söndag 31 juli 2011

A maestro of mould!

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!

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!

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.