New Internationalist

London is the Place for Me

September 2002

A quavering piano replicates the chimes of Big Ben and then, as if by some sleight of hand, the London fog parts and a small calypso band – far closer to the feel of Buena Vista Social Club than one might expect – swings into its first impressions of 1948 Britain.

Simply magnificent,’ pronounces Lord Kitchener (real name Aldwyn Roberts) fresh off the ship that brought the first migrants from the Caribbean, ‘Hampton Court is my residence.’ If the music weren’t so upbeat, the irony would shine through like a black sun.

Bringing together 20 now little-heard songs, this CD celebrates Trinidadian calypso’s arrival in London in the 10 years or so after 1945. Over 50 years later, it’s tempting to look back with rose-tinted glasses. But London is the Place for Me reminds us that the British Empire’s capital city wasn’t so ready to take its new citizens to its heart. Lord Beginner’s ‘Mix Up Matrimony’ is optimistic, to say the least. Lord Kitchener makes a huge joke out of London’s welcome to its black immigrants; he repeats the joke in ‘My Landlady’ (‘restrictions to break your heart’) but, once ensconced, the calypso starts to raise a voice of opposition. Elsewhere, the calypso is a link to home, thematically (‘Jamaica Hurricane’) and more subtly. In the lilting voices, the muted trumpets and soft, still danceable rhythms, one hears the siren call of a land far away in time and distance.

Front cover of New Internationalist magazine, issue 349 This column was published in the September 2002 issue of New Internationalist. To read more, buy this issue or subscribe.

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