Category Archives: Haunted jukebox
Secret Satan, 2021 part 2
Dreaming rebels, dames and showgirls, emphatic queers and seekers of the Elysian Fields
Secret Satan, 2021 part 2
Dreaming rebels, dames and showgirls, emphatic queers and seekers of the Elysian Fields
Moondog’s century
Happy hundredth birthday to the Viking of 6th Avenue
September Song
Es ist ein weiter Weg von Mai bis Dezember…
The voice of hope
Espionage, revolt and scandal in the life and death of Syrian singer Asmahan
My heart opens to your voice
A moment of beauty and wonder
Nomi’s lament
“Remember me, but ah! forget my fate.”
The other riot
“Loud laughter rang throughout the hall in response to that squawking, grinding chord”
The other riot
“Loud laughter rang throughout the hall in response to that squawking, grinding chord”
Oh Zeki, you’re so fine…
Oh Zeki you’re so pretty, can’t you understand…
The scent of paradise
This piece of Occidentalism is no more authentic than The King and I or Aida, but it’s refreshing to see a non-Western view of the West than vice versa.
The scent of paradise
This piece of Occidentalism is no more authentic than The King and I or Aida, but it’s refreshing to see a non-Western view of the West than vice versa.
Beni Terketme
‘Ne me quitte pas’, Jacques Brel’s most famous offering, isn’t a song for every day. If actually immured in the desperate emotions it evokes it is impossible to listen to, and if you’re having a good day, why ruin it?
Beni Terketme
‘Ne me quitte pas’, Jacques Brel’s most famous offering, isn’t a song for every day. If actually immured in the desperate emotions it evokes it is impossible to listen to, and if you’re having a good day, why ruin it?
Song from the Uproar
‘All of a sudden, we heard a grumbling sound that seemed like a procession of lorries advancing. The noise grew louder and louder. People passed by, running. They cried out: “The wadi! The wadi!”‘
Song from the Uproar
‘All of a sudden, we heard a grumbling sound that seemed like a procession of lorries advancing. The noise grew louder and louder. People passed by, running. They cried out: “The wadi! The wadi!”‘
Zeki sings for you
It’s been too long since we admired the extraordinary talents and only marginally less extraordinary image of Turkey’s beloved singer Zeki Müren.
Zeki sings for you
It’s been too long since we admired the extraordinary talents and only marginally less extraordinary image of Turkey’s beloved singer Zeki Müren.
Star-Shaped Biscuit
“…a confusion of stories, invisible presences, angels and devils, interior monologues and passages quoting either directly or obliquely from Dora Maar, and from other stories of island exile and haunting…”
Star-Shaped Biscuit
“…a confusion of stories, invisible presences, angels and devils, interior monologues and passages quoting either directly or obliquely from Dora Maar, and from other stories of island exile and haunting…”
Wenn schon, denn schon!
“Oh, it’s a long, long while/From May to December/But the days grow short,/When you reach September./When the autumn weather/Turns leaves to flame/One hasn’t got time/For the waiting game./Oh the days dwindle down/To a precious few…”
Wenn schon, denn schon!
“Oh, it’s a long, long while/From May to December/But the days grow short,/When you reach September./When the autumn weather/Turns leaves to flame/One hasn’t got time/For the waiting game./Oh the days dwindle down/To a precious few…”
Places: Grand Hotel et des Palmes
There is something weirdly moving about this meticulous list of drugs with names like Saturnian moons (“Phanodorme”, “Veronidin”, “Sonéryl”), recorded along with their effects (“slept 12¼ hours”, “euphoria all day”, “confused euphoria”).
Places: Grand Hotel et des Palmes
There is something weirdly moving about this meticulous list of drugs with names like Saturnian moons (“Phanodorme”, “Veronidin”, “Sonéryl”), recorded along with their effects (“slept 12¼ hours”, “euphoria all day”, “confused euphoria”).
Strange Flowers 