I first came across their memory in a squat listening to Christy Moore’s song, Viva la quinte brigada, on the Ride on album. Here (via El bibliómano and JM Collado, who appears to have copied a whole load of the archive without adding anything of interest) is a collection of photos. Paradoxically, none of the…
The Philadelphia Orchestra’s new organ sounds wonderful: It has 6,938 pipes, ranging from pencil-size to more than 40 feet, deployed in 125 ranks. In a demonstration and performance for the press, Jeffrey Brillhart, an organist from Bryn Mawr, Pa., coaxed out a high, thin, almost inaudible piping that was seemingly adrift in the hall (like…
Two Latino kids in the train singing while a third filmed: aunque digan que soy un bandolero donde voy le doy gracias a dios por hoy estar donde estoy y voy a seguir con mi tumbao y con mi ojos colorao con mis gatos activao ustedes to me lo han dao Google a line to…
Sounder quarters have noted growing interest in other-language versions of the dawnzer lee light song. Something similar is afoot here, where Andalusian nationalist-socialism has not been content merely to copy its entire statute of autonomy from the Polaks: Andalucía triunfante volverá a zer rica y llena Atráh ezta gente tan ufana y tan zoberbia ¡Buen…
Here‘s a lovely little thing by Jacques Prévert. Some of the best Dutch kleinkunst in the 60s was built according to French models, and brief Parisian romances with Annemaries were the order of the day. I once spent an evening listening to the splendid voice of one of Sonneveld’s writers, and I wish I could…
Apart from reliving medieval massacres, there are various perfectly sensible reasons why one might want to thwack the ground in the spring. Mark Liberman has found a worm grunting festival which makes me wonder whether the underlying purpose might not be to wake up the worms, without whom stuff wouldn’t grow. (Worms are like eyeballs:…
Would someone be an absolute darling and send me an MP3 or WAV or whatever of Dr Kitsch in the original calypso version? Talk to me here, and I will love you forever (or at least until that gorgeous girl comes back from work on her scoot-scoot-tricycle). Solved: thankyou Dave.
Wynand Myburgh may be part of the Mark Liberman/Chris Waigl “base” eggcorn complex. The 28 “base guitar” ghits in Google Books include such sterling refs as Asante & Mazama’s Encyclopedia of Black Studies, and the following passage from Black Ice by C Rowe Myers seems to confirm that in some cases writers are using it…