Sandyfromvancouver wrote:Your father in law sounds cool, Low D. Mine's lovely too tho' I'd never get such a book as that from him.
Yeah, he's alright. Concocted the whole Irish/Jamacian dub connection years before anyone got around to making the music. Made sure that my now-partner grew up on a steady diet of stuff like
Red Roses for Me, too. From Dublin, relocated here (or more specifically Haidi Gwaii, aka Queen Chrlotte Islands) as a child.
But now i'm reading
The Ghost Map: The story of London's Most Terrifying Epidemic - and how it changed science, cities, and the modern world by Steven Johnson (author of
Everything Bad is Good For You), a gift from my biological parents back east. And so i finally know what a "tosher" is. Plus, I've discovered a great, unwritten traditional ballad of working-class life & death olde Britain (are you paying attention, Mr. Woods?):
... city landlords hired the men to remove the "night soil" from the overflowing cesspools of their buildings. The collecting of human excrement was a venerable occupation; in medieval times they were called "rakers" and "gong-fermores," ... Whlie the rakers and their decendants made a good wage, the work conditions could be deadly: in 1326, an ill-fated laborer by the name of Richard the Raker fell into a cesspool and literally drowned in human shit.I shall expect to hear "The Ballad of RIchard the Raker" on the next album (or maybe the faux-Dylan, americanna style "The Lonesome Death of Richie Raker"?)