Sometimes my iPod surprises me. I don’t mean that it suddenly tells me a joke, or puts on women’s clothes… mind you, wouldn’t that be a great development for Apple. Quick, where’s Steve Jobs’ email address?…
Anyway, what I really meant was that it throws you a curveball with what it plays. So I’d just listened to a nice Feist track, when a pleasant piano piece came wafting through my earphones.
Hmm, what’s that, I thought? I don’t recognise it.
I look down at the screen to discover it’s called Golliwog’s Cakewalk by Debussy.
It only seems like yesterday that the golliwog police clamped down on any representation in public life (although it was probably more like 20 years ago), forcing the likes of Robertsons to remove it from their labels.
And when I was a kid, golliwogs were a fact of life. In fact, I had one as a kid that sat on my bed, alongside Big Ted and Little Ted (imaginative, wasn’t I?)
Anyway, in case you’re interested to hear what Golliwog’s Cakewalk sounds like, here’s a recital.
