A typical Sunday morning chez Farrow: old media meets new media to then explore even older media.
This morning a review of To what strange place:The music of the Ottoman-American Diaspora 1916-1929 in the August edition of The Word. set me off on a quest on Google and Youtube to find out more.
First a long article from the Washington Post about the wonderful nutter behind the project, Ian Nagoski: "I like the smell of mold, because I associate it with the euphoria of discovery".
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/08/13/AR2010081305087.html?sid=ST2010082100046
A true king of the yard sales.
I then stumbled across this short film about him and the record:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmmN4mC2gfk&feature=share
A useful history lesson about the early days of the record industry.
And then, last but not leasr, Greek American songbird Marika Papagika:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ux_whsihlM0
And all this before breakfast!
Now I should go the whole hog: learn the bouzouki and form a Papagika tribute band!
Zombie shocks, dodgy pop and lost socks in the glamorous Stockholm suburb of Kärrtorp.
söndag 31 juli 2011
fredag 29 juli 2011
Cheeky Freedia
Next Friday the extraordinary Big Freedia, Queen Diva of New Orleans, will be hitting Stockholm.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWj3olTeYmc&feature=share
I imagine she puts on one hell of a show but I fear I will give it a miss. After a few pints you may occasionalyy find me nervously tapping my feet to Mozza or B & S. Somehow though all this vigorous rump shaking is alien to me and I fear also to my Viking brethren. I'm far too self-conscious to be dancing cheek to cheek.
OK. Ï confess that after a bottle of Jack D on Basin Street you might just find me tentatively wobbling my enormous bottom. But I fear the locals would give me the bum's rush!
Freedia guests with the magnificent Galactic. Check them out!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWj3olTeYmc&feature=share
I imagine she puts on one hell of a show but I fear I will give it a miss. After a few pints you may occasionalyy find me nervously tapping my feet to Mozza or B & S. Somehow though all this vigorous rump shaking is alien to me and I fear also to my Viking brethren. I'm far too self-conscious to be dancing cheek to cheek.
OK. Ï confess that after a bottle of Jack D on Basin Street you might just find me tentatively wobbling my enormous bottom. But I fear the locals would give me the bum's rush!
Freedia guests with the magnificent Galactic. Check them out!
onsdag 27 juli 2011
Ursus Hibernicus
We are a seriously retro family.
I've been giving Zoe Twist lessons and Kai has been watching the original Hannah Barbera Yogi Bear cartoons. I suspect he doesn't understand all the dialogue. In his enthusiasm, he keeps shouting: Smarter than the Irish bear, Boo Boo! When asked who this ursine Hibernian might be, he looks puzzled.
I've been giving Zoe Twist lessons and Kai has been watching the original Hannah Barbera Yogi Bear cartoons. I suspect he doesn't understand all the dialogue. In his enthusiasm, he keeps shouting: Smarter than the Irish bear, Boo Boo! When asked who this ursine Hibernian might be, he looks puzzled.
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