A limerick a week #58

It’s the Domino effect (or ‘How to segue from R&B to Cajun’)

I was just about to turn off DJ Chris Evans’ radio waffle this morning when he played a medley of Fats Domino hits to mark the R&B maestro’s death at the age of 89. I would never say that I had been an active listener to his songs, but I was amazed at how many of them seemed so very familiar. I guess that’s due to growing up with the radio often playing in the background.

The three songs that most resonated with me must have been among his best-known recordings: Blueberry Hill, Ain’t That a Shame, and Jambalaya (On the Bayou).

IMHO Domino’s version of Blueberry Hill, with his trademark R&B piano playing, trumps that of another famous son of New Orleans, Louis Armstrong, whose jazz version is just, well, jazz – not my favourite genre.

Sadly, the history of Ain’t That a Shame reflects the history of coloured performers in the United States as it came to national attention only after being recorded by the (white) singer Pat Boone. More encouragingly, and according to legend, Domino was impressed by Boone’s version (and the royalties it brought) so he once invited Boone on to the stage, showed the audience one of his big gold rings and said: “Pat Boone bought me this ring!

Jambalaya (On the Bayou), despite its seemingly Cajun origins, was originally a country song albeit one set to a Cajun melody and with faux Cajun lyrics sung in country fashion. Its originator was Hank Williams who had a mega-hit with it and Dr Google suggests that its popularity was due to a dilution of the ethnic origins of the music so that an audience could relate to it “in a way that it could never relate to a true Cajun two-step led by an asthmatic accordion and sung in patois” (I love that quote!). So Domino’s bluesy rendition of it is not a betrayal of any Cajun roots, but is instead a New Orleans R&B interpretation of a country classic and, as Domino’s origins were French Creole and his first language was Louisiana Creole, it all adds to the mix.

So here’s the limerick-as-eulogy for the late Antoine Dominique ‘Fats’ Domino …

There once was a pianist called ‘Fats’
One of R&B’s aristocrats
But the Grim Reaper came
(now Ain’t That a Shame)
And turned all of his sharps into flats.

Postscript: You can find loads of cover versions of Hank Williams’ Jambalaya (On the Bayou on the internet and it’s really interesting to compare versions. For example, at one end of the spectrum there is the saccharin-sweet Carpenters’ version, redeemed solely by Karen Carpenter’s hauntingly beautiful and honeyed voice, and Sonny and Cher’s light entertainment Comedy Hour duet that showcased Cher’s real talent in the days before she became a parody of herself.

A more energetic version that I really like is that from Creedence Clearwater Revival. Although its southern rock musical accompaniment is country-ish in origin, their vocals are closer to the harsh, slightly discordant tones of the Cajun tradition.

In fact, it seems that the ‘ethnic dilution’ inherent to the original version of Jambalaya has distanced the song from the purer Louisiana French and Creole traditions as it is nigh-on impossible to find a rootsy Cajun or Zydeco version on the internet. There are some that claim to be one or t’other, but they generally bear as much resemblance to ‘backyard’ Louisiana as mainstream country does to bluegrass. The nearest that I could find was a version by El-Jo Sonnier (and it’s okay other than it still betrays its country origins).

And what of the man himself? Well, this is his version.

Finally, there is an interesting cover of Domino’s Blueberry Hill

It is performed by a world leader oft implicated in the silencing of opposition and dissident voices, seen here to be murdering a song as well. Dear Reader, I give you ‘Fats’ Putin.

 

A limerick a week #57

Ill blows the wind …

Weather bomb! Sounds dramatic doesn’t it? Explosive cyclogenesis! Sounds even more dramatic! Paired words that I can imagine voiced with a booming, stentorian roar by Tom Baker’s incarnation of Doctor Who as the world faces up to cyclones and storms of unimaginable ferocity; a confrontation with nature’s pent-up fury released as a cataclysmic tempest that seeks ruination of the land …

As I type, the UK meteorological Office has issued a weather warning for the south and west of the UK and forecasts strong winds arising from such a weather bomb. In fact, it is predicted to be a storm of sufficient magnitude that they have given it a name.

So what have they called this child of a weather bomb? Brian, that’s what! Brian! I mean, with all the best will in the world to all the Brian’s of the world, what scale of pent-up fury can you imagine being unleashed by a Brian?

The life of Brian

Now, there are some very well-known Brians: Wilson, Blessed, May, O’Driscoll and Cox (times two) to name but a few. In fact Blessed may be the man who roars (see what I did there?), Cox#2 may understand the secrets of the universe, and May may be Under Pressure, but none of them approach the realms of a furious cataclysm.

Elsewhere, we have Brian the snail (remember him) and the Brian to whom the Python’s gave Life (“Vewy well! I shall… welease… Bwian!“). LinkedIn claims profiles for 90+ Brians Gale and The Arctic Monkeys even recorded Brianstorm, but nowhere, absolutely nowhere should we have ‘Brian-offspring-of-an-explosive-cyclogenesis’! Here’s my take on it:

This storm will roar like a lion
Says the forecast that we all rely on,
But our climatic nemesis
(A fierce cyclogenesis)
Needs a name that’s more brutal than ‘Brian’!

(No offence is intended to any of the Brians out there, especially the ones that I know!)


Quotes that made me laugh #44

Mr. White: We think we got a rat in the house.

Mr. Pink: I guarantee we got a rat in the house!

I keep meaning to make my posts apolitical, but politicians keep feeding the fire. In this instance only indirectly as it is not from a politician, but a former head of the UK civil service, Bob Kerslake, reflecting yesterday on the current state of the Conservative Party in government.

Here’s the quote:

“The Cabinet is behaving like Reservoir Dogs with extra ketchup!”

Mr Pink, Mr Blonde, Mr White
Liam Fox, Boris Johnson, David Davis

A limerick a week #56

Take me to your leader …

Political groupings don’t consider everyone to be leaders within their ranks. They-who-are-to-be-led look for leadership from the top and plus or minus some back-stabbing debate, they then follow their leader whose charisma is such that they carry their troops with them even if the journey they undertake is perilous. (Aye right😂)

Which brings me to the Conservative party’s ‘strong and stable’ UK government and its ragtag coterie of political drones whose idea of collective responsibility appears to be that of Caesar’s assassins. How can we define its leadership?

Here’s the limerick:

In her recent political homily
Theresa May be an anomaly.
‘Cos she claimed “strong and stable”,
But, in truth was just able,
To show that she’s both “weak and wobbily”!

(BTW, I do know it’s spelled ‘wobbly’ and I also know that “strong and stable” was an election phrase and not a party conference outpouring. Please, give a chap some literary licence!)

World cup woes. ..

Life is short? So are our footballers!

Gordon Strachan, Scotland’s current football manager, has recently added a cracker to the pantheon of lame excuses for his team being not good enough.

Apparently, “Technically we’re fine, but our guys have to work harder to get on the ball than bigger lads at six foot three. … What I do know is that genetically we are behind … Genetically we have to work at things. It is a problem for us.

Hmmm, I suspect he may be the butt of a few jokes as a result of that.

Jokes did I say? Well guess what? Irn Bru has stepped into the breach by re-issuing a seven-year-old advert on Facebook in which a lassie fae Dundee sings a lullaby to her bairn claiming to have “done the deed” with a Brazilian chap to enhance the gene pool of Scotland’s footballers.

Or as Irn Bru trolled Strachan: “Let’s make babies with Brazilians (like we said way back in 2010)

Quotes that made me laugh #43

Strong and Stable Wrong and Incapable

After Theresa May’s cataclysmic speech at the Conservative Party’s annual conference, this quote from Alexander Armstrong on HIGNFY made me laugh:

Theresa May’s premiership has been under threat for a while, but this must be the first time that the coughing has been the final nail.

This made me laugh as well …

… and so did this:

Apparently our Prime Minister thought that people wouldn’t be amused by the P45 prank. Methinks she’s a tad out of touch!

A limerick a week #55

Offaly good caramel …

We’re back from our Irish travels and we have since heard that Management’s welcoming relatives, with whom we stayed for a couple of days, had later won an award at Blas na hÉireann (the Irish Food Awards) for their Dulce de Leche product. So, well done Clara Fields on your Chef’s Choice award (and my apologies for the clichéd ending to the limerick that it inspired)!

Here goes:

When your taste buds demand you procure
A gustatory affaire d’amour
Then please let me fetch ya
Some Dulce de Leche
From Clara … To be sure, to be sure!

(and the limerick’s anapestically correct too – woohoo!)

Postscript: One longstanding ambition of mine had been to visit Achill Island in the northwest of the Irish mainland, and Keem Bay in particular where an historic basking shark fishery once took place. It was well worth visiting anyway, but made all the more so by my former professional interest in fisheries for the sharks.

Looking down on Keem Bay, Achill Island, co. Mayo.
The shoreline at Keem Bay

and some other assorted views elsewhere on our tour …

Ballymastocker Bay, Portsalon, co. Donegal – once voted the second most beautiful beach in the world by readers of the Observer Magazine!
The Glencar waterfall in Yates’ Country, co. Leitrim.
The southern flank of Benbulben, co. Sligo.
… and finally, The Giant’s Causeway, co. Antrim, best seen late in the day when most of the crowds have gone and the sun is low in the sky.

‘Tis Kanelbullens Dag

or … Oh, cinnamon, the devil is a-waiting!

The fourth of October is Sweden’s national cinnamon bun day. Yup, it’s that day that you’ve never heard of, but would just love to celebrate if you had.

Why is it so? Well, the cinnamon bun (kanelbullar) is a staple of the Swedes’ devotion to fika, or coffee break, so much so that they decided to devote a whole day to it.

I’ve tried two recipes and the second one turned out fine courtesy of the  Swedish Food website. (I used the alternate recipe given for the filling and baked the buns for 20 minutes in a fan-assisted oven at 160°c, before lowering the temperature to 130°c and baking for another 8 minutes with foil over the buns. I made my own nib sugar and used freshly ground cardamom seeds).

Devilishly good!

Very gently melting butter into milk before adding a beaten egg.
Mixing the dry ingredients of the dough.
The rough dough after adding the wet ingredients.
The risen dough after 10 minutes of hand-kneading and 2 hours rising.
‘Buttering’ the rolled-out dough with a butter, sugar, cinnamon mix.
… rolled up ‘swiss-roll’ style
… then sliced and left to rise again.
Glazed and sugared before baking … et voilà

A limerick a week #54

A Galway a week #1

This week Management and I have travelled around the island of Ireland in Priscilla the campervan. We only had limited time and could travel no further south than Clara and Galway so Waterford, Limerick and Cork will have to await our next visit.

Talking of Limerick …

I drove across Ireland today
And a thought crossed my mind on the way,
That it seems quite perverse
For a Limerick’s verse
To end with the words ‘Galway Bay’!

A limerick a week #53

… and don’t rest your hand on the gear stick!

Just when I was lacking inspiration for this week’s ALAW, my Ice Cream Buddy took delivery of her new car and provided the necessary stimulus. Apparently, on her first attempt to park it she was left temporarily embarrassed when she needed to reverse and couldn’t get the car into gear, so …

The new car that Anna possessed
Went forwards quite well she confessed,
But she started to curse
When it wouldn’t reverse.
No wonder the clutch felt depressed!

“The reason we’re not moving backwards is that the car is in neutral. It’s me you’ve just put into reverse!”