More Czechs, Spike Jones, Brexit, burning Guy, Child Ballads, copyright, Robin Hood’s two pricks, and so on.
Karl Nagl’s claim that, unlike the Germans, Viennese organ-grinders are musicians, because they have “crank-sense.” And female yodelling with Dudlerinnen Trude Mally and Maly Nagl.
How a mass-produced 1960s joke sign for bars and pubs became evidence of historical authenticity before being censured as a hate crime against tinkers and thinkers (or organ-grinders, as we are often known).
More barrel organ news from Hackney. Includes first posts from Top 10 Russian Football Song series.
A populist US senator meets an Italian organ-grinder in Rome in 1859.
Featuring a Spanish view of the Saxons.
Luis Estrada’s new narcoflick, El Infierno, a brilliant narcoart short by Don Bartletti, and a couple of my old photos.
Of Tate Cabré, ethnicity, creativity, and talking dogs that shit up walls.
Trademark theft to liven up the Spanish fruit and veg price-war?
It does have its advantages. Ants are not one of them.