The Elusive Ethnomusicologist, Summer 2019
“That was a red light!” I squeaked from the back seat. Speeding along the narrow winding roads of...
Read More“That was a red light!” I squeaked from the back seat. Speeding along the narrow winding roads of...
Read MoreFollowing the shocking news of the death of Alan James in the early hours of Sunday 7th April...
Read More“Watch this,” said the man in our house. “I’ve read it’s the biggest thing on Netflix....
Read MoreIn Sidmouth this summer, whilst dancing on a hot sunny day amongst all the Morris sides,...
Read MoreElena at UPS Customer Services is on the line in Lithuania saying “Yes, yes, I understand. You...
Read MoreWhen Amira sings sevdah, time stops. Elizabeth Kinder travels to exotic wartorn Heathrow Airport...
Read MoreIf your image of morris dancers is of overweight, bearded, beer-swilling men lumbering around the...
Read MoreIn our street there’s been a total absence of trestle tables blocking the traffic and neighbours...
Read MoreMurderous and suicidal thoughts don’t tend to trouble me, but both sprang to mind repeatedly recently in a way that made me think of McCartney happily whistling away one evening, penning Helter Skelter, and its subsequent impact...
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