The Cork fisherman who inspired Andrew Weatherall’s tattoo and mantra has been found
A year ago today, the DJ, producer, raconteur and inspiration to countless dancers, musicians and club fiends, Andrew Weatherall, passed away at the age of 56.
One of his biggest supporters in Ireland, the RnaG An Taobh Tuathail presenter Cian ร Cรญobhรกin hosted the man at club nights in Galway during the 2000s and recounted in palpable vivid detail his personal experiences with The Guv’nor for RTร last week
When Weatherall passed this time last year, an anecdote about the DJ given a lift by a local seaman who gifted him the praise “fail we may, sail we must,” which Weatherall had tattooed on his body afterwards.
On the one year anniversary of his passing, Cian renewed the search to find that man who gave Weatherall a lift to his gig one time, and in doing so, gifted him his mantra, the title to the opening song on his debut album, and a phrase that has since been adopted as a mantra for the legions who respected and loved Weatherall’s talents.
It was a phrase that Weatherall talked about with an interview in Dummy:
Thereโs a song called โFail we may, sail we mustโ. Is that something youโve lived by?
I suppose so. That was handily capsulated by a fisherman I met in County Cork. This young lad picked me up for the gig and he was 21 and was a trawlerman. He wanted to know about the glamourous world of DJing, to which I said, Itโs bollocks, itโs discoโs, tell me about tales of the sea. He told me about being 18 in a force nine gale, his father, the captain, broke his leg so he had to captain the ship. I was thinking, I couldnโt even look after myself at that age let alone a trawler boat in a force 9 gale. I asked him, Are there times when you get up in the morning and you canโt be arsed? And he said, fail we may, sail we must. Which led to me spending hundreds of pounds and a lot of pain having it tattooed up the sides of my arms. Iโve got a pretty good work ethic and sometimes you have a heavy night and want to phone in poorly but if this guy can captain a ship in a force 9 gale Iโm sure I can get up and spend two hours in a disco.
After a callout instigated by Cian that included an Irish Examiner by Des O’Driscoll, that fisherman has been found.
Cian shared a post in full explaining how this chance encounter in Cork in 2008 lead to the phrase:
For years I had wondered who the 21-year old Cork fisherman who had told Andrew Weatherall the tale about skippering a trawler in a Force 9 gale was. Many of us had. Andrew would reference the story regularly in interviews as the reason why he went to a lot of trouble and expense to get the words โFail we may, sail we must,โ tattooed on both his arms.
Well, this evening, on the eve of the first anniversary of the death of The Guvโnor, we finally located the young man. His name is Gerard Sheehy and back in July of 2008, when a mate of his, asked him to โfill inโ for him and pick up Andrew and drive him to โCork X Southwestโ festival in Skibbereen, Gerard duly obliged. He would get a free ticket for his endeavours and also spend the night in the DJ booth while The Guvโnor DJ-ed.
Iโm going to give you a succinct version of the story, based on a conversation I had with Gerard on the phone moments ago. No doubt this will be covered in more detail in the future, as there are stories-within-stories to be told. Iโll do my best to keep it brief and on point.
I sent out an APB on Twitter yesterday, wondering if anyone knew who the young man in Andrewโs story was. There were a buzz about the tweet for 24 hours as it got shared by curious folk, mostly those involved in music, but ultimately after a few briefly promising leads, it led to a few dead ends and fizzled out. But, today at lunchtime, Des O Driscoll in โThe Examinerโ published a piece to say I was looking for him. And โfishingโ Twitter, in the guise of โThe Skipperโโs journal twitter account also got involved and informed us โWe have a few leads already. Stay tuned!โ
A friend of the Baltimore trawlerman, Billy Cummings got in touch with me later in the afternoon VIA my socials to tell us that Gerard was our man. He forwarded me Gerardโs phone number. Gerard, who these days skippers his fatherโs boat, the Lovon, had spent his afternoon mending a net, while the excitement in my house and online built. We finally got to chat a few moments ago.
It turns out that Gerard had no idea who Andrew Weatherall was at the time he picked him up – his friends would later fill him in over the years on WhatsApp groups about Andrewโs subsequent work. He picked him up from Cork Airport and dropped him off at Caseyโs Hotel in Baltimore. En route to west Cork, he did, indeed, ask Andrew about the glamorous world of DJing, which Andrew adroitly deflected by asking him what he did for a living. Gerard confirmed what many of us who had met him already knew: Weatherall was a man more interested in finding more about you, than he was talking about himself and his music.
When Weatherall asked him to tell his seafaring stories, Gerard was only too happy to oblige. He was a 21-year old man at the time and this was a subject he was very much at ease talking about, as โIโve been fishing since I could walk boiโ.
Gerard did indeed tell Andrew the story about his father breaking his leg in a storm and both himself and his companion having to skipper the boat in his stead. At one stage he uttered the words โFail she may, but go she mustโ, which is a variation of what Weatherall would come to tattoo on both his arms, use as a song title and which his legion of admirers would subsequently come to adopt as a kind of mantra. Over the course of the trip to west Cork and again the next day, when Gerard drove him back to the airport.
Andrew enquired about the phrase. In fact, it was the very last thing Andrew asked him about as Gerard dropped him off at the airport.What Andrew didnโt know is that Gerard himself had that very variation of the phrase tattooed on his own chest – โFail we may, but go she mustโ – in New Zealand two years previously. We can only speculate why Andrew altered the phrase a little. Poetic license. Or, a different rhythm he warmed to. He may have misheard the phrase slightly. Or perhaps he didnโt want to go through the pain of having extra words stencilled on his skin. My guess is that Gerardโs phrase set his mind in motion and that the poet in Andrew decided upon the simple words โFail we may, sail we mustโ.
Hereโs the thing. Until this evening, Gerard didnโt realise that a phrase he had casually uttered to the visiting DJ had rippled out into the world through Weatherall. He hadnโt been made aware of John Burgessโ famous interview in โDummy,โ and had never seen photos of Andrew with his famous tattoo. In fact, just before Gerard chatted to me, he had gone online and was staggered to see how often Andrew had mentioned their chance meeting in interviews online and was completely bowled over by how the phrase had taken on its own lease of life, independent of their encounter, rippling through the worlds of music and art and beyond.
Youโll hear in more detail about their encounter in the weeks and months ahead, but Iโm delighted that we finally found our fisherman, Gerard Sheehy, the man whose lovely and inspiring phrase will be remembered by all of us whose lives were touched by Weatherall the man and Weatherall the artist. Iโm delighted to tell you also that Gerard is a soft-spoken and thoughtful young man, not unlike The Guvโnor in his manner, who is completely blown away to learn this evening about the impact of a few small words from their brief encounter in the summer of 2008.
