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Saturday, July 5, 2025

A journey to capture something of

King Sparrow, 90 years on the planet

by

Tony Rakhal-Fraser
20 days ago
20250615
Tony Rakhal-Fraser

Tony Rakhal-Fraser

“Them Grena­di­ans mak­ing we hoot, one just come here and he start to shoot, his name is the Mighty Spar­row, the man does sing ca­lyp­so … I wait­ing on the judge and ju­ry as soon as they fin­ish with he, ah post­ing him back in a box mark han­dle with care ….” Lord Blakie.

Blakie, notwith­stand­ing his bit­ing satir­i­cal por­tray­al of Grena­di­ans, who mi­grat­ed to Trinidad in droves on the wind­jam­mers of the pe­ri­od, nev­er­the­less placed a wall around Spar­row, ac­knowl­edg­ing “the man could sing ca­lyp­so”, and so the need for him to be placed in a “box mark han­dle with care”.

The above tale of the ca­lyp­so and the ca­lyp­son­ian is how I have cho­sen to be­gin to say some­thing about Slinger Fran­cis­co–the Mighty Spar­row, the ac­knowl­edged King of Ca­lyp­so, as he ap­proach­es his 90th birth­day.

This pre­lim­i­nary ad­ven­ture in­to Spar­row and his work re­flects on the sub­ject mat­ter of his ca­lyp­soes, how he saw the so­ci­ety emerg­ing, the na­tion­al­ist path­way, the pol­i­tics, the lead­ers, his love and be­lief in “William the Con­quer­er” and his ad­vice to the de­trac­tors of the Pre­mier to “Leave de Damn Doc­tor”.

No re­view of the ear­ly pe­ri­od of his ca­reer can miss his cen­tral fo­cus on the man-woman re­la­tion­ship of the pe­ri­od. He re­spond­ed neg­a­tive­ly in many ca­ly­pos­es with fury, self-right­eous­ness and some­thing of a moral­ist po­si­tion, while he dec­o­rat­ed him­self with the “Vil­lage Ram” ap­pel­la­tion.

But in con­tra­dic­tion of his sta­tus, he ad­mit­ted to San­dra, Rose, There­sa, the Win­er Girl from Princes Town hav­ing him bazodee. His ca­pac­i­ty for pre­tence at not be­ing un­faith­ful was head­lined in his Ly­ing Ex­cus­es, at the same time that he yearned for “Mar­gari­ta” from “down de Main”.

Spar­row’s Con­go Man has been one of his most dra­mat­i­cal­ly pre­sent­ed ca­lyp­soes; while that of a com­plete­ly dif­fer­ent na­ture, the Slave in­di­cates his un­der­stand­ing and feel­ing for the African re­plant­ed in the Caribbean shorn of his cul­tur­al roots.

Per­haps in re­venge for the British colo­nial im­po­si­tions and dis­re­gard for hu­man­i­ty out­side of their own, Spar­row had fun with “Phillip my Dear” and “Lon­don Bridge Falling Down”. He placed re­spon­si­bil­i­ty for the lat­ter in what he saw as ef­fec­tive­ly the ero­sion of male su­pe­ri­or­i­ty: “Top men like True­man and Hut­ton, Churchill and Ho­r­a­tio Nel­son, ever since these gal­lant he­roes are gone, Lon­don Bridge is falling down.”

In the crit­i­cal 1970s and im­me­di­ate­ly be­yond the pe­ri­od, Spar­row sought to un­mask the “Good Cit­i­zens”, the cap­i­tal­ist sys­tem which worked at mak­ing the place un­liv­able for the small man; he even at­tacked those who want­ed to stand in the way of the great West In­di­an crick­eters look­ing af­ter them­selves–in­ci­den­tal­ly, the lat­ter is one which con­tin­ues to have life in the con­tem­po­rary pe­ri­od.

In Ugan­da, on an as­sign­ment, some­one there asked me about Spar­row and the songs he sang. I thought I would be provoca­tive and told him about and re­cit­ed the lyrics of Phillip My Dear, he want­ed to have me evict­ed from that coun­try for re­peat­ing Spar­row’s “dis­grace­ful ap­proach to the Queen”. A sense of what colo­nial­ism had achieved in cre­at­ing loy­al­ty amongst its vic­tims.

Go­ing back to the start of his ca­reer, the 1950s (and as the read­er will no­tice, this is not a chrono­log­i­cal re­view), one of the first in­di­ca­tions of Spar­row be­com­ing a ca­lyp­son­ian who would seek to de­mol­ish the low­ly sta­tus quo in­to which the ca­lyp­son­ian was placed came a year af­ter he won his first ca­lyp­so crown in 1956.

In the fol­low­ing year, he made known his po­si­tion against the low­ly sta­tus in which the ca­lyp­son­ian was placed: “So I in­tend to keep my ca­lyp­so on de shelf; let dey keep de prize in Sa­van­nah for dey own self, let de Queen run de show with­out steel­band and ca­lyp­so if you want to go, you could go up dey, but me ent go­ing no way,” he sang against the or­gan­is­ers of the Jaycees Car­ni­val Queen show.

In so do­ing, Spar­row plant­ed a stake that the ca­lyp­son­ian and his con­tri­bu­tion had to be re­spect­ed; he not singing for no Ice­hot and a bot­tle of Fer­nan­des rum. It should not be left out that Spar­row’s broth­er ca­lyp­son­ian, Lord Su­pe­ri­or, joined him, re­fus­ing to sing for “A Brass Crown”.

It was an im­por­tant start to Spar­row be­ing an in­flu­ence in the di­rec­tion where ca­lyp­so and ca­lyp­so­ni­ans would stretch in­to the fu­ture. “We look­ing for bet­ter con­di­tions; they mak­ing false al­le­ga­tions, say what they want, do what they like, Spar­row is one ca­lyp­son­ian strike.”

Spar­row at­tempt­ed to scrub clean the im­age and in­stances of the re­al­i­ty of the ca­lyp­son­ian in the pe­ri­od singing for a bot­tle of rum and a pat on the back.

And we must nev­er for­get Broth­er Su­pe­ri­or (I feel ashamed that we have, I in­clud­ed, not sat down with bards such as Supie to get a full ap­pre­ci­a­tion of what they had to over­come in the “good ole days”. Su­pe­ri­or once told me of his em­bar­rass­ment when he took a for­eign guest to the then Lo­tus Ho­tel in down­town Port-of-Spain on­ly to see a sign say­ing, “Dogs and ca­lyp­so­ni­ans not al­lowed”.

I shall con­tin­ue with Spar­row’s first ma­jor in­ter­ven­tion to pro­tect the “Glam­our Boys”.

Tony Rakhal-Fras­er–free­lance jour­nal­ist, for­mer re­porter/cur­rent af­fairs pro­gramme host and news di­rec­tor at TTT, pro­gramme pro­duc­er/cur­rent af­fairs di­rec­tor at Ra­dio Trinidad, cor­re­spon­dent for the BBC Caribbean Ser­vice and the As­so­ci­at­ed Press, and grad­u­ate of UWI, CARI­MAC, Mona, and St Au­gus­tine – In­sti­tute of In­ter­na­tion­al Re­la­tions.


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