Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Vagina Dialogue or is it Monologue

Now some discourse on Alaine and Tanya Stephens...

Firstly to be honest let's see Alaine, she was ok on the seasons riddim, but I didn't pay her much mind, I made the terrible, and I must admit terrible rash and early judgement that she was just another brown, uptown, dancehall singer act, in the stead of Tami Chynn and Sean Paul (not that I bun SP, never). However, the other day, under a Tamerind tree in my secret places (of the most high) I heard a youngish girl running her album (a bootleg composition no doubt) through her, Cinderalla like window in a board house that has the greatest view of Mobay on Earth, and I realised that she had held her own on riddims 1. mostly dominated by men, and 2. she did it all singing, no likkle sing-jay/deejay business and her content and material was good and legit. In the end mi haffi seh now seh she a one a mi fave female artist... granted she still brown-ish and uptown... and a tad meagre... but right now a she a run the place wid Tanya Stephens as woman artistes... and if its any consolation, maybe mi woulda look ar now that mi see seh she have some substance... yah rite, marginalised young black unemployed males ain't exactly in now, worse dem Ras at that... eh eh!

Next Tanya Stephens... woo, Jah I gave her last album a crucifixion (sorry Speego aka Spliffie aka Mike, Mi know she a yuh fren still), I have it though, bootleg yah! But to be honest I found the first one struck me as a tad (I'm euphamising) insincere and overly didactic and pontificating at times, and it never smoothly approached me with issues intellectually. And I hated "its a pity" for all the women who ever saw me at a dance and said those lines to me. Now this new album, Rebelution(granted I think Yami Bolo had an album by the same name), just by name alone strike me as more creative, an mi honestly feel the creative juices on this one... as a matter of fact this album surprisingly reminds me of the last in a different way, the intellectualism is the same but she seems to have perfected her craft, whatever she was doing prior to this she sorted out the kinks... and for an artiste that I had almost written off she pull mi back in with this album (so u understand why I downloaded it)... and though I doubt she or Alaine will read this, I'd like to offer my sincerest apology fi write unnu off so easy...

"the Rebelutionary album cover"

"Alaine fi all who nuh know ar"

"Finally this R@@$$$ bwoy see wah me a do exclaims Tanya"

"Alaine performing"

"I just post this caah Tanya batty looking round in this and she even has a likkle tummy, maybe she is keeping it real... no anorexic Moggle round 'ere"

Rex Mundi

"VoilĂ ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition."

"The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous."

"Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V."

Well my name/title isn't V... but I have found a new one to my liking "REX MUNDI" it shall fit up there with the others "Prince of Paradise" "Black Jesus" "Yeshua Noir" etc etc etc....

Yup those of you who know your latin or did one of the romance languages like Portuguese(I only mention that caah I did) or Spanish or Italian... well you may figure out that Rex Mundi means King of the world... which I now think I may be close to becoming... starting with MoBay... or at the very least Paradise Acres... hhahahahaha. Anywaaaaaaaaaaaay Alliance (having a Movado Moment) aaahm so yah anyway this new name will fit so well with my new chat weh mi(or my minions and souljahs[god forbid they should her me call them that]) use when people dis me, which is "How yuh a move so bitter 'gainst the King?"

Don't you think? it fits so well... but I'll cut this rubbish out seeing my mother has moved from labelling me as bellicose and belligerent, to calling me delusional and constantly repeating to people that her son suffers from delusions of grandeur... "How she a move so bitter 'gainst the King?" EEEEEEEhh... coulda wah do dem... hahahhahaa

Anyway mi just decide seh mi call my army of children, when they arrive the "Ras"-calz, very "pun"-ny don't you think?

Anyway, life in progress so guess wah gone mi gone...

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

The Soundtrack of Our Lives...

I don't know if as a child I had an over active imagination, but whenever I travelled, more than likely under the auspices and parental watch of a certain Juilette and Roy Pessoa, be it to any of the 14 parishes (it is still 14 rite?), Irie Fm and Power 106... escorted me eslewhere (to those of you who maybe comic aficianado like myself) to an Elseworld of sorts...

One such song that carted me away all the while was Mr. Barrington Levy's "Black Roses"... I found the riddim(rhythm) enchanting and burned into my mind the more rural-esque ideas of Jamaica... the riddim was so odd to me... the baseline moving at a reasonable tempo... with little tings and bells sounds following it every where... and then Levy's voice... going elsewhere... and even at ages of 11 or so I knew he was speaking about women, but it conjured up a lazy Jamaican night, in an old house probably someplace like a Stony Hill, where the world is at peace with some dark seductress in your rural 'big brass bed' with music ebbing from some sound box in some community square somewhere... wafting over trees and through windows to soundtrack whatever is to occur... and these days, I find when I've forgotten some of the feeling I felt and places I conjured up and all the nuances of life at anygiven point, I find that music, especially the Beres' and Barrington's, Dennis the prince's and Jacob Miller's melodies rush you back there, just like a movie flash back, and with all the special effects too...

But thaz just me...

Yup a poem for the disenchanted and disenfranchised

New Poem Release from Yannick Nesta Pessoa of Azteka Studios

A poem about the fact that as "A child of a lesser god and the god of small things" I have come to the viable age and stage where dreams die and reel/real life takes over, I am now acquainted with the utter boredom and vaguely dissatisfying nature of life!!!

and now the poem:


...And now Mr. Dylan,
I know what you mean when you say,
Mama take this badge offa me,
Put my guns into the ground,
'Cause I'm knocking on heaven's door.

I've reached my juvenile end,
That point at which dreams die,
And reality sets in,
Where fantasy vanishes,
And rigors of routine set in.

I've flirted with success,
Only to never be best,
Condemn to rot,
With my first glimpses...
Of the vaguely dissatisfying nature of life.

Yannick Nesta Pessoa

Thursday, September 14, 2006


Today was a I felt a shift in the season... the weather the climate, granted it is stated all the time we have only 2 seasons in the tropic, which would be the wet and the dry season, but I swear we experience the same four season just with less severity than our frenemies to the north in the temperate zone. Yah most of the summer I knew it was summer, with all the sweating and the humid kind of heat, that also carries lots of convectional rains and haze. But today I woke up with the sun rising just a little to the left of me in my bed, hmmmm then the day the light, everything was so clear, though in the distance the same usual convectional rain clouds loomed beyond Cornwall Regional Hospital and towards Pitfour, Granville (aka Broke Back Mountain) and regions like Kemshot and Gutters... the wind, the wind was cooler, the still hot, but the breeze hinted of north east trades. That compounded by the fact that ZIP Fm has started marketing their Christmas ad spaces and such was definite sign that the season both commercially and climate wise was shifting. Granted the official start of Autumn or Fall is Sept. 23, I will posit my theory based on my rough physics and geography knowledge that "since we are near the equator and are more suseptible to shift of the Earths axis we may experience these seasonal shifts earlier, though with less temperature extremes". Yup thaz my theory...

This feeling of seasonal shift has brought about in me a feeling that my fortunes may shift as well... here is to hoping.

Who seh Rasta nuh know how dis business work eh?

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