I am not overly excited to announce the debut of my new sea shanty group "The Stormy Dan'ls". Almost as improbable as integrity and erudition in politics, all the guys in the group are named Dan'l. They're pretty much scum and dregs, rather like the denizens of many American state legislatures. But shanty singers have always been in short supply where I live, and even more than usual in times like these, one must take what one can get. Allow me to introduce them.
Was he ever incarcerated in the famous Devon prison? If he was, odds are he was never officially released. If he wasn't, it's a definite lapse on the part of the authorities. In any case, he's not telling and it seemed wiser not to press the matter too far.
Found tranquilly floating on the Baltic in a rubber raft, he really belongs in a rubber room. Claims he was paddling home across a Tahiti lagoon after a few mai-tais at the Tiki bar and took a wrong turn. Well, he does sing tenor. More or less. In such times, one takes what one can get.
Dredging bottom was certainly what I did when I signed him on. Gaslighter extraordinaire, with rare talent for dragging things through the muck. Only the 45th presidential regime in my native country could top him. Because, in a fetid sort of way, he reminded me of my native shores - I took him on. I already regret it.
Sings the low part, of course.
The name says it all, folks. In such times, one takes what one can get.
This new tidal force in the shanty world has been spawned in unprecedented times of Social Distancing, which is definitely the best way to work with these scurvy barnacles. The more distance the better. There are no plans to tour. Ever.
The Stormy Dan'ls Introduction Video