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Monday, February 05, 2024

From Rebel To Retail − Inside Bob Marley’s Posthumous Musical And Merchandising Empire



BY MIKE ALLEYNE
PROFESSOR OF POPULAR MUSIC STUDIES
AND MUSIC BUSINESS,
MIDDLE TENNESSEE STATE UNIVERSITY

The long-awaited Bob Marley biopic “One Love” will highlight important moments in the musician’s life – his adolescence


in Trench Town, his spiritual growth, the attempt on his life. But as a music industry scholar, I wonder if the film is yet another extension of the Marley marketing machine.

Marley died in 1981 at the age of 36. He’d achieved a level of mainstream success unrivaled by other reggae acts, and he did so while challenging global capitalism and speaking to the oppressed.

This image, however, is fundamentally at odds with what has happened to Marley’s name and likeness since his death.

Now you can buy Bob Marley backpacks, Bob Marley jigsaw puzzles – even Bob Marley flip-flops.

The accusation of “selling out” could once seriously threaten an artist’s credibility; the insult wields far less power in an era when an artist’s survival often depends on sponsorship and licensing deals. Meanwhile, a deceased artist’s ongoing earnings are left in the hands of others.

Nonetheless, when a musician as revered as Marley – and whose songs were suffused with messages of liberation, anti-imperalism and anti-capitalism – becomes so commercialized, it’s worth wondering how this happened and whether it threatens his artistic legacy.
On and off the record

In its 2023 list of highest-paid dead celebrities, Forbes placed Marley in the ninth slot, right behind former Beatles front man John Lennon. According to the publication, Marley earned US$16 million – or rather, his estate did.

Marley’s business affairs are now controlled by family members – the estate – who have made deals with various merchandising and marketing partners, with all parties sharing in the profits. The commercial power of Bob Marley’s name generates the royalties earned by the estate, though precise percentages are not publicly available.

One posthumous musical release, in particular, has been a gold mine: Marley’s “Legend” compilation album.

Released in 1984 and featuring mainstays like “Could You Be Loved” and “Three Little Birds,” it’s the most successful reggae album of all time. It has sold over 15 million copies in the U.S and has spent more than 800 nonconsecutive weeks on the Billboard 200. Collectively, its tracks have accounted for well over 4 billion Spotify streams, and its phenomenal success is a key reason that the private music publishing company Primary Wave, which is backed by investors such as BlackRock, spent over $50 million to buy a share of Marley’s publishing catalog in 2018.

A series of other albums have been released after Marley’s death. These include “Natural Mystic” (1995); the pop and hip-hop crossover “Chant Down Babylon” (1999); “Africa Unite” (2005); “Uprising Live!” (2014), which features his final concert appearance; the polarizing electronic mashup “Legend Remixed” (2013); “Easy Skanking in Boston ’78” (2015); and the curious “Bob Marley & the Chineke! Orchestra” (2022).

The “Legend” album has earned more than these later releases combined. But the material absent from that record speaks volumes.

In his 2022 autobiography, Chris Blackwell, the former head of Island Records, the label that brought Marley’s music to mainstream listeners, revealed that “Legend” had been carefully tailored for white mainstream audiences.

It achieved this by prioritizing songs centered on themes of love and peace, rather than those about Marley’s revolutionary Afrocentric politics and Rastafarian worldview, which appear on records such as 1979’s “Survival.”

On that album’s second track, “Zimbabwe,” Marley commends the country’s freedom fighters in their battle against the oppressive Rhodesian regime, declaring, “Every man got a right to decide his own destiny”; he rails against the forces of exploitation and division in “Top Rankin’” and “Babylon System”; in “Survival,” he hails the African world’s “hopes and dreams” and “ways and means”; and “Wake Up and Live” is a clarion call to spiritual and political awakening.

These tracks don’t appear on “Legend.” In fact, none of the tracks from “Survival” do.

And so four decades after his death, Bob Marley remains the world’s top reggae artist. But it’s his lighter, less controversial fare that’s established him as a global superstar.
Merchandising a mystic

In an era of minuscule music royalties, a large portion of that $16 million in earnings also comes from merchandising, which has further watered down Marley’s revolutionary politics and spiritualism.

Thanks to what two writers called “the Disneyfication of all matters Marley,” you can now buy Bob Marley-themed coffee, ice cream and body wash. There’s sustainably sourced, Bob Marley-branded audio equipment, in addition to a line of Bob Marley skateboard decks.

The cannabis brand Marley Natural shows how the Marley name has become commercially intertwined with corporate America.

It’s funded by the American private equity company Privateer Holdings, which the Marley family had approached to gauge their interest in collaboration for the product’s release. The creators of the Starbucks logo were hired to design the logo for Marley Natural, further underlining the venture’s commercial ties.

Aside from the obvious fact that these associations pay no heed to Bob Marley’s anti-capitalist messages, I find it bitterly ironic that the private equity firm calls itself “Privateer.” Privateers were commissioned ships involved in plundering and murder across the Caribbean. They are among the “old pirates” Marley sang about in his mournful “Redemption Song.”

While the Marley family claims that Bob would have approved of the cannabis enterprise, critics see indiscriminate mass-marketing.

The artist’s popular songs and lyrics have also been adopted as marketing tools to sell products that bear little relation to Marley’s music and message.

In 2001, his daughter Cedella, who runs parts of the estate, released a fashion line called Catch a Fire. The name comes from the Wailers’ first international album, which the group released in 1973. On it, tracks like “Slave Driver,” “Concrete Jungle” and “400 Years” connect the poverty of the present to the injustices of the past.

Can T-shirts and other apparel help spread these messages? Perhaps.

But it’s hard to argue that Marley-themed hot sauce does.
The reel situation of ‘One Love’

Critiquing any aspect of Bob Marley’s legacy can elicit defensive responses. The estate has long portrayed the rampant commercialization of the Marley name and image as an important way to sustain and spread the artist’s ideals.

However, I think it’s important to ensure that the artistic and cultural values embedded in his music do not become clouded in a haze of rampant commercialization.

While many of the commercial enterprises tied to his name reportedly raise money for Jamaican youth, I’d hesitate to say that this serves as a complete counterbalance to the erosion of Marley’s messages.

The “One Love” movie backed by Paramount Pictures – with four Marleys listed as producers – will certainly extend the mythologies and harsh realities of Bob Marley’s all-too-brief life, which was cut short by melanoma. But it’s also a massive international marketing vehicle for the sale of even more officially branded merchandise.

On the one hand, the fact that people so eagerly buy products plastered with Marley’s face and words reflects the profound connection he continues to have with his listeners. But on the other hand, it’s difficult squaring Marley – a symbol of post-colonialism and anti-capitalism – with branding collaborations and private equity firms.

His music means so much more. And his anti-imperialist messages, as warmongers threaten basic human rights around the world, are perhaps needed now more than ever.

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Monday, January 22, 2024

How Kate Simon Captured Bob Marley On Camera


BY JEREMY BLACKMORE

Anew book from celebrated rock photographer Kate Simon shares photographs of Bob Marley and the stories behind the images

Celebrated rock photographer Kate Simon has photographed some of the biggest names in music in a career lasting five decades. But it’s her time with reggae’s greatest pioneer, the iconic Bob Marley that had the most profound and lasting impact on her career.

Her book Rebel Music: Bob Marley and Roots Reggae, first released by Genesis Publications in 2004 as a collector’s edition and widely hailed as the definitive Bob Marley tome, has recently been published as a hardback bookstore edition featuring additional text and images drawn from thousands of negatives to mark the 50th anniversary of Marley’s first Island Records release, Catch a Fire.
Accompanying the photographs are the stories behind the images from Simon herself and first-hand contributions from a cast of 24 contributors including Island Records founder Chris Blackwell, Lenny Kravitz, Keith Richards (Rolling Stones), Paul Simonon (The Clash), Patti Smith and Bruce Springsteen.

The book covers the period from Marley and The Wailers’ landmark gigs at The Lyceum in July 1975 to his funeral in Jamaica six short years later, taking in the 1977 European tour to promote the album Exodus and the momentous One Love peace concert in Jamaica in April 1978 which brought political leaders together. Her photographs place readers in the midst of the action at stage side alongside more intimate shots in dressing rooms and on tour buses, as well as capturing the burgeoning, vibrant reggae scene in Jamaica and its many characters.

That time formed a crucial part of Simon’s development as a human being and as a photographer. She writes: “Certain people, certain times take some of your soul, stay in your soul, are forever part of your soul, and nourish your soul. As a photographer, these subjects encouraged me to grow. They showed me to myself.

“The confidence I gained photographing them was a real part of my growth as a photographer. I was responsible for all the technical stuff myself, whether I was in Jamaica or on the road with The Wailers. This was a real gift.”

A labour of love

Speaking to Reader’s Digest from her studio in New York, she explains her motivation for the book: “It's not just any old photo book because I have nothing else to do.
“It's something I have put every bit of my soul, my will, my work and my intelligence into, because of what Bob means to me, and how his music has inspired and helped me and how I liked all of the Wailers so much. These people were just so special to me, every person in this book. So, it was critical to my life to put this out.”

Our conversation begins with the Lyceum shows which proved a turning point in Marley’s career and made him a household name in the UK, although he’d been recording with the Wailers in Jamaica since 1963. A devoted audience crowded around the stage, their fists raised, offering Simon striking compositional opportunities. The shows produced the audio for the Live! Album later that year and the definitive rendition of No Woman No Cry.

In the book, Simon describes her reaction: “Needless to say, I was floored. It was shocking. The beauty of his voice, the brilliance of his band; the hypnotic power of the music. For me, it was a calling to reggae. I wasn’t prepared for it.”

Reflecting on that moment, Simon adds: “I still feel that way. You know, I was already a seasoned photographer. I was young, but I'd been on the road with everyone you could imagine from that time, Queen, Led Zepplin, The Who and Rod Stewart.

“Then to see Bob Marley and The Wailers. I had no idea this person's music would mean so much to me. It continues to be my favourite music. I just thought I’ve got to stay. I was moved to stay taking his photograph from those shows.”

Simon’s cover photograph for Marley’s 1978 album Kaya has become so iconic, it has taken on a life of its own. As she notes in the book, his face is so open, his smile so big, his gaze so sharp, the photograph almost seems to give off light. Yet as she says later, he often seemed to have a kind of melancholy about him. He was serious and pensive.

By the time the photograph was taken, Jamaica was suddenly on the rock ‘n’ roll map and Kingston’s Sheraton Hotel was playing host to photographers and journalists from all over the world. The photograph selected for the cover of Kaya though emerged in unusual circumstances.

“I was racing Chris Blackwell in the pool at the Sheraton,” Simon recalls. “Chris was a really great swimmer. I was a competitive swimmer too, so I thought I had a chance. But Chris won, and I couldn't believe it because he gave me a really big head start. But it turns out Chris Blackwell taught waterskiing when he was young. He was a really good swimmer. He just he just kicked it and he beat me.
“So, I got out of the pool. And Bob was watching this swim meet. That's when I took two and a half rolls of black and white and a roll of colour.

“There's something with that picture. It’s become so popular. It’s the most bootlegged picture I've ever had. I see it all over the world on people on T-shirts and stuff. He looks really happy.”

Jamaica in the mid-Seventies was such a fertile time for music. The reggae scene’s many characters presented Simon with a fascinating choice of subject matter. She spent time on the island to shoot Bunny Wailer for his album Blackheart Man and as she observes wryly: “If you couldn’t find a great photograph down there in 1976 you were blind. God forbid, but it’s true.”

Almost 50 years on, she says: “It was like being in some kind of dream. It was just so fruitful. It was such a great opportunity for a young photographer, because I was going into this Caribbean culture I was unfamiliar with. I had never seen beautiful turquoise water before. I saw it for the first time in Ocho Rios.

“Then the people there, you were spoilt for choice. You had Burning Spear, Peter Tosh, Bunny Wailer, The Gladiators, The Heptones, The Twinkle Brothers, Inner Circle, Jacob Miller, Trinity, Leroy Smart, The I-Threes and Althea & Donna, U-Roy, I-Roy, Big Youth. It was just this whole music community.
“This whole culture was so vivid to me. The way they dressed, and the way they moved was all unique, as well. The way they talked was very idiomatic. It was just so inspiring. You couldn't miss because it was just a whole different culture. I've never seen anything like it since. It was a thrill. I went back there and back there.

“That time was really the time to be there. Just so much great music. All the punk people in London were all inspired by this music too, like John Lydon and The Clash, who were friends of mine, so it was all very connected.

“It’s like the beginning of jazz. It's like when Bebop began, it was the beginning of this genre of music. And I got to know these people that were such brilliant musicians. These people were really imbued with incredible musical talent.”

By the time of the 1977 Exodus tour of Europe, Marley was living in London following a terrifying assassination attempt. He had achieved global stardom, and the ears of the world were attuned to Jamaica.

Yet Simon’s images show a man without pretensions, travelling in the same tour bus as his fellow musicians and entourage, never standing apart. A man with an unfailing work ethic. Candid backstage shots contrast with the power and intensity of his live performances.
 
In the book, Chris Blackwell recalls that Simon had a war correspondent vibe. “She would get right into it. She travelled the whole way on the bus with them, roughed it up with everybody; she was really ready to do that and somehow she had the ability to communicate and to get everybody to relax and take the great pictures she got.”

We see Marley bathed in a shaft of gold light on stage, lost in music, singing with his eyes closed, his fist raised. As observers note in the book, performance was a transcendental experience for him. He was more shaman than showman. In a trance, preaching his message to the congregation.
This though posed certain challenges for a photographer.

Capturing Bob Marley on stage

Says Simon: “He totally lost himself in these performances to the point where his eyes were closed through the whole show. So, I finally asked him, please open your eyes, Bob. You know I'm just saying, you got to open your eyes a little bit more, because I'm having trouble! So, he started opening his eyes a little bit then.

“He was definitely in a reverie. Just the way he moved, the way he sang and his whole presence was just magnetic. Charismatic doesn't really do it justice. All the people that worked with him, were really inspired by him. It was fascinating because he wasn't chatty. We didn't have any small talk. He was really special.

“I think we had a very good chemistry, a very good rapport. It was very effective for photographs. I really knew what I was looking for. I was really serious about it. And he was an incredible subject. So, it was a good meeting of the minds.

“He was extremely photogenic. He really knew how to be photographed. When somebody is like that and so accommodating to a photographer and has so much inherent idea of how to be a good subject, I ask myself, how does this person really know exactly what I want? I don't know the answer. I really don't. But he was a fantastic subject.”

By early 1978, a spontaneous truce had sprung up in western Kingston and Marley was invited to make his return to Jamaica after 14 months to headline the One Love concert for peace.

Rebel Music calls this one of the most visually powerful statements any artist has ever made. The book continues: “The bringing together of the country’s warring political leaders in front of a crowd of 40,000 people was so momentous it would be a significant factor in the UN’s decision to award Marley the peace medal on behalf of 500 million Africans.”

We see Marley lost in thought at soundcheck, his brow furrowed, because of the gravity of the situation.
“There was an intense vibe that wasn't anything like Bob on the European Exodus tour or the Lyceum,” says Simon. “The fact is they were bringing Edward Seaga and Michael Manley together. Bob was doing that. His mission was to show the people that one love could be the way to deal with things and there didn't have to be such disparity. He was committed to that, and he pulled it off. It was dramatic.”
The book closes on a poignant note with Marley’s state funeral following his tragic early death from cancer. Simon captures not only the funeral service itself which was accompanied by a concert at the National Arena, but the extraordinary scenes as his coffin travelled to its burial place in St Ann. The whole island came together in tribute and mourning. A sheer mountainside covered in people.

“I had to rely on my professionalism because I went up on the stage,” says Simon. “Bob's funeral was very majestic, so to speak. I was shooting, and I was right by his casket and my legs started to give way, I swear. It was emotionally difficult.

“But my bigger focus was staying on the job and, and journalistically getting the pictures. There's nothing that would have kept me from Bob's funeral.”

“The whole beauty of the fact the whole island came out in love for Bob. They were six deep on either side of the road from Kingston to St Ann. They were booming his music out of these big speakers, and everyone was in love for Bob, like a New Orleans funeral. It was out of respect for Bob that everyone just showed. So, even though it was really such a great loss, the fact everyone loved him so much, really kind of countered that feeling.”

Marley is an icon for so many, but Simon’s abiding memories are more personal in nature.
“He was just a really lovely guy. He really walked it, like he talked it. He was very inclusive, helpful, validating. He really encouraged me, he helped me. He was very conscious, and very empathetic.
“He was self-possessed and strong. It's an interesting dichotomy, because he sang songs, like Get up, Stand up, but simultaneously, he was singing songs like One Love. He was a seriously intelligent man. Really self-aware and aware of other people. He was really present and conscious.

“We were good friends. We got along really good. It was great to work with somebody like that. I swear to God, it was great. There’s only been a couple other subjects I really liked working with as much as Bob. He was special.”

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Wednesday, July 19, 2023

Rastafarians gathering for the 131st birthday of Emperor Haile Selassie are still grappling with his reported death in 1975

Rastafarians drum and sing during a special prayer and worship meeting at Menengai forest in Kenya. James Wakibia/SOPA Images/LightRocket via Getty Images

BY CHARLES A. PRICE
ASSOCIATE PROFESSOR OF EDUCATION AND HUMAN DEVELOPMENT
TEMPLE UNIVERSITY

The week of July 23, 2023, thousands of Rastafarians, known for their dreadlocks and for treating cannabis as a sacrament, will gather in Jamaica to celebrate the birth of Haile Selassie I, emperor of Ethiopia.

Estimated to number between 700,000 and 1,000,000 globally, Rastafarian communities are located on almost every continent today. Their beliefs are spread through migration, reggae music, as well as print, visual and digital media.

The first Rastafarian communities emerged sometime around 1931 in eastern Jamaica. The first two generations of Rastafarians were predominantly from African-descended people who belonged to working-class communities.

Many Christians believe that Jesus Christ was both human and divine, and will return to the Earth to reign over a righteous kingdom of his chosen people. Similarly, Rastafarians are of the view that Emperor Selassie is God, or Jah, who manifested in human form, and that they are God’s chosen people. They borrow generously from the King James Bible, braiding their theology around Black and African identity and culture.

Since the mid-1970s, however, Rastafarian views on the emperor’s divinity have varied, in part because Emperor Selassie had died but also because of an influx of new adherents of varied class, racial and national backgrounds.

Being a Rastafarian, and having researched and studied the faith community, I’ve seen how growing diversity among them has also brought varied views on the former emperor’s divinity.

God as monarch

The Rastafari believe that the prophecy of the New Testament of the Bible was fulfilled when the Ethiopian nobleman King Ras Tafari Makonnen, born in the Ethiopian province of Harar in 1892, was crowned the 225th emperor of Ethiopia on November 2, 1930.

Rastafarians believe that the king traces his lineage to the Old Testament’s King David of the Tribe of Judah, and to David’s son, King Solomon. The “Kebra Negast,” a 14th-century Ethiopian literary epic, tells the story of how the Queen of Sheba visited Solomon, and together they had a son, Menelik I, during ancient times. Menelik I was Ethiopia’s first emperor.

King Ras Tafari assumed the name Emperor Haile Selassie I, or Might of the Holy Trinity, along with commanding titles such as the King of Kings and the Conquering Lion of Judah.

Rastafarians view the king’s coronation in 1930, his titles and his lineage as fulfilling a prophecy in the Book of Revelation. According to Chapter 5, a book of “seven seals” reveals events of the apocalypse many Christians believe will begin once Christ returns – but only the “Root of David,” the “Conquering Lion,” can open it, each revealing events between Christ’s crucifixion and return.

The Rastafari, named for their god – King Ras Tafari – grew from a tiny community to number in the tens of thousands in Jamaica by the 1990s, as I explain in my 2022 book “Rastafari: The Evolution of a People and Their Identity.”

The travails of worshiping a Black god

Many Jamaicans, especially the elites, ridiculed the Rastafari for anointing an African monarch as a deity. They sought at every turn to prove the Rastafari ludicrous. From the 1930s into the 1970s the Rastafari were scorned by their fellow Jamaicans, subjected to discrimination and violence. Many Rastafari were imprisoned, beaten, and many men forcibly shaven for their beliefs.

Things started to change in 1966 when Emperor Selassie visited Jamaica and hundreds of Rastafari swarmed the Norman Manley Airport in Kingston to greet the emperor. He caused a greater stir by inviting the Rastafari to join him during official state ceremonies.

The emperor’s visit conferred respect on the Rastafari, attracting new converts, such as Rita Marley, reggae music singer and wife of reggae superstar Bob Marley. The Rastafari became paragons of Black identity, culture and history.

In 1975, press announcements that Emperor Selassie was dead sparked an existential crisis for the Rastafari. In a coup led by the Ethiopian politician and soldier Mengistu Haile Mariam, the emperor was imprisoned and allegedly murdered.

Some critics asserted that the Rastafari finally had been proved foolish and that their God was dead. Bob Marley rebuffed the critics in his acclaimed song, “Jah Live” (meaning God lives).

What happens if God dies?

The Rastafari responded to the announcement in several ways. Some denied Emperor Selassie was dead, insisting that God cannot die, and no body was found to confirm the death. Years later, bones said to be those of Emperor Selassie were recovered from a pit beneath Menelik Palace in Ethiopia, but never confirmed to be the emperor’s.

Others said only time would reveal the meaning of the emperor’s disappearance, since God’s ways are beyond the ken of mortals.

Another view was that the emperor’s disappearance signaled the beginning of a new era on Earth, much like Christ rising from death. In the new dispensation, these followers believed, the Rastafari must act as the emperor’s anointed and must continue the traditions, knowledge and communities they have birthed.

Some others believed that the emperor was worthy of veneration but not as God. This had a lot to do with the increasing diversity of the Rastafarians in Jamaica and internationally.

In Jamaica, middle-class Rastafarians known as the Twelve Tribes of Israel are more likely to subscribe to this view, as are many Africans who identify as Rastafarians. However, the doctrine of the Emperor as God remains predominant.

There are also those who continue to wonder why so many Rastafari reject the idea that the emperor is dead. As I argue in my book, claiming that the emperor still lives, without conclusive evidence, requires faith – just as it does for Christians – who believe that Jesus Christ is immortal.

This article has been updated to correct the date of Haile Selassie’s reported death.

Friday, June 29, 2018

Reggae’s Sacred Roots And Call To Protest Injustice

THE ASSOCIATED PRESS






(The Conversation is an independent and nonprofit source of news, analysis and commentary from academic experts.)

David W. Stowe, Michigan State University

(THE CONVERSATION) July 1 is International Reggae Day – a time to celebrate the popular music of Jamaica with dance parties exhibitions, presentations and even tree planting.


Reggae is universally associated with Bob Marley, its most influential artist. However, it was “Do the Reggae,” by Jamaican musical group Toots and the Maytals that in 1968 first used the word “reggae” in a title and helped define the genre. Two years later, another Jamaican band, the Melodians released “Rivers of Babylon,” with lyrics adopted from Psalm 137, a Hebrew poem that is the subject of my most recent book, “Song of Exile.”.

This hugely popular lyric opens a window into Rastafarian spirituality.

Reggae is the most popular musical expression of Rastafari, a belief system that took hold in the 1930s among poor, rural Jamaicans of African descent, who had immigrated to Kingston, where they felt alienated from roots and traditions.

Rastafari emphasizes the connection of people of African descent to Ethiopia and was inspired principally by the Jamaican-born Marcus Garvey, who founded the influential United Negro Improvement Association in 1914. He taught that blacks should reject their subjugation in North America by repatriating to Africa.

Garvey preached that blacks were the authentic biblical Jews. Based on his reading of the Bible, Garvey predicted the appearance of a black king and messiah in Africa. Like Jews, Christians and Muslims, Rastas worship a supreme being, referred to as Jah, short for Jehovah.

The word Rastafari comes from the Emperor of Ethiopia Haile Selassie, crowned in 1930 and considered by most Rastafarians to be divine. Although Selassie himself was Christian not Rasta, his title was “Ras,” meaning “prince,” and his given name was Tafari – hence his followers called themselves Rastafari.

Numbering roughly a million adherents worldwide, Rastafari forbids practitioners to cut their hair. A meat-free diet of local, naturally produced fruits and vegetables without additives is encouraged, contraception and abortion are typically proscribed, and homosexuality is shunned. Taking its cue from verses in the Bible, in which the leaves of trees serve for the “healing of the nations,” Rastafari prescribes cannabis use in sacramental rituals for healing and meditation that center on drumming and chanting.

Reggae music was fed by diverse musical sources. Its rhythmic underpinnings were laid by African drum rhythms. Syncopated patterns created by the drums were enhanced in the 1960s by a prominent electric bass line and off-beat guitar riffs.

Reggae also drew on earlier traditions of Jamaican popular music as well as American genres like big-band jazz and rhythm and blues. North American gospel hymns influenced some of the lyrics and tunes.

The spirituality of Rastafari appears vividly in the song “Rivers of Babylon.”

First recorded in 1970, “Rivers of Babylon” takes its text from Psalm 137, the only one out of 150 psalms to be set in a particular time and place, the Babylonian exile or the period between 587-586 B.C. in Israel’s history, when Jews were taken captive in Babylon and the Jerusalem temple was destroyed.

Its nine verses paint a scene of captives mourning “by the rivers of Babylon,” mocked by their captors. It expresses a vow to remember Jerusalem even in exile and closes with fantasies of vengeance against the oppressors.

The Babylonian exile compelled Israelites to rethink their relationship to God, reassess their standing as a chosen people and rewrite their history. This episode has obvious appeal to Rastafarians, who consider themselves in exile from their African homeland (Zion) and living under an oppressive European power system they refer to as Babylon.

Like Psalm 137, the “Rivers of Babylon,” is divided into three sections.

The first stanza offers a modified version of the Psalm 137:

The reggae version replaces “the Lord’s song” with “King Alpha’s song,” a reference to Ras Tafari, the Ethiopian king and messiah.

The second stanza diverges from the psalm, offering a Rasta-flavored exhortation to protest injustice through shouts and song:

The final stanza of “Rivers of Babylon” embodies the historic connection between Rastafari and Christianity. Rastafari developed in a colonial society shaped by British Protestants and indigenous African Jamaican traditions.

The song’s final stanza is taken from Psalm 19 and is a familiar Christian benediction, ending with a familiar Rastafari salutation:

Psalm 137 has also inspired numerous political leaders and social movements, and immigrants, as varied as Irish, Korean and Cuban, have identified with the story. Its verses capture succinctly the ways people come to grips with trauma and the desire for justice. There is a good reason, in other words, why this particular psalm continues to resonate.

This article was originally published on The Conversation. Read the original article here: http://theconversation.com/reggaes-sacred-roots-and-call-to-protest-injustice-99069.

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Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Ehirim Files Interview: Wadada, LA's Badass Everything Jam Session Man

Wadada lends a hand with his guitar to the Dian Wilson Jam Session at the World Stage Performance Gallery.

I would pop up in the village to see about the goings on, normally on the Sundays when the Najite-led Drum Church Circle Ensemble are yelping and hanging out to entertain the locals around the park on the Crenshaw Thoroughfare in Los Angeles. I have been seeing him all along I stopped by as a regular, to get a different air and feelings watching series of musicals and ensembles displayed on every nook and cranny of the village where tourists and visitors of all breeds in nature troop in sometimes to get a feel of original African rhythms vibrate from tons of motherland handmade instruments the world have come to know. It has been a routine Sunday events in the hood for folks who had been concerned about building community and helping each other in every aspect of engagement.

We did not exchange pleasantries for a while until we crossed each others path at an event that called for it. The event was a Wednesday night jam session put together by the "Ladies of Poetry" at the World Stage Performance Gallery capsuled by the historical Leimert Park Village "Black Township." He had been invited to lend a hand with his multi-instrumental talents for jam sessions to follow poetry renditions with some light refreshments.

I had watched him play various kinds of related instruments and had thought he'd  be of interest in the kind of performances I was looking for in the event of the usual summer gigs that would pop up.

We crossed path and exchanged pleasantries, eventually, and beginning to establish some form of friendship to identify how it adds up in what he does best and my passion of taking notes as he tells it, his life, the journey and the musician that he had become

I had thought he was indeed interesting based on the fact that he'd be the first of his kind I would encounter also in my journey to dig out the stuff in people like him for where my passion and craft had taken me - the world of literature, research, writing and the punks musical territory by way of conducting interviews and related publications.

Quite often, after bumping into each other on that poetry night for the first time, we express our feelings through gestures, of that touch while I check him out do his thing; his rendition on the sidewalk with his three piece band, selling his just released CD and prophesizing from his lyrical notes to his audience what the African continent needs to do to overcome its predicament.

It had been that way for a little bit. From shows at KAOS Network to series of events at The Vision Theater, we walked pass each other and observed the link to be connected for one reason or the other. I had picked one of his CDs, tipped him while he entertained his guests and related audiences on the sidewalk.

It wasn't until one day when I decided to know in detail about the area performer called Wadada and what he had been up to carrying his musical equipment along with him wherever he goes. He had figured I was up to something, too; thus, his acclaimed inner visions and psycho-analysis to read subjects and the issues that may arise at any given time. In my observations over time, he was typical of knowing problems in detail including what had hindered him from getting out of the box, ala, being shackled over the years by way of exploitation and what had been done to him by those who did not have any difficulty with his vulnerability and taking advantage of it. I had thought so myself, one of the reasons why I stayed aloof, that way, he'd not be assuming I was another batch of what he termed the "white boys" who set him up for a wild goose chase. Funny how I'm not a "white boy" and he had looked at me that way.

That was exactly how it turned out. I had also  moved with caution despite all that. As it had happened, I would engage him, and, a long haul of rigid discourse would follow with him at the defensive on a caseload of what had been done to him by the white boy and others who had noticed the weakness in him to have been every promoters guinea pig.

It had become difficult for him to trust anyone further based on his "bad experiences" over the years and for me to persuade him to adapt to the present form of situations and keep up with the flow was sort of cracking a tough nut. His aggressiveness which keeps him in touch and not to succumb to the cheap shots reflecting back to his days of being a sucker which had brought him to the level he found himself.

His aggressiveness with anger of the past did not dissuade me from getting closer and knowing much in detail about a man who carries a bunch of instruments with him, does his stuff and plays his gigs whenever booked at some show in the hood.

And then came a gig at OG's Place I had wanted him to play sessions with other LA's session men, in an attempt to get him closer for stuff like that to pop up in the future, to test his aggressiveness on stage in a different flow from his normal jams on my tab.

As it had also happened, assuming he had moved on and ready with a different flow, came the bombshell, the usual Wadada himself, recalling how the white boys thought he was an air head when he was used as a rubber stamp, and, that  he never obliged to whatever he was asked to do on the grounds of his being in need and was left with no choice but to carry on with his "slavish attitude," and getting paid peanut money while the "white boys" goes out there and use his name and talent to write all kinds of stories about him, pocketing the money and not even a dime for him. The rigid argument had erupted the moment I had told him I would be writing a story on him for my publication, which he had assumed  was another "white boy" kind of move that chased him down the hood after his flight from Venice Beach, the exotic beach city he had spent twenty years of his music career entertaining tourists from all walks of life, on the white boys tab, the beginning of his feelings of betrayal and lack of confidence in any creature.

Wadada would not trust any soul again. When I had met him and realizing he was going to get down with me on the premise of the "white boy" mentality and in reality that I was not a white boy. I was wrong. In wadadas country, white boy is anyone that is out there to take advantage of him in every aspect of his weaknesses "since they all know I ain't looking into what they are doing and they be using my name to write whatever pleases them and they be collecting all the money," wadada would rant.

"How am I going to make money blogging and promoting your music for my benefit when I'm actually doing you a favor?" I asked Wadada.

"That's what you'll say while I know the shit the white boy did. You see I am a thinker, I can think, man and I am spiritual, and I know better than you all," wadada chipped.

But most of Wadada's rantings can be traced from his beginnings at the exotic Vinice Beach where he displayed his acts for over two decades while his style of performance found its way from Venice Beach and swaggered into the area pubs and surrounding beach cities - Santa Monica Beach, Hermosa Beach, Redondo Beach - and that it was how bad he had been used by the white boy; that he had no doubt I was about to play the same game with him; that "you Africans think you're smart," that behind all the folks that performed during his years at Venice Beach, he was the best cast and the only original multi-instrumentalist, but yet, the white boy did not appreciate him, and looking at him "now," he shouldn't be blamed for not trusting anybody which had been why he relocated to the historic Leimert Park to engage with his "brothers," though what he had thought was wrong assumption, that the brothers can't get anything done and cannot work together, and that the problem with a brother had been individualistic, and that it cannot take we brothers anywhere "until we unite and start working together."

Wadada in occasions sub-contracts with the city on series of its cultural engagements during the summer jams and off season engagements all around Southern California. But Wadada's thing, indeed, lies on the corner of Degnan and 43rd Street, dressed in his usual tight-fitting stone washed jeans and assorted African beads hanged around his neck, sticks in his hands and about ready to entertain passersby and tourists.

The Leimert Park Village Wadada now calls home, from where the call sheet begins is one of the best places available for African cultural displays, considered the cultural heartland of Black Township on the Crenshaw Boulevard thoroughfare.

He dips in every category. Reggae. Jazz. Afrobeat. Country. He extracts his music from all the musical genre - Bob Marley, Peter Tosh, Chuck Brown and the Soul Searchers, O'Jays and uniquely relying on the 70s "old school" jams which makes his jam sessions seem, entertaining and thrilling, especially with other cats in the neighborhood where he now calls home, and can always be booked without much ado that makes him the badass everything jam session man in Los Angeles.




Saturday, September 08, 2012

The 4th Annual Leimert Park Village African Art & Music Festival


Date: September 1-3, 2012 (Labor Day Weekend)

Location: Leimert Park Village, Los Angeles

Photography: Ehirim Files Images

Los Angeles fine artist Carlos Spivey live draws one of his patrons during festivities commemorating the festival.

Face and body painter Auntie Joyce paints a girl'ss face at the festival. Joyce have been painting body and faces for over 40 years in a variety of colors done in ethnic, exotic and other cultural designs. She presents her creative talents at company picnics, baby showers, community festivals, expos, church picnics, holiday celebrations, birthday parties and series of other related functions.

Malian mud clothes, drums and other accessories on display. Each year of the festival, merchants from all walks of life and, from across the United States come to the festival to introduce their line of products for trade.

An exciting crowd stomping to live music. Musicians of all genre are invited to the festival to perform; and some come to get exposure for bigger events in the future.
Los Angeles area session drummer Jonathan Candello who plays in all flavors takes it solo during performances with the Wadada Roots Reggae jam sessions the second day of the festival.

Bassist Miles Mosley takes it solo during performances by the Kamasi Washington & The Next Step Band in festivities commemorating the 4th Annual Leimert Park African Arts & Music Festival in Los Angeles.

The Pan African Peoples Arkestra in performace and conducted by Michael Session during festivities commemorating the 4th Annual Leimert Park African Arts & Music Festival.

Pan African Peoples Arkestra at the 4th Annual LPV African Arts & Music Festival Monday, September 3, 2012. (L-R): Sonjia Hubert Harper, Mercedes Smith, Kamasi Washington and Jesse Sharp

4th Annual LPV African Arts & Music Festival: Amazing Brandon Coleman takes it solo on keyboards with drumbeats by LA's session drummer Tony Austin during performances by the Kamasi Washington Next Step Band, Monday, September 3, 2012

Los Angeles session drummer Tony Austin takes it solo during the Kamasi Washington & The Next Step Band performances and festivities commemorating the 4th Annual Leimert Park Village African Arts & Music Festival Monday, September 3, 2012.

Saxophonist Randal Fisher arrives at the 4th Annual Leimert Park Village African Arts & Music Festival to perform for the Pan African Peoples Arkestra on Monday, September 3, 2012.

Kamasi Washington and Randal Fisher performs during performances by the Pan African Peoples Arkestra Monday, September 3, 2012, commemorating festivities at the 4th Annual Leimert Park Village African Arts & Music Festival.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Rapper Yo-Yo and the Million Marijuana March

Rapper Yo-Yo being interviewed by one of the leading advocates for marijuana.


Rapper Yo-Yo signs autographs as the event unfolds.


Yo-Yo and a cast of marijuana advocates poses for the camera.


Anambra State-Nigeria-born Chi Chi performing one of her favorite tunes "Chukwu Nyere Anyi Aka" to wrap up the event.


An advocate wearing the Home Grown T-shirt and a performer on stage.


Kelly Love Jones holds her baby while entertaining the crowd as the cameraman takes his shots aground the stage.


Los Angeles, CA -- Saturday, May 08, 2010: It wasn't like the 2010 Playboy Jazz Festival Community Event Series I had attended a week earlier at the Beverly Hills Civic Center Plaza, on Rexford Drive and Santa Monica Boulevard, which featured the Grammy-award winning pianist Ben Cunliffe and his Septet, or the swinging big band vibes of Johnny Crawford and his Orchestra, courtesy of Resonance Records.

It was the "Million Marijuana March" held on the grounds of the historical Leimert Park with an amazing crowd. Female rapper and hip-hop artist, Yo-Yo was around. Born Yolanda Whittaker, who back in the early 1990s exploded in Ice Cube's single "Amerikkka's Most Wanted" and a year later with her own debut album "Make Way For The Motherlobe" and the smash hit single "you Can't Play With My Yo-Yo?" featuring Cube, was obviously the center of attraction in an event of its own kind.

Chants of legalizing marijuana was in the air as in Peter Tosh' "Legalize It":

Legalize it; don't criticize it
legalize it, yeah, yeah
and I will advertize it

Some call it tampee
some call the weed
some call it marijuana
some of them call it ganja

it's good for the flu
it's good for asthma
it's good for tuberculosis
even umara composis;


And the music, too, was loud with a legendary Bob Marley's vibe:

One love! One heart
Let's get together and feel alright
Hear the children crying' (one love)
Hear the children crying' (one heart)
Saying give thanks and praise to the Lord
And I will feel alright
Saying let's get together and feel alright
Wo wo-wo wo-wo

Let them all pass their dirty remarks (One love)
There is one question I'd really love to ask (One Heart)
Is there a place for the hopeless sinner
Who hurt mankind just to save his own beliefs
One love! what about one heart? (one heart)
What about - ? let's get together and feel alright
As it was in the beginning (one love)
So shall it be in the end (one heart)...


Nevertheless, what mattered was the stuff that Rapper Yo-Yo does -- giving back to the community where she was raised with her youth foundation, "Let Your Light Shine Youth Foundation" along with Lana Moore. And my credo on that, is, by her foundation mentoring, educating and engaging in all kinds of social programs by way of providing positive influences to the youths of today.

Yo-Yo has worked alongside producers and artists in the likes of Missy Elliot, Keri Hilson, DJ Quik, Ceelo, DJ Toomp, Eric Sermon, The Lab Rats, Raheem Davon, among others. Also, her acting career sprang from the 1991 film "Boyz N The Hood" to "Menace II Society," etc.

So you go girl! It was all good!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Long Beach's Ragga Muffins: A Carnival Of Its Own Class

I have not paid much attention over the years due to my diversion in doing something else in terms of where I go and what I do, especially the outdoors, and I had to leave the saxy jazzy jam sessions for a minute.

But once in a while I delve into listening to some of the classics, the roots reggae I dust off from my music library. And what the master poet, Bob Marley, had done with revelations is what keeps body and soul one which did change all that and the origin of reggae - the revolution that produced casts like The Mighty Diamonds, Toots Hilbert (Maytals), Don Carlos (Gold), Gregory Isaacs, Prince Jazzbo, Michael Prophet, Michael Rose (Black Uhuru), The Gladiators, Junior Murvin, Nicodemus, Luciano, Sugar Minot and many others.

Many more had their vibes differently: Jimmy Cliff, Ken Lazarus, Desmond Dekker, Max Romeo, Perry Henzell, Rita Anderson (Marley's wife), and Lee "Scratch" Perry.

And then came U-Roy, I-Roy and Johnny Clark whose vibes changed the whole concept of prophesies and added a kind of flavor that took reggae to another level.

And the creative dubbers, the DJ's did not keep their cool with their theme, even at midnight. Mad Professor, Scientist, Augustus Pablo, Big Youth, Yellowman and the rest.

So as it happened, this past Sunday, February 21, while dread driving on 7th Street and just poking around to check out some of the newest arrivals on the bookshelves in one of the bookstores around the corner, it echoed the 29th Annual Ragga Muffins Festival was jamming in the hood and that some of the performers I had been in touch with in the past will be appearing.

It was a hell of a carnival. Bob Marley posters, Marley silhouettes as special tribute to the legend in what use to be Bob Marley Festival. Jamaican Flags was all over and people from all walks of life popped up. The crowd was amazing and the show remarkably was a success based on how it was handled by Long Beach Police Department.

The casts, also, was very engaging in a brilliant performance with Alborosie's first appearance in the Southland. The line-up: Barrington Levy, Gregory Isaacs, Cocoa Tea, Taurus Riley The Mighty Diamonds, The Aggrolites, The Lions and Detour Posse.

The vendors and the food courts
The smoky grilled chicken
The Jamaican cuisines
The outfits; some really outrageous
And the color riots
Reggae explodes in Long Beach Arena

A fun-filled evening and by the time I had walked back to my car on Ocean Blvd., it was like the magic of darkness and the night of happiness in a carnival of its own class.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

A Beautiful Holiday Weekend In Los Angeles









About a couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine had talked me into going to the Bay area to watch Stephen Bishop perform at the Intramuros, South San Francisco, in a benefit concert. She had wanted to see the concert so bad. I had been preoccupied in Los Angeles. She wants to play a role in the concert for worthy causes. For the concert, and about our friendship, we are a study of compare and contrast.

She's into old-school -- the Norman Whitfield/Barrett Strong and Kenneth Gamble/Leon Huff composition-era. I'm into all vibes, a musicologist. She's a hardcore liberal; garrulous. I'm reserved, a somehow liberal conservative; a centrist. She's a fashion freak. I'm careless, fashionwise. She reads fiction and believes in the Zodiac signs. I'm the non-fiction reader kinda guy and have no faith in astrology. She's Libra. I'm Virgo. She cooks good. I'm a mixologist. She has shoulder length curly hair. I'm ishi nkwocha, shaved bald. She's Tonga, a Pacific Islander. I'm Igbo, an African. She's straight. I'm straight. She loves outdoors, and I do, too. She wears contact lenses. I wear prescription glasses; and both coasts are clear.

To make up for ditching Bishop's concert at the Intramuros, she brought up a set of rules on her own terms and whatever she said was going to be the rules. I said "Okay!" She got her way and ordered me around the house. That was cool!

Her set of rules was specifically for the Memorial Day weekend and that whenever it's all over I could take back my manly stuff and go ahead with my own set of rules she'd not have problems complying with. The rules were set as follows: There would be no driving and Friday which commences the holiday weekend would be set for eating out, perhaps a little bit of home cooking and checking out the movies. I knew it was going to be a hell of a fun since summer was just breezing around the corner.

School is over for some -- my daughter is back and it's going to be a long, beautiful summer, especially her tales of academia and life in the dorm. The weather's quite nice. Lots of sunshine. The beaches are full to capacity. Bikinis. Hot pants. Those fine, dark sunglasses. Beautiful faces sipping cocktails in the sun.

The volleyball tournaments: Hermosa Beach. Redondo Beach. Venice Beach. Rockweller Beach. Santa Monica Beach. The mark of summer.

The eateries and the random popped up in-house restaurants. The real deal and summer jams. Ceccone's on Melrose Avenue in West Hollywood. Jane's House on Hollywood Blvd. The Standard in Downtown Los Angeles. The Mint on Pico Blvd. in West Los Angeles. Club Tatou on Boylston Street in Los Angeles. O'Brien's Irish Pub and Restaurant on Main Street in Santa Monica. The Amazon Hut Brazilian Juice Bar on Ocean Avenue in Santa Monica.

The new arrivals on the bookshelves. "Rinnavation: Getting Your Best Life Ever," by Lisa Rinna on life's amazing journey. "Bad Mother: A Chronicle Of Maternal Crimes, Minor Calamities, And Occasional Moments Of Grace," by Ayelet Waldman.

At the movies as the summer hits pops up in June. "Public Enemies," directed by Michael Mann and starring Johnny Depp as John Dillinger, the notorious Depression-era bank robber, and Christian Bale as Melvin Purvis, the fedral agent who tailed Dillinger. "The Taking Of Pelham 123," starring Academy Award winner Denzel Washington as Walter Mathau, of a New York transit dispatcher and directed by Tony Scott. Here, John Travolta stars as leader of the gang. James Gandofini appears as Mayor of New York whom Travolta must fear. "Funny People," directed by Judd Apatow and starring Adam Sandler, Leslie Mann and Seth Regan. The film is all comedy but Sandler's role as a dying middle-aged man might turn movie goers off.

"Taking Woodstock," directed by Ang Lee based on a true story of Elliot Tiber, an employee at a motel in the Castkills who inadvertantly made Woodstock happen. "Inglorious Bastards," -- another World War 2 story of Nazi occupied France written and directed by Quentin Terantino. The movie features Brad Pitt as the leader of the Jewish-American soldiers dispatched to perform targeted acts of retribution on German troops occupying France. "Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen," which opens in all theaters June 24. Michael Bay directed, starring Shia LeBeouf as Sam who becomes enmeshed in a battle between two extraterrestial clans "when he buys his first car and it turns out to be an alien robot in disguise." And, of course, there's Eddie Murphy's "Imagine That."

These, and too many others we talked about. So as it happened, she's the one calling the shots. She wanted some African dish, and I was like, o yeah, again? She did not know what was running through my mind about her quest for African food. She's the one calling the shots, remember? I had to oblige since this great country of ours is a nation of rules, fact why it's organized.

For some reason, she figured I was not comfortable with the African restaurant kind of stuff she's been persistent asking for. We have all the time in the world to eat ofe olugbo, bitter leaf soup (dunno why it's my favorite) coupled with the okporoko, stockfish, eju, snail, dried fish and anu ewu, goat meat, as long as her weekend rules were upheld and respected.

However, on Friday, May 22, she decided we should go whole grain, vegetables and stuff like that. One spot was not too far from our location. We walked down about six blocks to this restaurant on the Westside. It was kind of regular and approximately a nice way to begin the long weekend. The restaurant, recently remodelled had a gracious and attentive service. We ordered some seafoods that was served with chunks of salmon, perfectly cooked shrimp with lotta veggies and other health-related fiber stuff. She loves wholesome sweetners such as honey, maple syrup, sorhum, sucanet and stevia.

A good looking evening, we hopped on the bus to the Archlight Cinema in Hollywood to see Ron Howard's "Angels & demons," starring Tom Hanks which to me should be Howard's last in that category. The movie's full of surprises.

On Saturday, May 23, the rules did not change. No driving, remember? After cleaning up and doing the normal around house work, we concluded it's Metro Line time. We arrived at the Wilshire/Vermont Blue Line Station and hopped on the train. Checking out from the Hollywood/Highland Station, we took the steps and bumped on tourists from all walks of life who took pictures of stars and the accomplished on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Walking further down where Hollywood Blvd. meets Vine Street, and on the south of Hollywood laid the plaque of Apollo 13 -- Neil Armstrong, Edwin Aldrin Jr. and Michael Collins -- the first American astronauts to visit the moon.

On the north sits the landmark Capitol Records Tower known to have either recorded or marketed from the 50s to date, Frank Sinatra, Nat king Cole, Duran Duran, Richard Marx, David Bowie, The Beatles, The Beastie Boys, Kenny Rogers, Yellow Card, George Clinton, Selena Quintalline, Poison, The Band, Ice Cube, Radiohead, Tina Turner, Billy Holliday, Miles Davis, Grand Funk Railroad, Pink Floyd, Peter Tosh, Steve Miller Band, Maze, Dave Koz, Freddie Jackson, Snoop Dogg, Grace Jones, Kim Carnes, Queen, Eddie Harris and many others.

In continuation of our excursion, we went underground and hopped back on the train to the North Hollywood Station. A girl sitting next to us was reading a book on Andrew Jackson, an indication President Barack Obama's "The New Dawn" is doing stuff for the "era of the common man" and Jacksonian democracy to have replicated in the age of internet. While the train was about to station, I called my friend, Pascal, that we were on our way to his apartment. We popped up at the 5400 block of fair Avenue at the luxury NoHo (North Hollywood) Commons Apartments. We had arrived on time to watch the Los Angeles Lakers play the Dencer Nuggets in Game 3 of the Western Conference Finals. Three other guys and two gorgeous ladies were also visiting my friend, Pascal, and it seemed very much the guys were having a heart attack due to the uncertainties that had clouded Lakers' game during the series.

Our Lakers had pulled this one out to silence the cynics. Even Derek Fisher who had been written off, delivered and helped our Lakers pull a 103-97 victory over the Nuggets. Immediately after the game, we drove in two set of cars to The Echo on Sunset Blvd. in Hollywood. It's our kind of place. Time is telling. The place had a full bar, a dance floor and more than electric. It's a joint where the 70s and 80s pure funk would blow your mind. It was a blast and by the time it was over, we all realized Hollywood was a city of its own.

On Sunday, May 25, she had asked if I would be going to church. She's a practicing Catholic while I was born a Catholic. A difference. But I had shown her my new religious affiliation. The anonymously written book "I AM GOD: Here's My Message." I told her I would be ordering an additional copy as that might change her thinking on how religion has caused all the world's troubles. She prepared breakfast and we ate.

With that in place, we both agreed it's time to relax our driving restrictions and check out Hollywood proper; where Santa Monica Blvd. meets Western Avenue on the sidewalks women of easy virtue and prostitutes hang out. On the corner of Santa Monica Blvd. and Wilcox, Dragonfly, the sensational pot-smoking and reggae jams on Thursday nights. Amoeba Music, for all your record albums in any music category, facing the CNN building on Cahuenga and Sunset. The same sex ridden hangouts in West Hollywood on Sunset and Roxbury. After touring Hollywood for a minute coupled with sightseeing we took off for another round at the movies. We saw "Terminator Salvation" at the Mann Theaters in Hollywood. Kind of strange, though, the movie, to me, wasn't anything spectacular. A sequel to the three respective "Terminator" movies. I could not read her feelings about the movie.

On Monday, May 25, the awaited Memorial Day, arrived, eventually. We had been up early. There was the 2009 Los Angeles Marathon which I had never been part of, but have gone to see it, anyway. On this particular day and since all roads had been blocked, we chanced parking around Miracle Mile on the Wilshire Corridor. We had treked about 11 blocks and had stationed on the corner of La Brea Avenue and 3rd Street in Hancock Park. The marathon stretched from da hood through the "Black Township" of the Crenshaw thoroughfare all the way to Hancock Park and finishing up in Koreatown.

We had been almost exhausted and it's time for the last jam to end the holiday weekend. The jam: 23rd Annual UCLA Jazz Reggae Festival on the playgrounds of the campus' Intramural Field in Westwood, California. The previous night, Day 1 of the festival, which we missed as a result of other engagements had Erykah Badu, People Under the Stairs, Leela James and De La Soul take center stage. Day 2 had been slated to run between 12 P.M. until 7 P.M. It went later than that and, as usual, too much of a jam. The line up: Mavado, a.k.a "The Gully God" who performed live for the first time in LA, took the show to another level with his new band. He was equal to the occasion. Other casts in the reggae jam and finale were Michael Montano, Assassin, The Dirty Heads and Morgan Heritage.

Like Woodstock of the hippie-era and a replicated Coachella event in Indio, I had been exhausted from the excursions and partying hard the preceding days, and had laid flat on the field while the ragamuffin vibes transmitted through my head. The stomping UCLA campers and the voices of roots reggae did go through my head, and it was all good.

PHOTOS clockwise from bottom left: (2009 Los Angeles Marathon courtesy of Ian Sephton; MTA Tap Machine; Metro Rail Line; Metro Bus Line 770, Leela James takes center stage and performs "let's Do It Again," courtesy of Singers Room; and the 2009 UCLA Jazz Reggae Festival banner courtesy of The Deli Magazine.)

Thursday, April 09, 2009

The Buzz and What's Cracking

Ever since the tragedy in her family, all has just been going on well for this hard working girl whose movie, "Dream Girls", earned her an Oscar in a brilliant supporting female role. The movie, I will tell you, is one of the best I've seen when it was released on Christmas Day, 2006. Jennifer Hudson is everywhere and she is doing stuff. She will be among the lineups for NBC's "Today" summer jams and her appearance will be in June. Expect some damn good stuff when she delivers at Time Square in New York.

I read Emma Okocha's interesting response to David Ejoor's interview "The Reminiscences of David Ejoor..." which has erupted another Igbo-bashing. Okocha set the record straight with facts. I have no beef with Ejoor, but I have a problem with his theme of the said interview which lacked merit; and, all in all, fabricated and full of lies. Ejoor is a midget in the history books of the 'Nigerian' crisis, and for him to insult the late Dr. Nnamdi Azikiwe on the grounds of premiership of a failed state, there must be something he has ultimately not revealed. His angst for a hard working and industrious Igbo is what I'm trying to figure out. But one thing, though, he made it patently clear in that interview that he is an Igbo hater.

Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley and Nas are teaming up for a new release titled "Distant Relatives" which has something to do with Nas and Marley's lineage which relates to Africa. Africa must unite and it all borders on that summer release and a world tour to promote the new album. On the other score, this year's Rock The Bells summer jams which will run across many North American cities including the City of Angels, will also feature Marley, Nas, Common, The Roots, Big Boi and many others. Rock The Bells is a hip hop festival organized every year.

Nas, so excited about his team work with Marley had this to say about Africa in general which was the whole idea of the album due to be released this summer: "As an American, we have so much even in a so-called recession that a neighborhood like Queensbridge or Red Hook is Beverly Hills compared to the way people are living in Nigeria, Sierre Leone, and Ghana. So obviously if we [are] making records with that theme, there's gonna be things I want to build on. I think Africa has a lot to teach us."

And Marley, in his own words; "Africa is the backbone of the world and the foundation of everything and Africans are in a situation where they need help more than anywhere else. We know there are dire situations here in America but when you look at America — with public libraries and free education — these are not opportunities most Africans have. It's a completely different scale of trying to help people. As humans beings, we're part of a human family."

What's going on with my Twitter these days? Methink Twitter needs to fix its infrastructure to alleviate the traffic jams. People wanna be moving and getting things done real quick but with such traffic jams, call it go slow, as the Chief Priest, Fela Kuti, would say, all Twitter need to do now is build more roads to make access to its destination easier. It's frustrating to wait on line to see what fellow tweeting addicts are saying or doing. It's better to know when someone is invoking your name. In many occasions this week alone as I try to check in to see what my fellow twitters are nagging about, I get some kind of strange response while breezing in. "Twitter is over capacity. Too many tweets! Please wait a moment and try again." Shoo, I wanna check in right away. I'm impatient because ain't nothing out there but tweeting, and that's the fun.

Around town, Seun Kuti's UCLA concert has been cancelled, so the organizes say. Austerity measure caught up with them and we will be missing another brilliant performance by the legendary Chief Priest's son, Seun. Elsewhere, the afrobeat maestro has many engagements in Europe. He will be touring Italy Germany, France and several other cities in Europe this summer. Seun, we miss your show and hopefully you will come back again to see us in the City of Angels.

Just poking around Inglewood, California, yesterday evening, I walked into Varja Books on Market Street and couldn't believe what I saw. Books dating back to the 18th century and vinyl albums from the early 1900s. I walked around and browsed through some books. The one that caught my eye was the LPs (vinyl albums). I went to the jazz section and combed through. Louis 'Satchimo' Armstrong, John Coltrane, Coleman Hawkins, J. J. Johnson. Shorty Rogers, Benny Carter, Miles Davis, Modern Jazz Quartet (MJQ), and a whole lot of albums I haven't seen or heard were all stacked with price tags. Armstrong's album was selling for 700 bucks, John Coltrane 675 bucks, Coleman Hawkins 400 bucks, J. J. Johnson 455 bucks, Shorty Rogers 480 bucks, Ella Fitzgerald 395 bucks, Benny Carter 685 bucks and the list goes on and on, and on.

Now, guess what? I bumped into Theodora Ifudu's 1981 classic "This Time Around" and it was selling for 800 bucks. Azigbakwa!

That's "The Buzz and What's Cracking."

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