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Fatidic DUB 2: The Subterrain

Last week, I released the second in what is now turning into a series of mixes bearing the title of Fatidic DUB. I deliberately began the sonic journey of Fatidic DUB 2: The Subterrain with a ‘Narration’ by Count Ossie & The Mystic Revelation of Rastafari. It’s 13 minutes long, thereabout, and I definitely considered that it would lose some people living, as we are, in this world driven by 15-second video clips and so on, but the fact is that ‘Narration’ was the whole inspiration for creating this mix. All the music selected afterwards basically amounts to brawta. Read more

Irie, Monsignor

An honorable man passed away days ago, a loss that simply could not have gone unnoticed in Jamaica, nor by I for that matter. After all, one does not have to subscribe to another man’s path in order to recognize the virtue in that man. So, while I can be diametrically opposed to the Vatican by choice, I can still, by choice, venture to say that Monsignor Richard Albert deserves high praise for his unceasing efforts in the land of my birth. Read more

November 2: Coronation Day

Google has opted to do a special doodle today in commemoration of something called the Day of the Dead. That is good and well. Respect is due to all people and their traditions. That said, I would like to take this opportunity to share knowledge about a most important moment in world history. November 2 happens to be a day for celebrating something much more life-giving, particularly to the Rastafari movement. Read more

Vogue and our Revival

The Reggae Revival continues to be featured by unlikely media entities. In fact, every time I begin to think that the hype is over and that I can now settle properly into other aspects of the mission, I find that I have to think again. Just two days ago, Vogue Magazine launched a noteworthy online campaign, unleashing a flurry of articles paying homage to various aspects of Jamaican culture. The crowning piece, which is causing quite a stir, was titled ‘Reggae Revival.’ By now I am certain that the Vogue team is aware of the mad ants nest that it poked its big mainstream stick inside, and they are ready to pay more than just homage. They are ready to pay themselves. Read more