Back off, Don-iers, the Official Donald Trump Jam with the Freedom Girls is a mad masterpiece:
Is the faux naïf musical tone spoilt or enhanced by the moment of comparative harmonic complexity towards the end of each verse? Is the ditto non-native lexical stress (“enemies, of freedom“) the first step in reaching out to furriners after wrapping up the Republican nomination? Is the backing ©asio or a simplification of Blondie’s Heart of Glass riff aimed at Generation X:
? Is Pensacola, Fl., a wayward etymological child of Peniscola, Valencia? Why did international gaydom choose Sitges over Peniscola? Did the Nazis capture the Von Trapps? Would Barcelona’s nationalists already be shucking their oyster-world if their PR had been along these lines? Re my tenners at Ladbrokes: the GOP nomination is safe and Don-for-Pres is looking good, but will I lose my punt on Sadiq if Trump loses his way and comes roaring in in the London mayoral race as well? What is it with blond floppy hair? When, oh when, will this Friday end?
- 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.
- Daisy Bell aka the little dicky bird
A curious marriage of songs.
- 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.
QE1 once sent an organ avec grinder but sans monkey to Sultan Mehmet, but I don’t think anything good came of
- Toros: Finito de Córdoba indulta a ‘Organillero’, de Fuente Ymbro
Pros, contras, divagaciones.