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Friday, September 5, 2025

A re­view

When Harry Met Calypso

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Near­ly 60 years be­fore Bun­ji Gar­lin and Nigel Ro­jas' Dif­fer­en­tol­ogy got a half-minute play on the in­tro to an Amer­i­can TV show, Trinidad's in­dige­nous mu­sic com­plete­ly dom­i­nat­ed Amer­i­can pop mu­sic for half a year.

Be­tween late 1956 and mid-1957, ca­lyp­so mush­roomed so huge in the US that night­clubs re­fit­ted them­selves overnight as "ca­lyp­so rooms" with lim­bo floor­shows, leg­endary Amer­i­can singer El­la Fitzger­ald cov­ered a kaiso, three fea­ture-length ca­lyp­so movies were rushed in­to pro­duc­tion in Hol­ly­wood and ad­ver­tis­ing copy for cos­met­ics was copied from the lyrics and writ­ten to the tune of Lord In­vad­er's Rum and Co­ca-Co­la. ("From down in the land of the sun and sea/ Comes your new fash­ion per­son­al­i­ty/ A new lip­stick shade of hap­py cha-rac-ter/ Hi-Fi Ca­lyp­so Beat by Max Fac­tor.") In­deed, the first mil­lion-sell­ing LP in the Unit­ed States was not a rock-and-roll record, as most peo­ple might rea­son­ably as­sume, but Har­ry Be­la­fonte's 1956 al­bum, Ca­lyp­so.

That in­sane lit­tle pe­ri­od–the Ca­lyp­so Craze–has now been pre­served in the best mod­ern way any old mu­sic can be: as a Bear Fam­i­ly boxed set, cu­rat­ed–it is the right word–by the Alaskan-by-birth, Tri­ni-by-adop­tion mu­si­col­o­gist, Ray Funk.

Bear Fam­i­ly, the world-re­spect­ed Ger­man record la­bel, last caught Trinida­di­an at­ten­tion in 2007 with Dick Spottswood and John Cow­ley's labour of love, the ten-CD boxed set West In­di­an Rhythm (pre-WWII record­ings by At­ti­la the Hun, King Ra­dio, the Roar­ing Li­on and the Lords Ex­ecu­tor, Ca­ress­er and In­vad­er, amongst oth­ers).

Any­one who bought West In­di­an Rhythm knew two things, the first, in­stant­ly, the oth­er, dis­cov­ered over many hours: first, at TT $2,000, it was ex­pen­sive; and, sec­ond, it was worth it–and not just be­cause in an age of hideous mass-pro­duced tat it was a sin­gu­lar thing of re­al and valu­able beau­ty; no, amor­tised over the ten hours it took to lis­ten to West In­di­an Rhythm and the same amount of time, or longer, it took to read the inch-thick, LP-sized ac­com­pa­ny­ing book, the per­son en­joy­ing the ex­pe­ri­ence was trans­port­ed back in time to the ca­lyp­so tents of old Port-of-Spain, hear­ing and "see­ing," eg, Lord Be­gin­ner sing Run Yuh Run, Hitler.

Ca­lyp­so Craze could well be bet­ter; and, at TT$1,450 for six CDs and a DVD, it is cer­tain­ly cheap­er! For what­ev­er it's worth, the writ­ing in Ca­lyp­so Craze's hefty, 157-page book (by Ray Funk and Michael Edl­rige) is im­pos­si­ble to short­en–the surest sign of good writ­ing any­where out­side of William Faulkn­er, Mar­cel Proust and James Joyce. Every page is crammed with prac­ti­tion­er-text­book lev­els of in­for­ma­tion, every word of it read and di­gest­ed as eas­i­ly as a news­pa­per week­end sup­ple­ment.

The book is jammed with pho­tographs and re­pro­duc­tions of mem­o­ra­bil­ia of the time, al­most all from the per­son­al col­lec­tion of Ray Funk. Mag­a­zine cov­ers, mail or­der cloth­ing cat­a­logues, con­cert tick­ets, record la­bels, par­ty fliers, the Max Fac­tor lip­stick ad­ver­tise­ment quot­ed above and more bring 1950 Amer­i­ca to life in the read­er's hands. (The boxed set cov­er is a reprint of the menu of the then Ca­lyp­so Restau­rant in New York City's Green­wich Vil­lage.) Ca­lyp­so Craze al­so deep­ens and widens its vi­su­al di­men­sion by adding mov­ing pic­tures in a DVD.

As good as the words and pic­tures are, though, the boxed set would not be much good if the mu­sic wasn't.

The "weak­est" disc–disc two, The Re­luc­tant Ca­lyp­so King–col­lects 27 of Har­ry Be­la­fonte's best songs, start­ing with his cov­er of Man Smart, Woman Smarter and run­ning through sta­ples like The Ba­nana Boat Song (Day-O) and Is­lands in the Sun be­fore its crescen­do in a five-minute-long, Ralph Mc­Don­ald-arranged ver­sion of Lord In­vad­er's Don't Stop the Car­ni­val.

And that's the "weak­est" disc!

Along with that de­served fo­cus on the man who, at the time, rep­re­sent­ed ca­lyp­so in Amer­i­ca and the world, the mu­si­cal sto­ry of the Ca­lyp­so Craze is com­pre­hen­sive­ly told in the five oth­er CDs. The en­tire col­lec­tion be­gins with the Li­on's orig­i­nal Ug­ly Woman (in which he dis­pensed the fa­mous­ly misog­y­nis­tic ad­vice to men that, if they want­ed to be hap­py in life, they should make an ug­ly woman their wife) and end­ing, some 173 tracks lat­er, with Jim­my Soul's pop cov­er of the same song (ti­tled, If You Wan­na Be Hap­py).

Disc one, Ca­lyp­so Comes to Amer­i­ca, in­cludes songs per­formed in Trinidad by At­ti­la the Hun, Li­on, Ca­ress­er and In­vad­er as well as gen­uine ca­lyp­soes that hit big in the USA, the most fa­mous of which was the An­drews Sis­ters/Morey Am­s­ter­dam barefaced theft of Rum and Co­ca-Co­la, and the er­satz Brill Build­ing/Tin Pan Al­ley copies like Sing a Trop­i­cal Song, which en­sured the Ca­lyp­so Craze would ul­ti­mate­ly crash.

Im­por­tant­ly, the disc in­cludes record­ings by the best known Trinida­di­an or West In­di­an ca­lyp­so­ni­ans in the US, such as Sir Lancelot and the Duke of Iron, as well as "ca­lyp­soes" done by huge Amer­i­can stars of the time like El­la Fitzger­ald, Eartha Kitt and Nat "King" Cole. (Disc one con­tains, in Guests of Rudy Valee by Li­on and At­ti­la, the on­ly track al­so on West In­di­an Rhythm.)

Disc three, Ca­lyp­so Is Every­where, might be the most im­pres­sive sin­gle disc of the boxed set, even if there are more fake ca­lyp­soes on it than re­al ones. In 31 mu­si­cal tracks and one dread­ful road safe­ty cam­paign jin­gle (with Julie Con­way's ter­ri­bly-faked Tri­ni "ahk-sent"), Funk shows that the mu­sic of Trinidad was so per­va­sive, it drove coun­try and west­ern stars as big as Hank Snow in­to im­i­tat­ing it. What­ev­er mu­si­cal weak­ness­es there might be else­where on disc three, it opens and clos­es with stun­ning record­ings, the Tar­ri­ers' haunt­ing, de­fin­i­tive ver­sion of Day-O (it­self in­tro­duced by a cou­plet from an old Ma­roon song) and many peo­ple's favourite jazz tenor sax­o­phon­ist, Son­ny Rollins' in­ter­pre­ta­tion of Don't Stop the Car­ni­val.

Discs four; Ca­lyp­so Goes to the Movies, Broad­way, Tele­vi­sion and More, and six; Ca­lyp­so Goes Glob­al, cov­er the ground their ti­tles sug­gest, and in­clude gems like Ma­ma ist aus Ku­ba, which trans­lates from the Ger­man as, Ma­ma Look a Boo­boo Dey, the fa­mous Amer­i­can ac­tor Robert Mitchum's cov­er of Jean and Di­nah and the even more fa­mous Maya An­gelou–yes, the Maya An­gelou–singing Run Joe and (Shame &) Scan­dal in the Fam­i­ly. (Maya An­gelou's rein­ven­tion of her­self as a writer and po­et was not the most stun­ning for a ca­lyp­son­ian of the Ca­lyp­so Craze: that ho­n­our goes to the Charmer, rep­re­sent­ed, on disc one, with Is She Is, Or Is She Ain't?, a dit­ty about a male trans­sex­u­al; the Charmer would emerge from his ca­lyp­so co­coon as Louis Far­rakhan, the leader of the Na­tion of Is­lam!)

Per­haps the most im­pres­sive mu­si­cal disc, though, is num­ber five, Ca­lyp­so Across the Pond, which col­lects songs record­ed in Eng­land. Lord Kitch­en­er's Keeetch (Small Comb) alone would have jus­ti­fied the whole disc but it al­so fea­tures sev­er­al oth­ers of his best songs, in­clud­ing Kitch's Be­bop Ca­lyp­so (which point­ed to­wards fu­ture in­ven­tive crossover com­po­si­tions like Sug­ar Bum Bum and Bees Melody) and Lon­don is the Place for Me (last heard on the big screen in the sound­track to the film, Padding­ton).

Disc five al­so fea­tures Lord Be­gin­ner's Vic­to­ry Test Match (Ramd­hin and Valen­tine); the Mighty Ter­ror's Chi­nese Chil­dren; the most fa­mous Trinida­di­an mu­si­cian no­body in Trinidad knows, Ed­mun­do Ros; and Gos­sip Ca­lyp­so by Bernard Crib­bins, which came in equal parts from the West In­dies and Lon­don's East End.

But it might be the DVD that re­al­ly lifts Ca­lyp­so Craze in­to a must-have, even with a four-fig­ure price tag. The movie it­self–Ca­lyp­so Joe–might make Adam San­dler or Ed Wood cringe. Low bud­get, with a clich�d ro­man­tic com­e­dy sto­ry­line, it's far less in­ter­est­ing than any of the four videos in­clud­ed to fill out the DVD (which in­clude pre­cious footage of Beryl McBurnie danc­ing in the USA as La Belle Rosette). The movie's re­al worth comes in the dozen or so live mu­si­cal per­for­mances strung to­geth­er by its weak plot–par­tic­u­lar­ly the four of them fea­tur­ing Lord Flea of Ja­maica, which by them­selves re­deem Ca­lyp­so Joe in to­to.

Look past Lord Flea in the straw hat and colour­ful shirt that be­came the ca­lyp­son­ian's oblig­a­tory cos­tume af­ter its adop­tion by Madi­son Av­enue and you see the first West In­di­an su­per­star, the fore­run­ner of every­one from Jim­my Cliff to Ri­han­na; and the thing that makes Caribbean mu­sic in all its forms so easy to em­brace: ex­u­ber­ance mar­ried to mu­si­cian­ship and de­liv­ered with show­man­ship; if we could bat now like Lord Flea per­formed half-a-cen­tu­ry ago, the West In­dies crick­et team might be hold­ing up the World Cup in a cou­ple o' weeks, in­stead of look­ing for their board­ing pass­es to­day.

Ca­lyp­so Craze is avail­able from Pa­per Based, The Nor­mandie, St Ann's.


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