Showing posts with label Riverton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Riverton. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Music: Yvad The Journeyman Who Never Left, "comes forward"


He was "reggae revival" before anyone even thought of the term. In the mid-90s, when the current crop of roots ambassadors were still pups or even unborn, Yvad released a potent combo of hope and idealism in the forms of "Bright Day" and "We Need Love". The latter brought him the then Jamaica Music Industry (JAMI) Award as best produced single in 1995, and brought teams form BET and other international media eager to see and hear reggae's latest bright spark.

Already a fixture on tour with the Marleys at the time of the breakthrough, Yvad  thereafter continued to hone is chops in all departments: vocals, musicianship, songwriting and performance. He would go on to tour with other reggae heavyweights, such as Mighty Diamonds, Israel Vibration, Bunny Wailer, Andrew Tosh and the Wailers world tour. These travels also took him around the world, but at home, the public  - and even the industry - seemingly took him to be another flash in the pan and promptly forgot .

but the man born Kevin Davy soldiered on, building his own recording studio and forming his own Yvad Reggae label to facilitate the output of his own works as well as other artistes. During this time he was signed to  Dr Dread's Ras Records where he worked with founder Gary Himmelfarb to produce the album called “Reggae for Kids”, a pioneering disc of its type which garnered global recognition.  He followed "Young Gifted and Dread" the debut album, with "Justice"  "Cease Fire" and two others that did little to firm up his sanding as a reggae act whether at home or overseas.

But a another long, formative stint as the lead sinsinger form the Wailers band, beginning in 2006, did again see him racking up the miles and adding incrementally to his fan base. "Touring with the Wailers has helped make me a  much more widely appreciated artiste," Yvad said 
Mid-stream the Wailers gig, in 2008, Yvad secured a record deal with local impresario/businessman Victor Simpson and Nubeat Entertainment, in Kingston Jamaica which yielded the album “The Sojourner” with producers Clive Hunt and Wayne Armond of Chalice Band joining Simpson behind the boards as producers.

More currently, Yvad, with his own band is performing in support of "Riverton" an impassioned plea about the infamous city dump that is also the lead single off a album set to drop in January. He has done a number of lounge dates, including at the Alibi and Chris Gayle's Triple Century, and will be featured on the 20th anniversary edition of Rebel Salute.

Throughout, Yvad has maintained his unassuming off-stage persona, even as the current material suggests that his songwriting and performance powers have stepped up a notch. It may well be time for the Jamaican public to catch up to the rest of the world in re-discovering the "original roots revivalist." 



Sunday, April 19, 2015

Poetry: Burial Money

Ghetto hustlers scurrying
between the
embers
skating
Across the refuse
witnesses to
the chemical conflagration that
choked the city half to death
they know the identity
of the Ghost with a Match
he is one of them
part
of the collective Undreaming
A generation lost to the
wanton pursuit
of power
The money being
Offerred
is no reward
No matter
how many zeros
follow the digits
For them
its not to arrange a more
comfortable life
but rather a death
of dignity
For they have
with the unfathomable rubble
a molecular bond
having been raised in a place where
Omerta
is the only law
that all respect
where a grinding and uncertain
life
is greatly preferred to
certain death
One gruesome story following
another
a heart-piercing narrative
for not too far
down the highway
renamed in glorious ceremony
Four others were
ruthlessly
unceremoniously
brought to the end
of their
life roads
A callous murder ritual
that will be
extended by the State
For surely there will be
another offer of
Burial money
and just like in
Riverton
it cna never be
enough

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Culture: Getting (Kinda) Serious about Comedy

Do we laugh to hide the sadness within ("tek kin teet kibba heart bun")?; do we poke fun at figures, public (mostly) and private for the good of the many, or the mirth of the few? How linked are comedy and music in the hearts and minds of Jamaicans, and do Jamaican comics get the respect they deserve viz-a-vis other creative types as well as opposed to foreigners?

The above was just a sample of the questions addressed in a robust, free-wheeling and individualized session at the N1 Lecture Theatre (Humanities) at the UWI on Sunday last.

Entitled "Put Fun and Joke Aside" (another prime Jamaican expression), the session was led by Tanya Batson-Savage of Blue Moon Publishers - Blouse and Skirt Books, and featured two of the more firmly established and widely beloved comedic talents.

For some years, Dr Michael Abrahams (above, left) has been balancing his ob-gyn specialist "day job" with poetic comedy expositions both live and and on television. Hie oeuvre is largely satirical, cataloging the many current social ills and skewering public figures form many quarters.

Between his duo work with Winston  "Bello" Bell, his teaching duties at the School of Drama and his own dual-resident comedy schedule (Jamaica and Canada, with other stops in between) there are hardly any trails that Owen "Blakka" Ellis has not blazed, although he did take time earlier this year, to launch a poetry collection, "Riddim and Riddles" under the Blue Moon/Blouse and Skirt imprint ( copies were, of course, sold at the  event).

the two are not only well known to the public, but to each other, despite Ellis' seniority as a performer, and their unforced rapport and readiness with an ad-libbed zinger or phrase made for an enjoyable but also illuminating morning's exploration into the seriousness of  comedy - of doing it, and of living it.

As could be expected the moderated sessions and the Q & A covered almost every topic and sub-topic imaginable, ably interspersed with "readings" - Ellis from the book, and Abrahams, as is his wont, performing ex tempo, and accompanying himself on guitar for a scathing send-up of the recent (and ongoing?) social and environmental debacle that is the Riverton landfill fire(s).

At the ned of it all, the large audience were left with a greater appreciation for the sentiment summed up in the words of actor Edmund Kean: "dying is easy, comedy is difficult"

If only they didn't make it look so easy

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Saturday, April 11, 2015

National Affairs: Jamaica Farewell, my perspective on the Presidential visit

Leonard Thomas photo
Leonard Thomas photo
It was not the largest public turnout, nor even the most robust; greater crowds greeted the then newly freed Nelson Madela when he and (then) wife Winnie made Jamaica one of their first post-Apartheid stops. Jamaica's own Usain Bolt, returning after smashing his own world records in Berlin, had to crawl through molasses-thick crowds that amassed at the international airport in Kingston and stayed with his mini-motorcade all the way to New Kingston's Pegasus Hotel.

Yet there was a discernibly different energy to this visit, a sense of history that set it apart from the two foregoing examples. It was more than the interval - 33 years - between the the previous Presidential visit and this one, more even than the fact that this was a Black president coming to a predominantly Black country, and the country which offered to the world the greatest Black nationalist/Pan-Africanist yet seen, in the person of Marcus Garvey (more on him later)

Much of what made the Obama visit unforgettable can be encapsulated in two moments, one
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"unscheduled" and the other organized almost to the minute. As hard as it is to believe that none of the Jamaican co-ordinators even suggested it, the visit to the Bob Marley Museum was the kind of communications and social masterstroke n which Obama built his two successful election campaigns and even his administration as a whole. Eschewing the kind of formal gathering in Government halls or ritzy hotel ball rooms, the President made a point of paying public homage to the man billed as the "first Third World superstar" Leaving himself, ostensibly in the hands of the tour guide, Obama seemed genuinely awed and gratified to be in the 'House that Bob Built". It was, by any measure, magic and the international media picked up on this aspect of the visit as if the coming deliberations with Jamaican PM Simpson-Miller and the visiting CARICOM heads was all hogwash and hot air.

"Beast Mode" the Obama vehicle makes its way up Hope Road
His next triumph came the next day, further up the long dual carriageway (and minutes above the US Embassy complex. On the campus of the University of the West Indies, the President held court with arguably his natural and most sympathetic audience: students and young adults. Before enduring all manner of questions (from the inane to the inspired), Obama gave a typically polished yet relaxed preamble and announced two significant initiatives: the Young Leaders of America project -a regional initiative aimed at offering young social entrepreneurs and others opportunities to intern with companies in the US among other activities, and an energy fund to support clean energy initiatives. The latter is interesting as the President's visit put him just outside the worst effects of the  disgusting  and calamitous fire at the Riverton landfill, the latest - but largest - in a long series of mishaps at the city's major refuse dump.

The visit yielded the expected communiques and joint statements of the kind that the general public absorb next to nothing from even as they observed in rapt attention from bars, banks and supermarkets. It also served up controversy, none initiated by Obama himself, but one episode which continues to simmer even as the President enjoys the Panamanian hospitality (hard to ignore the irony that Jamaicans, as detailed by Olive Senior in her book "Dying to Better Themselves" were an integral part of the labour force that built the Panama Canal, now being expanded).

In preparation for the visit, the Jamaican Government embarked on the kind of infrastructural "sprucing up" - road-repair and other urban beautification - that typically attends the impending arrival of important foreign visitors. It seems to be the Jamaican way, never mind that aid roads had lain unattended and threatening the life, limb and undercarriage of many Jamaican motorists. But in this case, an extra step of "sanitization" was taken. Crab vendors at the southern end of the broad ring around the National Heroes park (itself formerly a horse racing park, still known to older residents as "Race Course") were high-handedly and unceremoniously removed, their livelihoods disrupted, and their dignities assailed in public view.

A large, but sadly not well-sustained outcry ensued, with some quarters countering that the vendors - some established for over 40 years and counting local politicians among their customers - were there without formal permit and without the kind of sanitary conveniences and inputs that might make the granting of such permits moot. The latest on that situation is that Kingston Mayor Angella Brown-Burke has publicly informed the vendors that they may, in the wake of the President's jet trailed departure, they may return to their "Race Course" roost.

Another controversy still emitting some heat concerns the remarks from "New Reggae Revolutionary" Chronixx. In an Instagram post, the already revered singjay led with a reminder of the ongoing issue of a full pardon for the aforementioned Black Nationalist Marcus Garvey who was found guilty of mail fraud and deported from the United States at the height of the global growth of his Universal Negro Improvement Association (UNIA). Against an image of Garvey in his famous regalia, Chronixx opined "this man still have a criminal in the United States, and we glorifying some waste man!"       The term is roughly equivalent to "punk" or even to "scoundrel" or "wastrel".

This time a resounding chorus of disagreement across social media and a public rebuke from Jamaican Minister of Youth and Culture Lisa Hanna, with whom Chronixx has previously exchanged some not too pleasant words. Though the singer, as he pointed out, never referred to anyone directly in his "waste man" remark, the timing the background and the general flow of sentiment made a strong case for the inference, and many expressed disappointment with the artiste, viewed as part of the new revolutionary yet progressive element that had been sorely missing from the island's globally-adored popular music.

Like the Riverton fire, the President escaped personal presence in this last firestorm (a former Jamaican Senator has, suprisingly, sprung to Chronixx' defence), but no doubt he will have been apprised by his aides, and no doubt the US Embassy will be taking a new, harder look at future visa applications from the singer and his Zinc Fence Redemption band. this is not meant to be mean-spirited, it is merely the truth informed by experience.

But for all these factors, President Obama's visit to Jamaica remains a watershed, a brief but deeply affecting experience for both visitor and host. with the end of his term just a little more than a year away, there are certainly moments from this trip that he will ponder long into private life, and likewise, the populace is universally agreed that even if the interval between this and future Presidential visits is shorter (there is already much private anticipation of the expected candidacy - historic if it proves successful - of Hilary Clinton), we shall not again see the like of Barack Obama on our shores, at least not as leader of the free world

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Poetry: THE NOTHING FACTORY

Nothing
But gun-metal plumes ascending
Some unseen stairway to
Heaven perhaps but certain
Hell for those caught in its
Smoky tendrils leaving
Nothing an no one
Unscathed
Residents bathed in
Rubber residue
As the endlessly resourceful
Touts seek their daily due
Who cares about clean
Air where
An extra buck can be scrounged
From the ever-malleable
Mounds of societal
Leavings
A government enjoying inaction tells
People to move out the man-made
Kitchen if the heat
Smoke
Dust
Overwhelm them
But its just not telling
Them where
They should go
Indeed they already know
What change life at the
Bottom of the totem pole
Brings
Their future swirl away in
Rings of smoke
Their spirits laid waste
To join the clutter
At Riverton