Category Archives: Haunted jukebox

Moondog’s century

Happy hundredth birthday to the Viking of 6th Avenue

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Moondog’s century

Happy hundredth birthday to the Viking of 6th Avenue

Don we now our gay apparel

It’s gay Christmas!

September Song

Es ist ein weiter Weg von Mai bis Dezember…

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

The voice of hope

Espionage, revolt and scandal in the life and death of Syrian singer Asmahan

Summer leaves

“Since you went away, the days grow long…”

Summer leaves

“Since you went away, the days grow long…”

Nomi’s lament

“Remember me, but ah! forget my fate.”

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…

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”).

Come on Algernon

“Give me a tip top stick of Brighton rock and how I’ll coo…”

Come on Algernon

“Give me a tip top stick of Brighton rock and how I’ll coo…”

Summer Flowers

In writing about people who died long ago, frequently in obscurity, it’s heart-warming to know that their secret influence continues to erupt in unpredictable locations around the globe.

Summer Flowers

In writing about people who died long ago, frequently in obscurity, it’s heart-warming to know that their secret influence continues to erupt in unpredictable locations around the globe.