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...