Went to Cornwall for a wedding over the weekend.
I'm sure my fifteen-year-old self would cringe at the thought of Future Sam not only going to, but thoroughly enjoying a sea shanty festival. I no longer care for the concept of cool.
You have not lived until you have seen a group of elderly German gentlemen singing What Shall We Do With The Drunken Sailor complete with a slapstick drunk. Who said Germans can't do comedy?
Though the festival (and
Skinner's Press Gang) plastered a smile across my face, I couldn't part with the £10 for the festival CD. My thinking was that it would never get played; That I will never have the urge to listen to sea shanties.
Stewing on this thought on the train back, I came to the realisation that some of the main attractions of shanties, the narrative, the history, and most pertinently the collective voice, are sated by other forms of popular music.