Illustration by Eliane Gerrits My former Amsterdam neighbor calls me with a remarkable request. He wants me to visit the grave of Lotte Lenya. "Who?" I ask. "Lotte Lenya," he says, "the singer of The Threepenny Opera." Ah, now I remember. I used to hear The Ballad of Mack the Knife coming often from this neighbor's house. The shrill voice of Lotte Lenya, with her German accent, rolling her R's, singing: "Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear, And he shows them pearly white; Just a jack-knife has ...
Illustration by Eliane Gerrits My former Amsterdam neighbor calls me with a remarkable request. He wants me to visit the grave of Lotte Lenya. "Who?" I ask. "Lotte Lenya," he says, "the singer of The Threepenny Opera." Ah, now I remember. I used to hear The Ballad of Mack the Knife coming often from this neighbor's house. The shrill voice of Lotte Lenya, with her German accent, rolling her R's, singing: "Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear, And he shows them pearly white; Just a jack-knife has ...
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