Mustard Relics Reggae-esque Mix tape

natty-dreadlockRandom google search photo of what I assume is a Rasta, who probably listens to Reggae music…look and judge. Love those big meaty dreads… I was relatively late to the reggae thing. Heard Bad Brains doing their mediocre take on Reggae in the early 80s and wasn’t into it, so wrote off the whole scene. Even Mr. Marley didn’t do it for me, back then. The spark came with my introduction to ska music, one of the many sub-genres of Reggae or perhaps a cousin to it. When I was in high school during my bald headed phase, I met my first authentic Jamaican Rasta at a bus stop. I don’t remember much of our conversation except that he made a good impression and he considered me a rude boy ala Skinhead Moonstomp. Not too much later in college, that same bald head would cause me to be accused of being “one of those nazi skinhead dudes” (with my black hair, brown eyes, dark skin, obviously not a pure breed) and subsequently inspire Garden Weasel’s Look and Judge.  Now some 30 years later I’ve got a lot of Reggae listening under my belt.  From Rocksteady to Dancehall, Dub to Roots, I’ve been to the concerts and festivals, got the records on my shelves. The people close to me over the years haven’t really been reggae oriented other than maybe late 70s English Ska, so I have just been turned on to bits and pieces at a time from various folks. This here list of tunes was originally a comp that I made for friends and for my own personal listening. It represents the best of the best that I have run across and as the title suggests it spans many genres under the artificial umbrella that I understand to be Reggae. These are the songs that touched in some way, shape or form, the ones that mean something to me.  Funny, even with my crappy memory, I can pretty much remember how each song came into my life.  If you are someone who is more in the know, you might find that these just touch the surface and that most of these are hits, not too much underground stuff. Here it is in YT links (if you are like minded, hit me up and I will send you a link for the comp)…

Only recently discovered this gem. Always loved the Madness version, but this original is over the top…
Prince Buster – One Step Beyond
Long about ’88 my buddy Gage blew my mind with the whole Trojan records Rocksteady scene…
The Ethiopians – Engine 54
Dirty Steve turned me onto this guy in the late 90’s during my heavy drinking phase…
Barrington Levy – Here I come
That Trojan thing again, you just can’t have a comp like this without including the epic voice of Mr. Dekker…
Desmond Dekker – Israelites
One day in college when I was working as a grounds keeper in the dorms, I heard this kid playing this guy and was immediately blown away by the dub poetry thing…
Linton Kwesi Johnson – Five Nights of Bleeding (for Leroy Harris)
My Son turned me onto this one, it’s on the soundtrack for one of the Tony Hawk skateboarding games..
Sister Nancy – Bam Bam
My buddy Rob, the source of a lot of Reggae listening and good weed back in college…I always identified with it as I felt that as a man who kept his head shaved that I too had thrown away the comb…
The Twinkle Brothers – Throw the Comb Away
Again you can’t have a comp like this without the King and Fathead. Gage turned me onto Yellowman and I saw him in Berkeley in ’88 with this sweetheart Cariann. My failed relationship with her inspired the Garden Weasel song CAH. I guess I shouldn’t say failed relationship, more like I never told her how much I cared for her before she moved away…
Yellowman & Fathead – I Can’t Stand It
Saw the movie The Harder They Come and loved this tune, the violent world of Reggae…
The Slickers – Johnny Too Bad
Randomly picked up this comp CD called Leaping Frog from that record store over by San Diego State…
General Pecos – Put Up Yu Hand
This was the soundtrack for me in my weed growing days…
John Holt – Police In Helicopter
Thanx to Dirty Steve again…there is no better voice in Reggae music…
Barrington Levy – Murderer
My buddy Rob again…dedicated to my Mom, “me cry, she say don’t cry no more”…Saw him a few times…
Eek-a-Mouse – Ganja Smuggling
Dub poetry at it’s finest, came to me sometime while I was in college…
Mutabaruka – Bun Dung Babylon
One of the tunes that inspired me to learn the saxophone…
The Specials – Ghost Town
One of my first exposures to Reggae via my Samoan friend Toma, the voice this guy had was incredible and one of kind…
Prince Far I – Throw Away Your Gun
A recent find while randomly surfing YT, a stretch to call this Reggae, but that this lady can really belt out a tune…
Soom T – Boom Shiva
Love these ladies…
The Bodysnatchers – Ruder Than You
A gal I was seeing back in the mid 90s turned me onto this guy, can’t remember her name which is sad because I was very intimate with her for about six months (sad)…
Mikey Dread – Heavy Weight Style
A random find in the mid 80s…
The Rastafarians – This Ya Music
The Yellowman reference brought me to this one…
Shabba Ranks – Where Does Slackness Come From

…on the extended mix, tunes that I thought of later that I wish I could have squeezed in…

My buddy Gage again, Reggae Rap at it’s finest…
Don Baron – Fast Talk Man
The first Wife’s favorite reggae tune…
Gregory Isaacs – Night Nurse
Another tune off that Leaping Frog comp…
Screeche Joe – Looking Back In Life
Saw these guys several times throughout the years…
Skatalites – Simmer down
My dear ex-girlfriend Darryn turned me onto the Long Beach dub Allstars as she was a huge Sublime fan…
Long beach dub Allstars – Freestyle Medley (feat Half Pint

I sent this comp to my buddy Alex, and he loved it, remembering many of the songs from our early days of hanging out.  It did spark a conversation about homophobia in reggae music and in Rastafarianism in general.  Fuck that shit, how hypocritical can you be, to have a movement focused on being the downtrodden underdog, uplifting and then to single out a group just as downtrodden. I knew a little bit about that back in the day as there was some kind of feud between MDC and the Bad Brains, it inspired MDC’s Pay To Come Along

We don’t need no Jah fascist doctrine
We don’t need to be so uptight
Hide your eyes from the truth
Not to be free but to be right

New World Order of old world lies
Jesus dons a new disguise
When people gave you homes and their love
You gave back hate from high above

Couldn’t help us fight the fight
Get together black and white
Returned all your support with abuse
And intolerance beyond excuse

Black hardcore, hot and mad
Such good lyrics, it’s so sad
Could have taken up a stand
Been the most important band

Looking out for number one holiest of guests
Smoking crucial herb while ignoring all your debts
They have shown for all to see, being musically blessed
Makes you no better than anyone else
Frail and human like all the rest

Oh, well we tell you what it cost
We’ll never know what was really lost

Your selfishness has really been a burn
A lesson bitter we had to learn

We don’t need no Jah jive security
We don’t need to be so uptight
See you hide your eyes from the truth
Not to be free, but to be right

So if I could be granted a disclaimer, if any of these folks on my comp is a homophobe..FUCK THEM! I will say that for the most part the people who create are no different than those of us who consume, they are faulted, who knows what evil lurks behind the scenes. Did some reading about this phenomena and came up with the article below. A really good read and I have only posted it just in case the link dies, so for all intents and purposes you too should go to the source and read it at Rootfire

Why Hate Reggae? When Reggae is Bigot Music
By SEMAJ SURREAL on JAN 27, 2015 •

“You must kill them. All of the batty men run when you see them. All up in your community, mon, me gon’ kill them. Man need a woman, can’t live without them, that’s why me comin’ after them!”

That’s what I sang into the microphone.

I paused. “So what is the ‘Batty Man’? Is that like the police or somethin’?”

We were in a makeshift studio close to the Arts Center in Accra, Ghana. Lonely Planet accurately describes the Arts Center as, “a warren of stalls selling arts and crafts. The level of aggressive hassling may make you want to keep your cedis in your pocket but if you have the patience and wherewithal, you can come away with good-quality handicrafts from all over Ghana.”

It’s where I met drum makers, traded beat up Nike’s for a yellow Ghana track suit, and hung with Rastas. I got my weed under a sign that said “No War” from a guy who had a guitar case full of joints. I ended up living down there for a while.

“No mon. Homosexual”

Hold up. I put down the mic.

I had been troubled by the beat from the beginning. It was digital. Aggressive, yet lifeless. I gave my buddy the benefit of the doubt. We had spoken of making some music together the night we met and he saved me from jail. He said he was a musician.

It seems he was more of a vocalist though. I was gonna throw down a verse on some pre-recorded beats that he had.

It was my ignorance completely, but I had been generally disappointed meeting aspiring musicians in Ghana. We would bond in conversation over shared values of “roots” aesthetics, but when they showed me their music, it was usually some drum machines and cheesy hip hop sounds. In Ghana? Drums and ballaphones everywhere and you use some casio beats? It was a style thing and a resources thing. I get it now. But that’s another story.

My buddy was teaching me the chorus. We were gonna sing it in unison.

Not that I was comfortable singing about killing cops, or anybody for that matter. Gay people though? This was straight bigot music. I thought we were gonna make some reggae.

So how to approach? I’m in Africa. Maybe he will think I’m gay. What if I was? Do I have to tell him that I’m not? Is this a cultural thing? I can’t sing this tune.

Right outside of the room two or three couples of men passed by holding hands. This is commonly seen in Ghana. Men I knew would often grab my hand and start walking with me. It was uncomfortable. I was 20. I was masculine. I could hold my own and pull away, but how awkward would that be?

The handholding was not gay. Merely fraternal. If it was even hinted as being gay, it would be shunned and avoided at all costs. Most men I met in Ghana preferred to be perceived as anti-gay.

“Ya mon. This is like a public service announcement. Homosexual men come from France, from Denmark, and they take advantage of the poor young boys. They pay them for sex. They spread HIV. This is an awareness song about the dangers of homosexuals.”

“Well, you are telling your audience to go kill the homosexuals in their community. I don’t know man. Writing music is sacred. It’s a big responsibility. I don’t think I can sing about promoting the killing of anybody. I’m sorry. I can’t do this tune.”

“No, I don’t actually mean I want them killed. It’s just a song.”

The energy was awkward. We got into it. I argued that the men he is angry with do not represent homosexuals. Those men were turning young boys into prostitutes. It’s pedophilia and exploitation of the poor, certainly sinful on my moral compass.

He kept insisting it was just a song.

“But you want people to hear the song right? What happens if some kid listens to you? You have the space for a message and this is how you are gonna use it?”

That was 2002. Since then, we have all seen the tides begin to turn globally in the struggle of LGBT rights and awareness. I grew up calling techno music gay and my best friends faggots. In time I learned about respect and intentions, and why language is so powerful and dangerous.

At the time, I was totally unaware of the connection between reggae and international homophobia. Reggae is known to many as hateful music. There is an international campaign, Stop Murder Music, that has successfully worked to deny certain “reggae” artists visas into Western nations to perform. The same artists have had songs removed from iTunes at the request of the organization, on account of homophobic lyrics.

To think of reggae as music of hate? When and where did this all go wrong?

Certainly, we could hypothesize Bob Marley was anti-gay. Regarding homosexuality, Rastafari is parallel in its ethos to many fundamentalist Christian sects. Like all religions, its members represent a spectrum of beliefs ranging from extremist to casual identifier. Echoing most churches in the world, Rastafarians, for the most part, view homosexuality as a sin.

Rastafari, having origin in Jamaica, has a vulnerability that the U.S. churches do not; being victims of colonialism and third world exploitation.

Internationally, the black community has been criticized for harbouring stigma against homosexuals. Uganda and Jamaica are frequently railed against as the most dangerous countries to be gay in. The stance often stems from religious beliefs. Nation of Islam has had a similar effect on some Hip-Hop music in the States.

While Stop Murder Music targeted other hateful music such as Nazi punk, gay bashing reggae was the only hate music that was topping the charts internationally.

What was the relevant fear here? Why was this message connecting with people? Why had the subject of a liberation music changed from “Africa Unite” to “Boom Boom Bye”?

The lore of white men coming to rape their sons was prevalent in Jamaica as well as Ghana. While the threat certainly exists, there are also white men coming to rape their daughters, in instances that are much more flamboyant and prevalent in frequency.

Why were we not singing about the open market of teenage girl prostitutes that is every main road when the sun goes down?

Each of these countries have what could be identified as natural, gay communities within them. Despite local rhetoric, all gayness is not foreign.

Why are we ordering for the murder of ALL homosexuals in the community, if the threat is foreign and easy to spot? Are they vampires? If once bitten, will the preyed become the predator?

Bob Marley may have had his beliefs, but he certainly didn’t propagate violence towards anybody for their sexual orientation in his songs. The gay bashing lyrics started to be heard in reggae music throughout the late ‘80s, as international awareness and concerns about HIV were being tied to the gay community. Buju Banton famously sang the song “Boom Boom Bye” , which calls for the killing of homosexuals. He recorded it when he was 15, before he was famous. It was written, apparently, in response to a man/boy rape case in Jamaica. If you click on the youtube link, you can follow the fascinating thread of angry comments and discussion that has followed this song for over 20 years. The song was re-released in 1992, after Buju broke Bob Marley’s record for the most number one singles in a year. The song advocates shooting gay men in the head, pouring acid on their bodies, and burning them alive.

He has publicly apologized for the lyrics in “Boom Boom Bye,” but the stigma has followed him. Angry protesters met him at every U.S. and European show ever since. He continues to be accused of public homophobic rants and assaults on gay Jamaicans, even after he signed a pledge called the Reggae Compassionate Act with other reggae artists, in which they promised to refrain from performing homophobic songs or making homophobic statements.

While buying joints out of the guitar case under the “No War” sign, the rasta told me that Buju had also bought joints there. Banton was highly regarded by the Ghanaian Rastas. From Accra to Cape Coast, everyone seemed to have a story about smoking a spliff with him down by the beach. He was real. He was of the people. He wandered down to the sea, off the beaten path, to enjoy local herbs with Ghanaian brethren. It was interpreted as a great gesture of equality to his fans and admirers.

He was highly respected. His lyrics were studied and repeated. He was an international role model, like Bob Marley.

Such tension. Buju is a truly outstanding artist. A troubled story of talent. Buju rose from poverty to power through music. His conscious growth is documented in his albums. A young uneducated poverty-stricken teen spewing language of hate and intolerance became a voice of faith and wisdom in just a few short years. His song, “Untold Stories”, is one of the most powerful tunes to ever come out of Jamaica, often compared to “Redemption Song” by Bob Marley.

“It’s a competitive world for low budget people, spending a dime while earning a nickel,” he sings.

He can relate. He knows the struggle. It’s uplifting. This from the man who authored “Boom Boom Bye”.

Many popular reggae artists were targeted by the Stop Murder Music campaign for gay bashing.

I was introduced to Jamaican dancehall in Ghana. I fell in with a group of Bobo Ashanti identifying Rasta kids my age. They listened to Capleton, Bounty Killah, Sizzla, Beenie Man, Elephant Man, all of whom, have produced violent lyrics aimed at the gay community.

How seriously were these lyrics taken? How dangerous are they?

In Jamaica, homosexuality is a criminal offence. There are multiple reports of violence against gays and lesbians, sometimes while chanting the lyrics to “Boom Boom Bye”. In 1997, 35 gay men were murdered in Jamaica and the LGBT community still has much to fear in 2014. Jamaica has been dubbed possibly the most homophobic country in the world.

Though much international attention has been brought in an effort to shame the Caribbean island, the hate continues to permeate the culture, especially among macho young men. It was determined that homophobic feelings were most prevalent in groups of males who listened to dancehall.

Banton and other artists continue to apologize, but the fire was lit. Their word is gospel to many around the world. Songs are forever. Those lyrics are still being heard by youth discovering reggae.

And this is what some people think when they hear reggae. Hate music. Fear-mongering, mob-mobilizing music.

There is an endless amount of literature concerning the subject of gay bashing in reggae. Some argue that it is freedom of speech, and denying these artists a place to express is yet another racist silencing of third world voices. Others argue that once you advocate violence towards a group, you are denying those victims their own freedom of speech and expression— freedom to be out without fearing for their lives, freedom to express their love to a partner in public.

Certainly LGBT people have had documented legitimate concerns in communities where this type of reggae is mainstream. Dancehall artists have spread homophobic language into everyday syntax. “Batty” is a common term in Jamaican patois that means gay. It is demeaning. It gets dropped pretty casually in many circles. Like “fag” used to in the U.S.

Who are these artists though? So many of them are coming from poor and disenfranchised communities themselves. What is their real fear? How has their community shaped their views? Homophobia is not a symptom of poverty; far from it.

Does the hate trickle down? Or is it saturated from bottom to top? Ernest Smith, an MP for the ruling Jamaica Labour Party, used a parliamentary debate to claim that “homosexual activities seem to have taken over this country” and gay men are “abusive, violent”. He added that “acts of gross indecency” between consenting gay men should be punishable by sentences of up to life imprisonment.

It has been said that in the colonial exchange, the Western powers took all resources and left the colonized men with right to machismo, in what scholars have dubbed the “colonial bargain.”

Much of the hate music has hailed from Bobo Shanti Rastas such as Capleton, Sizzla, and Lutan Fyah. Remember, Bobo Shanti is the Rasta sect that strictly adheres to literal biblical text. This would be like if the Westboro Baptist Church was producing artists that were pumping out #1 singles. In an ironic twist, many of these artists have been denied visas to the U.K, whose nation was responsible for bringing Christianity to Jamaica before becoming more tolerant of difference in the late 20th century.

Many of the sodomy laws on the Jamaican books, are no doubt, left over from colonial rule. It is reported that even today, U.S. evangelical groups have been instrumental in keeping these laws active.

The Stop Murder Music campaign that began in the U.K. in the ‘90s, was well organized, and highly successful in its mission. Many of these artists careers will be forever tainted. The entire genre has been stigmatized. Search the internet and you will find the remnants of message boards dedicated to stopping these artists at every venue they tried to play. People got in touch. Phone calls were made. Petitions were signed. Money was lost.

In the U.S., it seems that the young budding reggae fans are ultimately interested in the roots music. Bob Marley was originally promoted to the white hippie audience in the United States, despite his songs often focusing on an Afrocentric discourse.

The scene that buys Rebelution, SOJA, and Panda records, are the children of that scene. It is multi-ethnic and international, but still not overly black.

They don’t embrace dancehall for the most part. It seems to be more of an aesthetic preference than an outwardly political choice. Roots music will take your blood pressure down, sing you a melody you can reflect on, and simplify your love. It is slow. Meditative.

Dancehall is hugely popular anywhere in the world where there are West Indian people, and then some. The music is radically different from roots. It is coarse. Aggressive. Futuristic. Intensely sexual. Highly electronic, even in its early days. From NYC hipsters to San Francisco dreads, dancehall is far from dead. The reggae tree keeps growing, evolving its sound and rhetoric day by day.

While these branches of reggae music grow further apart, they still end up on the same charts, the same radio stations, and on the same bin of the record shop.

The “anti-homo” wave seemed to roll off around 2004, despite the major players dishonouring of the Reggae Compassionate Act. While the tunes of the sub-genre still generally focus on guns, drugs, and women, the “batty boy” has been less of a theme. If artists harbour such beliefs, they are not putting their money into them.

They are not a crowd to be silenced though. So much of what they say is totally right on, only to fail miserably when it comes to the subject of homosexuality. These are powerful performers. They are focused and dedicated to their craft. They are on a mission of exposing what they think the truth is.

Listen to Sizzla, for example, he has no qualm explaining (at 3:08) his disdain for homosexuals, and his mission to work with the Jamaican government in an effort to keep the country free from gay people. Then watch the rest of the video. This is no fool. His colonial critique is crucial. His fanaticism is frightening. We hope for the next generation to embrace the former, and unshackle themselves from the latter.

Outside of the Bobo camp, artists like I-Octane are credited for their conscious subject matter and inspiration from more mellow Rastafari teachings, while electronic music DJ’s such as Major Lazer have absorbed and popularized much of the dancehall sound to another new, young, sometimes gay, white audience.

The “anti-homo” dancehall still gets lots of spins at certain parties in the U.K. and Canada though,

“If I’m playing at a gay house party, I kill it with the homophobic records.” says Biggy C, a popular gay DJ in the UK.

So when a journalist calls me, and asks if we play reggae, I am never thinking that they might consider me a gay-bashing Christian zealot. Hopefully they never will. Hopefully this chapter of reggae is closing with the arrival of newer, conscious artists, who can take the wisdom of those before them and leave the bigotry for time to decompose.

I never recorded any music with my Ghanaian friend. We reasoned for quite a while about what should be sung about. We each so wanted to understand each other and make things cool. I remember that in the end, he claimed he didn’t care if a man had sex with a goat, as long as they were in love. It was quite a departure from the message he was putting forth in his public service announcement of a song. I wondered if he had any other songs? He didn’t seem too excited to show me. The collaboration was over.

Honestly, I didn’t feel that it was my place to tell him what to sing about. I was in a foreign land. All that I wanted to do was create with people, but I had yet to fully understand how much your identity is connected to the music you make. I wasn’t him. I wasn’t from his community. I wasn’t gonna lend him my voice to launch a campaign of hate and violence, though. This conversation was as far as my voice was gonna get.

Where I am from, people have had the privilege to champion campaigns for human rights of every kind, often because they are not suffering a direct attack against their own. I wasn’t sure that he was in the same situation. I feel that maybe he was, though, and he was simply picking the wrong battles.

Buju Banton is currently spending his fifth year in a federal prison for conspiracy to possess with intent to distribute five or more kilos of cocaine and for possession of a firearm. He was denied parole as of January 2015 and is expected to be released in 2019.

The day before his trial, he won a Grammy for best reggae album in the U.S. He was allowed to perform one concert between trials, which was held on January 16, 2011, to a sold-out crowd in Miami.

The homophobia and the drug charges are not related. Or are they? The story of how he was set up by an undercover DEA agent makes you even feel sorry for him. The two met on a plane, and the the agent hassled him for years until apparently, he finally agreed to connect him with someone who would sell weight in cocaine.

So basically Buju bragged that he could hook it up, and when doubted, his pride landed him in handcuffs. An easy trap?

Buju has said himself that he is a victim of his own ego. The machismo that plagues so many men in our world can be a prison in itself. In a musical sub-genre that promotes a constructed masculinity, young men are taught and tempted to adorn that prison.

Great reggae, in songs like “Redemption Song” and “Untold Stories”, offers tools to help break free of all prisons. Perhaps even the chains of a manly ego.

“Emancipate yourself from mental slavery; none but ourselves can free our minds” – Bob Marley “Redemption Song”

“I could go on and on, the full story has never been told” – Buju Banton “Untold Stories”

Bass player and songwriter for Giant Panda Guerilla Dub Squad, James feels, plays and lives the music. Lucky for us he also has the knack for remembering what happened and writing it down in his own voice.

it is you…

me-x2Winter storm Jupiter has me homebound today, not that I would go out and do much anyway…got music on the brain though, hahaha.  What day is today, Sunday? Time is a creature, and a sometimes insensitive one at that.

I don’t know what this song is about other than “pressure drop a drop on you”…I feel it though.  Rocksteady magic…

Hmm hmm hmm, yeah [x3]

It is you (oh yeah)
It is you, you (oh yeah)
It is you (oh yeah)

Cause a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah pressure drop a drop on you
I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah pressure drop a drop on you

I say when it drops, oh you gonna, feel it
Know that you were doing wrong
I say when it drops, oh you gonna, feel it
Know that you were doing wrong

Hmm hmm hmm, yeah [x3]

I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop a drop on you
I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop a drop on you

It is you (oh yeah)
It is you, you (oh yeah)
It is you (oh yeah)

I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop a drop on you
I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop a drop on you

I say when it drops, oh you gonna feel it
Pressure pressure pressure pressure
Pressure drops, oh pressure pressure pressure pressure
I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Pressure pressure pressure pressure gonna drop on you

Written by Frederick Hibbert

And then there’s this one…Dancehall amazingness…

(The King) Yellowman – Champion Ft. Ninja Man, Bounty Killer, Shabba Ranks, Tiger, Capleton, Burro Banton, Sizzla, Lady G, Sharrie, Buju Banton, Jigsy King, Josie Wales, Little Twitch, General Trees & Peter Metro

Was listening to my own contributions on Youtube and hit on one of the most popular ones, Yellowman & Fathead – Bad Boy Skanking. These days, when you’re done with a vid, after a few seconds, Youtube will pick a similar one and automatically play it. Well this vid came on and I was blown away, a ton of heavy hitters from the Jamaican dancehall scene. The King has seen better days, but he’s still out there doing his thing and when he makes the call you better answer…

As usual, in case that vid disappears as they often do on Youtube, try Yellowman – Champion

So the next vid that pops, was interesting too, because it features the King, but I’m a little uncertain about Brain Power, never heard of him, although he’s kinda growing on me and he gives proper respect to Yellowman. Yellowmans’s rap 3/4s of the way through is epic and I love how he’s sampled throughout…

Same thing, in case it disappears…Brainpower ft. Yellowman – Mic Bizniz

Mikey Dread – Heavy-Weight Style 10″

funny-gifs-imitation-is-sincereNot up on my reality TV, so I don’t know which one this is from, but good for a laugh. Hoydie-toydie people are in and of themselves, ridiculously ridiculous. Kanye and Kim had their baby, that was the opening headline on Yahoo the other day. Not NSA, protests in Turkey/Brazil or anything substantial.  It makes me think that whatever calamity befalls the human race is totally deserved, but I just wish it was more selective, like stupidity being painful. Was it the French revolution where they killed off all the royalty and their supporters, a ruling class genocide? About time for some more of that. The masses of sheep-like followers are more harmful than any spree shooter, tornado, earthquake or tsunami.  Not just useless, a detriment, a blight.

Mikey-Dread-Heavy-weight-Styl-546749Sorta posted this about 5 and a half years ago, HERE, but this time around I have the vinyl and the version of the title track is different. As I said in that post, I had borrowed a tape from from this lady and never gave it back. During my heavy drinking days I was dating (really, just having sex) her and the ony thing I remember is that she had big boobs. That was the only reason I liked her, very superficial during that time, actually I was a big time scum bag. I only stopped seeing her to be with another lady that I had seduced away from her husband, who was a friend of mine. Big time scum bag. The friends that I had at that time (really, just people I got drunk with every night), disowned me at that point. All good though, because I was spiraling out of control, poisoning myself with the bottle and I really didn’t care about anyone anyway. Sorry people, you just can’t compete with the bottle. About the only thing good that came out of this period, was Mikey Dread’s “Heavy-weight Style”…seriously. Listening to it doesn’t remind me of any of that bullshit, but it is like this tiny bit of treasure, a keepsake, a symbol of survival. I had been searching for this 10” single from 1983, for some time, and just recently it popped up on ebay, for a decent price.  Most of the people that come here probably aren’t into the reggae/ska thing, but this is some of the best.  What really gives the title track it’s character, is Mikey Dread’s unique voice and some really soulful trombone work (the trombone is such a soulful instrument on it’s own, like the cello).  Of the two other tunes, I like the dub version better, but neither one of those compares to “Heavy-Weight Style”…no doubt about that.  Give it a spin.

Heavy-Weight Style




Joe Strummer in The Harder They Come 7″

Kinda makes me dizzy.  Life has left me a little dizzy at times, in fact I think I spent about 10 years dizzy.  Yesterday was 7 ( damage, it’s 6 years)  years clean for me with dope or liquor in my blood…I still get dizzy sometimes though.

Another game for you, Circle the Cat, took me about an hour to conquer it.

I have Rudimentary Peni on the brain lately, took me a few days to listen to everything they have released, and I gotta say they do not have one bad song…not fucking one.  A great Rudi Peni cover…
Godless – Blissful Myth (Rudimentary Peni)
Speaking of RP, you can read about an extremely limited tune here, that’s not on any of their LPs/EPs. A longer track than most of their stuff, but it fits well with some of their latest works…
RUDIMENTARY PENI – Wilfred Owen the Chances
Except fot that and the Catastrophe bootleg, I’ve got everything they’ve released, but now I’m trying to get everything on vinyl.

An email I got from a friend in England that’s good for a laugh.

You have 2 cows.
You give one to your neighbour.
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and gives you some milk.
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and sells you some milk.
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and shoots you.
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both, shoots one, milks the other, and then throws the milk away…
You have two cows.
You sell one and buy a bull.
Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows.
You sell them and retire on the income.
You have two giraffes.
The government requires you to take harmonica lessons
You have two cows.
You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.
Later, you hire a consultant to analyse why the cow has dropped dead.
You have two cows.
You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters ofcredit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute adebt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get allfour cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows.
The milk rightsof the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman IslandCompany secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rightsto all seven cows back to your listed company.
The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more.
You sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States, leaving you with nine cows.
No balance sheet provided with the release.
The public then buys your bull.
You have two cows.
You go on strike, organise a riot, and block the roads, because you want three cows.
You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.
You then create a clever cow cartoon image called ‘Cowkimon’ and market it worldwide.
You have two cows.
You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.
You have two cows, but you don’t know where they are.
You decide to have lunch.
You have two cows.
You count them and learn you have five cows.
You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.
You count them again and learn you have 2 cows.
You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.
You have 5000 cows. None of them belong to you.
You charge the owners for storing them.
You have two cows.
You have 300 people milking them.
You claim that you have full employment, and high bovine productivity.
You arrest the newsman who reported the real situation.
You have two cows.
You worship them.
You have two cows.
Both are mad.
Everyone thinks you have lots of cows.
You tell them that you have none.
No-one believes you, so they bomb the **** out of you and invade your country.
You still have no cows, but at least now you are part of a Democracy….
You have two cows.
Business seems pretty good.
You close the office and go for a few beers to celebrate.
You have two cows.
The one on the left looks very attractive
You don´t have two cows, because EU gives you a new Mercedes Benz everyyear for not having two cows. Your neigbour is even more successful: hedoesn’t have four cows.
Edit:My buddy Billy added on from his native Greece…
You have two cows
you sell both cheap and send money to Switzerland then get a loan from a loan-shark to buy another cow
you buy the cow,you sell it cheap and send the money to Switzerland
then get loan from a loan-shark to buy another one cow

Two headlines next to each other on the Yahoo homepage yesterday:
“Many vets a paycheck away from homelessness”
“Eagles give QB Michael Vick $100 million deal”

Today’s headline:
“Why Jennifer Aniston Always Wears the Same Bikini”
(just one of many reasons that the human race would not be missed if it ceased to exist)

Most of my friends and visitors around here don’t do reggae and actually would probably shun those that do (and maybe they just feel sorry for me knowing that I dig a lot of it).  But this is Joe Strummer doing reggae/ska so it has a different kind of credibility (or not).  Got this 2009 release recently, kind of a bootleg kind of thing (blank labels, no release info, and I don’t think anything on the runout grooves), so I guess it could be rare.  I am totally down with the Long Beach Dub Allstars, so Mr. Strummer jamming with them was kind of a treat.  Two great covers, one reggae, one ska, live and studio, so in my opinion you can’t go wrong.

Harder They Come

Harder They Come (live)

Rudi, A Message To You (live)