A novel by Argentinian Jorge Consiglio, a personal dictionary by Uruguayan Ida Vitale, and poetry by Mexican Homero Aridjis
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What are they? Crumhorns
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STEVEN ANDREW is moved beyond words by a historical account of mining in Britain made from the words of the miners themselves
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The bard mourns the loss of comrades and troubadours, and looks for consolation with Black Country Jess
CHRIS MOSS relishes the painting and the life story of a self-taught working-class artist from Warrington
I get some amusing musical questions as I charge round the country with my early-music-meets-punk-band Barnstormer 1649 large collection of obsolete instruments in tow.
The most common one is: “What’s that buzzy thing that looks like a walking stick?”
Well, it’s a crumhorn and it went out of fashion towards the end of the 17th century, replaced by the oboe, which sound a bit less like a demented bee on steroids.
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After storming hundreds if not thousands of barns and some such up and down Britain and overseas over the last 30 years, ATTILA THE STOCKBROKER stops, if only for a nanosecond, to reminisce about the faithful bunch at his side all those years that are the inimitable Barnstormers
The Secretary of State for Digital, Culture, Media and Sport's announcement that there'll be visa-free touring for musicians in some European countries is a beyond a joke
These are my choices, according to the Tories, should my arts career go tits-up. I’m not impressed.
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