Le Ciel par-dessus le toit
A beautiful evening in Tooting. Whenever I see a sky like this, I think of Verlaine’s poem Le ciel par-dessus le toit .
Magic and Mazurkaphobia
You’d think I made it up, wouldn’t you? Well I didn’t. Taming a Tartar; or, Magic & mazourkaphobia, “an operatic, romantic, magical, semi-burlesque, terpsichorean burletta, in two acts, founded on…
History of a song & Vejvodova Zbraslav
Amazing what you can turn up from a simple question. Is Roll Out the Barrel still in copyright? Like me, you may have thought it was one of those diehard…
Villefranche-sur-Saône revisited
Forgive the trip down memory lane, but it is now 20 years since I took the picture on the left, in someone’s house in Villefranche-sur-Saône, on my way to be…
The bizarre world of Conservatism
On the trail of that bizarre case involving Mike Batt (composer of the Wombles signature tune) and Peters Edition, in which Peters demanded a quarter of Batt’s royalties for a…
Splish Splash
Here, late at night in the Tooting sound laboratory, Dan searches for the ideal means of creating the sound of splashing in puddles after a hard day in the studio.…