May 26, 2007
Radical political reggaezine with one hundred percent post production content.
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May 26, 2007 |
Radical political reggaezine with one hundred percent post production content. |
More than 55,000 fans are expected to attend the fifteenth annual Red Stripe Reggae Sumfest. This world class reggae festival is the best of the best and will be held in the summer sun at Montego Bay.
The title sponsor, Red Stripe Beer remains committed to the reggae festival. Wayne Lawrence, Marketing Director, Red Stripe Bear stated in his presss release:
"We want to extend our heartiest congratulations to the organisers of Reggae Summerfest on their 15th anniversary. As the title sponsor and supporter of the festival for the past three years, we are excited by their plans to make this year's festival both innovative and memorable. We look forward to catching up with old friends, making new ones, all the while enjoying an awesome line-up, and an ice-cold Red Stripe beer."
The premier release of a long-neck bottle of Red Stripe is slated for the reggae festival. Ocean Spray, WISYNCO a major festival sponsor, is the official non-alcoholic bevrage for the festival. Other major sponsors include Digicel and Air Jamaica.
Potential Lineup: Buju Banton, Beres Hammond, Beenie Man, Bounty Killer, Tanya Stephens, Morgan Heritage, Richie Spice, Alison Hinds, Lady Saw, Tarrus Riley, Vybz Kartel, Movado, Anthony B, Little Hero, Gyptian, Etana, Tessanne Chin, Lutan Fyah, Cham, Vegas, Ninja Man, Wayne Marshall, Voice Mail, Aidonia, Erup, Teflon, Cherine Anderson and Collie Buds.
ISIS: Sound the TrumpetsIsis, who is of partly of Moroccan origin [Welsh mother, Moroccan father, Ugandan stepfather, born in the UK and grew up in Morroco and Montreal] and was nominated for "Most Promising Entertainer" at the 2005 International Reggae & World Music Awards, is about the redefinition of reggae. Her debut album, Empress Gangsta, consisting of english lyrics seasoned with spanish, patios, french, portuguese, and swahili, was recorded was recorded between New York and Tuff Gong Studios in Jamaica alongside co-producer Junior Keyzland, Smith, Frazer, and many others. With the help of her brothers, the ISIS sound and image developed into the Gangstress you see today. The highly anticipated new album entitled “Sound The Trumpet” will be released in 2007 by Monumental Records. Featured veteran reggae artists include Sizzla Kalonji, Bushman and Turbulence. In support of the album's release on August 7th 2007, ISIS will be on a promo tour spanning across the US, Germany, and Europe with distributors Crown Entertainment.
At age 16, ISIS bicycled through 7 countries from Panama to Mexico, performing with a regional traveling theater group, and appearing in TV shows like HBO Ole. In Jamaica, she filmed a documentary about the BoBo Shanti; an isolated group of strict Rastafarians in the hills of Jamaica that gave birth to conscious dancehall pioneer, Sizzla. It was on this trip that ISIS first encountered foundation artists such as Chinna Smith and Dean Frazer, who schooled her on the history and making of Reggae music. “I learned how to identify quality music, and how to create songs,” she says. Dancehall is the platform from which ISIS speaks on every human experience from love, sex, and friendship, to ghetto life, politics and empowerment. Bedstuy (Brooklyn, NY) became headquarters for ISIS’s world music take over.
Inspired by the street sounds of every block from North America to Latin America, the Caribbean to Africa; the music and lyrical fury of Empire ISIS reveal a solid determination to rally the masses and break the mold of the female MC. Her empowering message, explosive tone and versatile musical styles aim to shake the hips and elevate the mind. Her militant and passionate reggae music is icnonoclastic, challenging stereotypes and perceptions. “Ultimately,” ISIS says, “I want to inspire people to follow their dreams, to do what they’re here on earth for. I was born for this.
"Isis dedicate this to all those ina yard/ though we know you sufferin and times is hard /keep your family tight it could never break apart / build a righteous government and get a fresh start."
Globe ready? This empress nah come fi play!
ISIS has performed before thousands across North America - opening for acts such as Capleton, Bounty Killa, Halfpint, Elephant Man, Gyptian, Mr. Easy, Bushman, Shabba Ranks, Cocoa Tea, Macka Diamond, Fabulous, Rich Boy, Lady Saw, Capleton, Doug E FreshI Wayne, and Tanya Stephens and many more.
Do you need cash for your business idea? Then enter the Dragons' Den. The hit brit TV show, which is in its fifth series, is searching for new entrepreneurs to make their business dreams come true.
Brixton based Levi Roots, reggae artist and chef, secured an investment of £50,000 when he serenaded the Dragons' convincing them that his Reggae Reggae Sauce was hot stuff. He presented his grandmother's recipe for West Indian jerk sauce to the millionaire panel of investors on the business show.Roots and his family have been selling Jerk Chicken and ribs using the secret recipe barbecue sauce for several years at Notting Hill Carnival. They only started to sell the sauce itself at last year's event and sold more than 4,000 bottles, which inspired him to take his business scheme to the TV experts.
Just four weeks after his appearance on the programme, he launched his sauce in 607 Sainsbury's' stores nationwide with his first batch selling out across the country in the first day. His takeaway [US: takeout, fast food] is due to open in the next couple of weeks, although no date is yet confirmed.
Change is good. Do Linux not Windows.
Progress is not possible without deviation from the norm-Frank Zappa
The rules regarding all WUSB marathons were discussed at the program director advisory counsel meeting. The counsel made reference to a new policy discussed last year that no marathons be greater than 72 hours. As the counsel has the ability to advise the program director, I have decided to follow its advice regarding all marathons on WUSB during my tenure. Starting with the summer programming season marathons at 90.1 FM WUSB will be limited to 72 hours. However, because of the nature of WUSB's niche programming and extensive international audience, I would like to offer any individuals the ability to hold extended marathons on WUSB 2 through a Hi-Fi stream which can be heard on the internet and will be linked on our website for listeners to access.
Times have changed in terms of the marathons' purpose.
The original purpose of the reggae marathon was to prove that a Caribbean ormat was viable for commercial radio, of all things. WUSB set out to prove it could be done over an entire week and did so successfully. It's just one opinion among many, but I think 2-3 days may just be the right balance of quality versus quantity. Also, extending the marathon on USB2 gives that channel a legitimate launch and sets a tone for its use, to expand upon what the over-the-air channel does.
My reasoning for putting this [72 hour] policy in place is the following: WUSB provides dynamic niche programming in various genres. It is unfair to our listeners when one genre takes over the station. This is not what WUSB is about. WUSB is about providing everyone with a little bit of everything. We Inform the public (and via the internet, the world) that there is more to music and information than what you are being told. Simply put, we are the revolution that is currently going on with the personalization of music and media. We are random, we are diverse, and we are focused on giving you something different every day. That is what separates WUSB from the rest of the mainstream media. We provide quality, diversity, and above all - a dynamic schedule hosted by individuals who know, and love what they do. We cannot achieve this state when our entire schedule is dedicated to a single topic, or genre for an extended period of time.
Heck, yeah!
Not Dead Yet,
So I can't have a 12 day demo marathon? You're the meanest PD ever
And I was going to propose a Dead Air festival for a week, where we'd comb through the archives and present the listeners with highlights of those times when the equipment malfunctioned, or the DJ was in the bathroom or too inebriated to notice that the sound of nothing had taken over their show.
I guess I'll have to do it in installments on my overnight.
Not Dead Yet,
(Ol' Baggy Eyes)
Change is good.
WebBoard is temporarily down [and may be permanently out] because of a bad data file. It took awhile to find the disc to reload the program. Some files will be lost because I did not back up for a long time. However, since Lister is prolific and the main poster, it should not be a problem. Reinstallation did not solve the software problem. This smells of an NSA - SNAFU.
Murray Elias passed your contact details onto me because he thought you might be able to help me with a book project I'm working on in association with Family Man Barrett of the Wailers. I'm a reggae journalist from England (writing chiefly for Black Echoes), and have been covering the music for over twenty years. I've paid my dues with countless trips to Jamaica, getting blacklisted by Island and everything else, but still love the music as avidly as ever. I guess that's why Fams asked me to write a book on the Wailers, telling the story from his perspective, and I've toured all over with him since, amassing lots of information (and also lots of holes!) I used to go and see the band perform in Bob's day, but never knew them then. The book's more far-ranging than just the Bob Marley years though, because we've also covered Fams and Carly's involvement with the Hippy Boys, Harry J All-Stars, Upsetters, Bunny Lee All-Stars, and the hundreds of session, we have a deal with Omnibus Press here in England. My deadline's only three months away. Murray suggested I contact you after I kept on ranting at him about Chris Blackwell's testimony at the Family Man trial over here a year ago. I was at the court every day and it was all too sad and painful for words. Since you're someone who knew Family Man and the band during the seventies, and saw how Island worked at close quarters, I'd love to talk to you sometime.
Them Belly full, but we hungry ...
Aston 'Family Man' Barrett unsuccessfully sued the Marley Estate for back royalties. Stephen Bate, who represented Mr. Barett stated that:
"Aston Barrett and his brother literally created the sound of the Wailers, though not for a minute to detract from the extraordinary songwriting ability of Mr Marley. It was the Barretts' unique sound which brought the Wailers international success."
Arguments put by Island-Universal and the Marley family alleged that Barrett surrendered his rights to any further royalties in a 1994 settlement in exchange for several hundred thousand dollars. This settlement compromised Mr. Barrett's right to sue. Members of the Wailers claim they were coerced into signing the deal. Rita Marley and Island Records founder Chris Blackwell both played down the contributions of the Barrett brothers during the trial. The suit was dismissed and Mr. Barrett is barred from bringing any further claims to court.
I ran errands. When I got back, Luke and Leia came in the pen. As he went through the pet door, Luke was briefly up on at least one back leg. When I had massaged him earlier, the back legs had not been limp during range of motion. They gave varying resistance at different joints.
Luke's condition could change day to day, but today looked like a good day.
His left rear leg looked more active than his right rear leg. I put him in the chair. At first I left the back legs out of the stirrups. It was hard to see the legs as he moved. If I looked at him, he wanted to look at me.
I thought there was some stepping by the back legs, but I put him back in the stirrups, to save the tops of his toes from dragging.
The left rear leg was soon back out of its stirrup. The saddle took his weight, so the left rear leg was able to step along as he moved. The leg didn't look like it was simply being dragged along, it showed a walking gait.
The right rear leg stayed in its stirrup. It did move or twitch, but much less so.
Luke twisted his shoulders in their harness, so he could lay on his side, to ask for a tummy rub.
While we were on the road, Karlene had the blues, but did not know why. She wanted you to know this, to be in solidarity with the disappointment you had on your own trip.
Tuesday evening Brooklyn wanted to go upstairs, which enabled me to leave her, and pick up Karlene by myself. Karlene's day was taken up by six meetings, so she never got to the gym. Her evening meeting had food, so we did not cook.
Everyone got up with the radio on Wednesday. After feeding the other dogs, I tried to get Brooklyn's attention, but she did not come out from under the bed until I had my hands full with the cats' dishes. i left the dishes with Karlene while tending to Brooklyn.
I took her walking. The sky was clear. There was no ambient light, so it was dark on the ground. She rolled in road kill before I saw it.
Karlene updated a web site for her society. Meanwhile I gave Frontline to all the cats except Abbie. I had to count Tiger, though I was lucky if he was sprinkled.
I removed Brooklyn's training collar. When Karlene came down, she put it back on.
After dropping Karlene at the hospital, Brooklyn got a long walk near the gym at sunrise. We circled the employees' parking lot. I avoided the construction site. We walked part of the road we had not walked before, and followed the back border of Hope Lodge. The honeysuckle was fragrant.
She found a bone. I let her chew it up, rather than take it home and be possessive about it.
Karlene sent me email to look for her pager. It was where she thought. I wasn't sure if she wanted me to take J J back to the vet to be safe. Her office phone didn't answer.
I used manual clippers on the underbrush, to visualize where a fence might go. I had done the same thing a year or two ago. Luke watched me. Leia and Terry came and went. Terry went to the front yard, but circled the house and came back.
Brooklyn had stayed upstairs under the bed.
I skipped vacuuming for the day.
When I gathered the dishes, Terry came downstairs with me. Luke demanded his food. After feeding those two and Leia, I scouted upstairs.
Brooklyn stayed under the bed. The cats followed me and spoke to me. I was looking at a repeat performance coming up. I figured my best chance of handling Brooklyn would be before I distributed the cats' food.
That's how it turned out. My next trip upstairs, I heard Brooklyn bluster before I opened the door. I held a stack of dishes in one hand, and collared Brooklyn with the other. After teasing everyone, she was about to hop on the bed. I led her down and fed her. Then back up again for the cats.
Brooklyn walked south. I convinced her not to lay on the pavement on Old Tar. Gwenivere sniffed noses for a minute, her curled tail quivering. Brooklyn enjoyed watching people and dogs on Orchard Lane. A young man covered in tatoos waved to us from his car. A woman walked to the white house, closely followed by two tiny dogs. Brooklyn barked at a UPS truck as it departed from the big house.
Monday I took Brooklyn with me to pick up Karlene. Terry was unhappy that he was left behind.
On arrival, Karlene opened the pen. Leia came out, and Brooklyn jumped her. Leia rolled over and cried. She put the pen between us and her.
Karlene bandaged Luke's legs. She gave Brooklyn an evening of training. She had Brooklyn's leash in one hand, and the phone in the other hand, on hold with Delta, to change our next flight [Megabucks and plastic, the key to Delta coming out of bankruptcy].
I kept the other dogs in the garage until she finished the call, hoping to minimize barking.
I was able to telephone Mom. My neice found a new job.
Karlene and Brooklyn continued their lesson, so overnight was active. We were up when the radio announced Tuesday.
Brooklyn went under the bed. I took Terry [a hyperactive Rat Terrier who adopted us] downstairs.
Tiger enjoyed slipping between furniture downstairs. It took a while to take him back up.
I fed Terry, Luke and Leia. Brooklyn did not appear until I had brought up the cats' food. Karlene watched the cats' dishes while I took Brooklyn down and fed her.
When the cats and I returned to our routine, J J was not present. He was laying in a corner behind a toilet, and not hungry. Once he had my attention, he hid in a bathroom cabinet, then in a closet.
Julie got her antibiotic. We gave J J his insulin. He also got sugar water, in case he was hypo. Next he got honey, which he liked.
Brooklyn and I took Karlene to the hospital. I walked Brooklyn near the gym. She wanted a longer walk than I did. She found something to roll on and chew on near the apartments. She smelled bad for a while.
I drove the Honda to the dealership for periodic maintenance, and took the courtesty van back home.
The front desk at the vet said to bring J J right in when I called.
Dr Pinney said J J's glucose was in an acceptable range, his urine was concentrated, his temperature was a little high. He was somewhat dehydrated, so he was given subcutaneous fluid [Sounds more like a case of treating the owner rather than the pet. JJ still looks very puny an emaciated. The only thing left is his purr.].
If the illness was not related to the diabetes, I wondered if he had the same bug that Julie had two weeks ago. I said I would have waited to see how Julie would have done, if we had not been about to travel. I elected to monitor J J, since our next flight was not for several days. Dr Pinney said if he was not better by this evening, to bring him back tomorrow for antibiotics.
As I was leaving, a man was asking how to give away a cat. The front desk gave directions to the humane society. The cat had Abbie's face [Abbie is an Abyssinian mix who has mellowed over the years. Thank heavens that other cat did NOT come home].
I brought J J home. He did not want back in the cabinet. He went to a litter box, then checked the food.
There was a message from the dealership. Maintenance was done. I called and asked for the courtesy van again. I picked up the Honda.
Boulevard Bagle only had three wheat bagels.
UPS Store had a credit card bill, and a bill from State Farm, probably for the Jeep [This is to notify you of your $1,102 semai annual insurance coverage that is due in full. Speaking of the Jeep four door Wrangler, that should have been green, but is dark blue ... This vehicle was taken to the fas pump for a fill up at $50 the pump shut off. I passed out.].
I let the dogs into the back yard for a little while. I put Luke in his chair. Everyone was well behaved. Brooklyn watched the others with mild curiousity.
J J lay on the bathroom counter, not looking good, squinting his right eye. I hoped I had made the right choice for him.
I took an exhausted nap. Abbie got into my lap for a second, before Brooklyn came from under the bed. I managed to get Brooklyn in a leg lock so she could get away.
I woke with the beginnings of a headache. I gathered the cats' dishes. J J was moving normally, and interested in the remaining food, to my relief.
Terry had been left downstairs. He waited quietly, to my surprise, at the top of the stairs.
Mr Hicks turned up as a I prepared food. I closed gates so I could go speak to him. Luke and Leia were in their pen. I tried to place Luke through the pet door into the garage, but he would not vacate the pen. I carried each of them to the garage by way of the screened porch. Brooklyn barked at them but stayed behind the gates. I blocked the new pet door for the first time with its Lexan sheet.
I said hello to Mr Hicks. I asked how he could hear his cell phone on his riding mower.
Brooklyn and Luke barked as I worked on the food. Headache pills made me feel better. J J made me feel better. I sweet talked Brooklyn and she stopped barking for one second.
I walked Brooklyn. The sun was out, the temperature was 80. We went to Orchard Lane. Men were working on the twins' former residence.
Brooklyn found a purple ball in tall grass. She punctured it, and trotted home with it.
I recovered from the $50 gas bill.
I told Karlene that getting in the Jeep was like stepping into all the rental cars we find at airports. We had to learn the controls. The back seats are narrow, in that they do not support the thigh all the way to the back of the knee. The back seats fold flatter than those in the Discovery. We might just have enough space for the vacation junk. We will fill this thing to the ceiling, where the Discovery had the Rover style cantilevered tall roof, and did not fill to the very top.
The factory does not make a hard rubber cargo liner for the back. The man in Parts checked. I can get it on line. We had a liner for the Discovery. Luke and Leia make messes when they ride.
My neighbor put out the word that the Wrangler Four Door, Unlimited is a mark of the lone focus of wealth in the neighborhood. I know it is a major mark of deficit spending, to the tune of the national debt.
I have a bottle of good old smelling salts for the next trip to the gas pump. No US gas stations take $50 bills. Fanning with the $50 bill may also help resusciate me at the gas pump.
This car really does about 69 miles to the gallon around town. It takes about $25 to fill the gas tank. I have kept up with every periodic maintenance. At 95,000 miles, the only thing I notice is the onset of shake and rattle, without the roll.