#Calle jularbo

[birchshutter]

Because Tumblr needs more music of Carl Jularbo.

“Carl Jularbo, well known as Calle Jularbo and born as Karl Karlsson (6 June 1893, Jularbo, Avesta Municipality, Dalarna County, Sweden - 13 February 1966, Nacka Municipality, Stockholm County, Sweden) was the most famous Swedish accordionist of his time. He had a very distinct personal style, that has played a significant part in forming the Swedish accordion tradition. He was extremely productive, recording 1577 tunes and he won 158 accordion competitions. He maintained a large repertoire without being able to read music.

His best known tune is Livet i Finnskogarna (roughly "Life in the Finn forests"), recorded in 1915. This song was the basis for the Les Paul and Mary Ford hit of 1951, "Mockin' Bird Hill". Jularbo is the name of his birthplace, which he later adopted as his name.

Both his parents were of predominantly Romani descent, which was not revealed until after his death. “

- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calle_Jularbo

[mikaelaugustsson]

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A very old song by #carljularbo. It’s called Gammal Dalavals. My version is very far from the original. This is more like a #polska, a Swedish folk music style. . . . . . . #swedishfolkmusic #svenskfolkmusik #accordion #accordeon #dragspel #trekkspill #harmonika #jularbo #cavagnolo #svenskmusik #dalarna #oldmusic #musicianstyle #musiciansofinstagram #musiciandaily #musicgram #folkmusician #folkmusiceveryday #folklore #musicianseekers #musicianinthemaking #musicinthemaking (på/i Jularbo, Dalarnas Län, Sweden)

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Dreams are wild sometimes. I dreamt I was going to France – though I didn't exactly know that. I just knew I was supposed to hop into this clunky yet futuristic shuttle lift, where it turned out I didn't have any of the local currency on me. A butler-looking man who performed some sort of ticket control let me board anyway, and when the hatch closed I stood there, with my useless bank card and small coin in my cupped hands, thinking that he didn't really do me any favour at all – it wasn't like I would be able to pay for anything once I got off at my destination. Turns out I didn't just travel to France but also back in time. Going from not having a clue what I was doing to absolute divine certainty, I knew I was there to assassinate Adolf Hitler. Hitler didn't even look remotely like Hitler but I'm used to the morphing mechanic of my dreams so I knew it was him anyway. The best way to assassinate someone is making it look like an accident/illness, so I pulled out my ripped-off car antenna and cast a Petrificus totalus. And another, and another. I figured if you cast enough muscle-petrifying spells, you'd also paralyse the muscles of the diaphragm and cause a breathing stop. Hitler did stop breathing, and while he was at it he also stopped having human form. The collapsing Hitler was now a set of porcelain cups designed to be assembled into a foot-high statue of a monkey, and when the cups toppled there fell out a very long, very cheap-looking necklace made of translucent beige cylinder beads. Best dreams: enemies drop loot. Back in my own time I was dying to tell my friend, who is a history nerd of epic proportions, about my going back in time and killing Hitler and BRINGING BACK A TIME TRAVEL GIFT FOR HIM omg he'd be sooo awed/happy/mindblown! Only I didn't get to explain my adventures halfways before he butted in that ”yes, that is the plot of a Wilhem Moberg play”. No but dude, I just lived through this. Listen, I went back in time. I– ”Maybe you've heard it on the radio? It's called 'Can you whistle the burial waltz, Agda?'” I have no problem with genocidal maniacs turning into monkey cup lego but a radio play called ”Can you whistle the burial waltz, Agda?” is just absurd, and frankly I'm pretty cross with my friend right now. He keeps talking about this stupid play so I take my monkey Hitler loot and join my mum and brother for a round of shopping. They're both wrapped in so many layers of plastic wrapping that they resemble two fused matryushka dolls in rain ponchos, and I'm not sure if they can walk or if they waddle, or maybe just glide like that gif of a dude hoverboarding out of a public bathroom squatting with his shirt covering everything down to his ankles. That's also the reason they ask me along for shopping: none of them can try on clothes in that state so they ask me to test clothes for them. None of the clothes fit and we are on our way out of the store when my friend shows up again, seemingly finishing a long anecdote about this Moberg play and ending with ”Did I mention I'm related to Kalle Jularbo?” ”Yes, that's the third time you say it: one more time and it'll be the penalty box for you.”

[mikaelaugustsson]

A very old song by #carljularbo. It’s called Gammal Dalavals. My version is very far from the original. This is more like a #polska, a Swedish folk music style. . . . . . . #swedishfolkmusic #svenskfolkmusik #accordion #accordeon #dragspel #trekkspill #harmonika #jularbo #cavagnolo #svenskmusik #dalarna #oldmusic #musicianstyle #musiciansofinstagram #musiciandaily #musicgram #folkmusician #folkmusiceveryday #folklore #musicianseekers #musicianinthemaking #musicinthemaking https://ift.tt/2GLXVkN