sumatra.…

Scum with nuts of the house

Nata con nueces de la casa, over at Charles Harrison’s, who is an absolute must for all Spanish students of English as it is spoken, and via Iestyn ap Robert, who I believe may fall into the category of a known unknown. Someone moaned that attribution of origin should be obligatory. That might make life…

Make your reservation from your private area

Colin thinks this is one for me, rather than, say, for Pricasso, who I have to say looks like a right one. What year is it today? Have a good one anyway!

Granada, Andalusia:Santa Fe de la Vega::Granada, Catalonia:Santa Fe del Panadés

But was the Andalusian Santa Fe a copy of the Catalan one, or did they really arise without reference to one another?

Some knightly gent must surely have recalled this configuration on arriving in Granada, Andalusia.

Aun hoy / no sólo el órgano soy, / sino el follador y el viento

Some organic filth from Luis de Góngora.

First test

This *preliminary* version of a very old favourite, ET Mensah’s Tea Samba, is for Mr Paul “Tea” Baker (diabolus.org) and for all of you who have followed and supported this project so far: Disclaimers: Sorry, I couldn’t find a red tie. I’m shouting, not because I’m deaf, but because it’s *very* loud. This ditty leaves…