In 1937, a team from RCA set up a studio in St. James Theatre in Port of Spain to record some of the calypsonians who did not go to New York that year to cut records for Decca with Gerald Clark’s Caribbean Serenaders. More than a hundred songs were recorded on PRESTO discs “back home” in the 1937 (and possibly early 1938) sessions, and about 48 double-siders were released on the Bluebird label. A compilation of the issued and unissued titles can be found here. Of these, only a few have been reissued at some point, on albums such as Calypso (RCA Camden CAL 360), Don’t Stop the Carnival (Flapper 7825), and Calypso Breakaway (Rounder Records 1054). Now, thanks to some pretty unsung benefactors over at archive.org, another handful of these most elusive recordings from the Golden Age can be enjoyed. And they are well worth listening to.
One of the stay-at-homes was the uncrowned swing king of calypso, King Radio. In “This Is the Life” (RCA Bluebird B-4572-B), he is singing an ode to his bachelor life with a gusto that almost blows the microphone membranes when the band joins him in the choruses. It is three minutes and 20 seconds of pure joyfulness, with Radio scatting away between verses while the musicians take their solo rounds. King Radio, Bert McLean, and the Jazz Hounds seem set on giving the “New Yorkers” a tough match with their home-brewed calypso swing. Both music- and lyrics-wise one can note a strong sense of freedom and intention here, as if they wanted to show that they could just as well stay at home and do their stuff—and do it good. “I’m a master of making records!” Radio confidently asserts at the end of the last verse.
Some other points of interest: If you listen closely before the band kicks off, you can hear Radio mumble something about “seven” and “jazz song”, like an instruction to the band. Maybe he informed them that there would be seven rounds/verses, which, indeed, there is. Also notable is the product placement of RCA in the fourth verse, and the sexual innuendo in the sixth, were Radio claims his telephone number is “double six nine”—reminiscent of Sparrow’s much later “Meh Number Is 69”. According to the ledgers at RCA Victor, some of the 1937 recordings were “confiscated by British” (under whose colonial jurisdiction Trinidad was at the time), possibly on charges of indecency. But this one managed to slip under the radar, apparently.
Hopefully, many more of these unique recordings will be dug up from state library vaults, and elsewhere, in the coming years.
Life, life life!
Tell the world, I don’t want no wife
I mean, the Radio living alone
And I want no woman to live at home
I got me radio electric and me telephone
and a decent put-away home
So they can call me by the one and the two and three
Bet your life, that don’t worry me
The marriage today is the fashion now
In a week your wife makes a row
What they does?
Move out everything and leave you all alone
And back the van in a next man home
Ah got a RCA radio combination
to give me satisfaction
I just sit down every night in me Morris chair
Get me music from everywhere
A got a maroon sedan to drive me round
as to view all the girls in town
What I gotta get?
Rhythm in me [gears?] on top me bed
[to me bodies?] to lie their head
Any girl wanna see me, they must point a time
The [telephone?] is double six nine
And if they hesitate, or a minute late
Bet your life, they can’t rock me gate
As an artist I have the capability
Don’t make […] personality
And ah sure that me name could never fall
I’m a master in making records