Showing posts with label Stan Hugill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stan Hugill. Show all posts

Saturday, April 30, 2011

They paved Paradise Street...

To misquote Joni Mitchell; "They paved Paradise Street, put up a shoping mall...". This Liverpool street was described by Stan Hugill in his book Sailortown as the most well-known street of Liverpool's Sailortown, and was infested by an army of prostitutes known as 'Liverpool Judies', and the street was lined with bars, brothels, and cheap boarding houses all designed to relieve the sailors of their money.

"Oh, as I was a-rollin' down Paradise Street,
Way, hay, blow the man down!
A Liverpool scuffer I chanct fer ter meet,
Oh, gimme some time ter blow the man down!"

Paradise Street in Liverpool One
The street is now part of the retail heaven developed by the Grosvenor Estate; Liverpool One, designed to relieve shoppers of their money!

Thursday, April 07, 2011

Bound for South Australia

My sister and her family are about to fly out to Australia from Scotland for an extended Easter break; they may think that they are escaping the Royal Wedding fever currently infecting the British media but I firmly believe that they will find themselves trapped in some outpost of the old Empire where Prince William is worshipped as a minor deity!
Anyway here is a wonderful Youtube clip of the "last shantyman", Stan Hugill, leading a vigourous chorus including Johnny Collins, Jim Mageean, Danny MacLeod, Shanty Jack and Mike and Steve Wilson in 'Bound for South Australia'.

Bon Voyage!

Matthew





Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Celebrating the last shantyman

Last weekend, November 18 &19, a large and very loud group of singers met in Liverpool to wish a happy hundredth birthday to the last of the working shantymen, Stan Hugill. Stan may have died in 1992, but his spirit was very emphatically present at this celebration of the songs of the sea which he did so much to preserve.

Stan was born on the other side of the Mersey at the Coastguard station in Hoylake, Cheshire in 1906 where his father was one of the Coastguards. His father and grandfather were both singers, and their songs were written down in notebooks which were passed down to Stan. The family moved to other stations before returning to Liverpool where Stan finished his schooling, and from where he began his sailing career in the early 1920's. On board the last of the commercial sailing ships Stan learned the work songs of the sailors; the shanties which accompanied the heavy tasks of heaving and hauling. Stan was the shantyman on the Garthpool, the last British four-masted bark, which was wrecked off Cape Verde in 1929. After further adventures ashore and at sea, including four years in a German POW camp, Stan became an instructor at the Outward Bound School at Aberdovey, Wales from 1950 to 1975.

It was during a period of enforced rest from his work at the School following a broken leg that Stan began to research sea shanties, the results of which he published in 1961 in the magisterial "Shanties from the Seven Seas". The book met an enthusiastic response in the atmosphere of the post-war British Folk Revival, and Stan himself found an welcoming audience for his songs in the folk clubs during the Sixties and later. To his delight and surprise the new generation were able to replicate the rough and ready sound of a ship's crew that to his ears was nearly as good the original. In Liverpool the Spinners folk group especially found inspiration from Stan, and he wrote regular articles in his 'Bosun's Locker' column for 'Spin' magazine. A group of Liverpool singers, Stormalong John, sang with Stan frequently, most memorably perhaps at the 1984 Garden Festival. Until his death in 1992 Stan travelled all over the world inspiring new audiences with the real salt flavour of shanties. This weekend in Liverpool was a chance for the younger generation to pay tribute to Stan.

As yet there is no memorial to Stan where the old Coastguard Cottages once stood in Hoylake; perhaps his songs and his books are his best memorial, but he well deserves some kind of permanent tribute in Wirral or in the port city of Liverpool.

Matthew Edwards