Song of the day – 187: Prince Buster

So it turns out the assumed stomach cramps I suffered listening to Phil Collins instead of watching Robert Forster were actually something rather more serious – an inflamed gall bladder that for a few days had the surgeons in the emergency ward at the Royal Brisbane Hospital for Women wondering whether it had infected my liver as well. Fortunately, it hadn’t: otherwise I might not be sitting here typing these words.

It took me a few days to recuperate after returning home, but now (touch wood) I’m back on track. To celebrate, I thought I’d post another track from the omnipresent Bluebeat 45s compilations – it was the first music I played back from the hospital, and the only music that all four of us can agree upon. Daniel does the most delightful little jig whenever he hears a crackly old ska beat starting up.

This particular track, ‘The Fugitive’ by Prince Buster is just about the purest – and most rocking!, obviously – example of the genre I can think of: so mellow and proud and gentle and head-on danceable. It’s taken me a while to track down some prime Prince Buster (he didn’t half put out a bunch of crap as well), but trust me – the gold is pure gold.

P.S. I only have volumes one and six in this series. If anyone knows of where I can find the others I would be most grateful.

by Everett True

My name is Everett True. I am a music critic. This is what I do. I criticise music. The clue is in my job description – music critic. I do not consider myself a journalist, as I do not research or report hard news. I do not consider myself a commentator as I believe that everyone should be a participant. I criticise people and in return I am not surprised if other people criticise me. It is part of the whole deal of being in the public arena. I am Everett True. Believe in me and I have power like a God. Quit believing in me and I no longer exist.