‘Word of the Week’ is DYT’s new weekly partnership with author Tim Glynn-Jones. Each week Tim will choose a word, exploring the history behind its meaning, pulling upon an assortment of wry observations on life as well as revealing some surprising historical facts and amusing home truths. This week: Hurdy-Gurdy.

Chopper, the bass player in our band, is suffering with tennis elbow, which means that whenever we reach the incendiary climax of our set and he swings his instrument through the front of his speaker cabinet, it hurts.

So I spent the last 24 hours working on a design for an instrument he can play simply by turning a handle. When I finished, I realised I had reinvented the hurdy-gurdy.

If you thought hurdy-gurdy was the catchphrase of the Muppets’ chef, you might be better off leaving it that way. As instruments go, we’re talking about one of the more diabolical contraptions.

The hurdy-gurdy was invented for lazy violin players, who couldn’t be bothered to keep dragging a bow across the strings. Instead, it has a wheel, turned by a handle, which is made sticky with rosin and rubs across the strings, effectively doing the work of the fiddler’s bow. But unlike the violin, which, in the right hands, can be a very pleasant sounding instrument, the hurdy-gurdy has what are known as drone strings. The clue’s in the name.

No, we’re not talking security devices at Gatwick. While you manipulate the udders to play the tune, the drone strings sound the same note continuously, creating the impression that someone is trying to disrupt your musical enjoyment. Noyng-annoyng-yoyng-annoyng-noyng-yoyng-annoyng. You notice how close the sound is to the word ‘annoying’. Bagpipes make their ‘music’ on the same principle.

The peculiar name is said to have derived from the sound the thing makes (surely annoying-noyng would have been a better name), although other guessers think it might have been inspired by the admittedly similar word ‘hurlyburly’, which was popularised by Shakespeare. “When the hurlyburly’s done, when the battle’s lost and won,” says the second witch in Macbeth.

For over a thousand years, the hurdy-gurdy fed the common appetite for misery and provided a meagre livelihood for poor, sadistic street musicians. But then it died out, partly due to Stalin’s purges on poor, sadistic street musicians, partly due to a popular awakening to the fact that it sounded dismal.

By the 1960s the hurdy-gurdy had become the dodo of the stringed instrument race. You couldn’t find one for love nor money. But then along came Donovan, counterculture icon and mind expanding hippy pal of The Beatles. In 1968 he released Hurdy Gurdy Man (warning: you may find this link upsetting), a groundbreakingly ridiculous piece of trippy psychedelic rock weirdness that featured future members of Led Zeppelin rocking out while Donovan sounding like he was being vigorously shaken while trying to order pastries.

The song peaked at No.4 in the charts, its saving grace being that, despite the title, there was no hurdy-gurdy on it. Nevertheless, its release was enough to rekindle interest in the fiendish instrument, much as the mere mention of Beelzebub might be enough to invoke the Devil. Before you could say “hey nonny nonny”, the folk movement had got hold of it and once again the woods were full of wan looking damsels in long dresses playing hurdy-gurdies and singing ballads about shipwrecks.

And so we still have the hurdy-gurdy today and Chopper still has tennis elbow. Both of which are a serious threat to the future of music as we know it.

Word of the Week is a collaboration between DYT and author Tim Glynne-Jones. Word of the Week began as a weekly blog in 2016. A book of the first 52 words in the series – Word of the Week: Volume One – is available to buy at word-of-the-week.com.

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