White Reggae
I like Reggae music a lot.
I know some people don’t feel this way, so I’m sorry if you don’t care for it.
(If you know you don’t, you should probably leave now.)
I have noticed how hard it is for white bands to play authentic reggae sound. Sometimes they try – but the drum and bass don’t work together and although each player is attempting reggae, it doesn’t end up there. D’yer Maker by Led Zeppelin, Eric Clapton’s I Shot the Sheriff, the Eagles’ Hotel California, 10 CC’s Dreadlock Holiday, even Steely Dan’s Haitian Divorce all fall short of being reggae, although they try. I love all of these songs and consider them favorites… but they don’t SKANK ! I know a lot of Two-Tone ska bands did get the sound down but I am talking about all-white bands doing the one-drop skank here.
Tell me your favorite white reggae songs.
This Rastaman says Reggae is apostate music of the Cainites !
CHINESE REGGAE: pro & con
NaPoWriMo 2014
National Poetry Writing Month is over.
Thanks to all who visited Connect/Hook during April.
I made some new poetic acquaintances
and enjoyed discovering new poetry blogs.
Here are the poems I posted during April 2014:
1. Missing Inaction
2. Incendiary Bestiary
3. Agitating the Spin Cycle
4. Diversity Training
5. The Fowl is Fair
6. Tepeyac
7. Licked, Stamped, Undelivered
8. Christian Types & Antitypes in Limerick
9. Biblical Babel on Route 66
10. Stop the Draft ! + Jumping on the Bandurawagon
11. Lindísima: Voice of Linda
12. Love-Lines: AZ
13. Psalm 23: Dolly Parton
14. Eutychus Awakes
15. Fear of Isaac
16. Evasive Measures
17. Disappointed Mis-anointings
18. End-Times Overload
19. Drowning vs. Dead
20. Weakly Devotional
21. Borders/Language/Culture
22. Hindoo Folk Song
23. Taina Fertility Chant
24. Farewell Sweet Porneia
25. Suigenericide
26. Asleep at the Wake
27. Heaven
28. Disabused of Muses
29. Body Scan
30. Bitter Poetaste in Mouth
Bitter Poetaste in Mouth
Lightweight free-verse exploration,
withered ghosts and wisps of phrase,
breezy unamusing musings
barely raise
a titter, tear or lyric warning –
fail to reach a middling height;
then subside to shallow murmurs
(not quite).
Teenage existentialism
cryptic, dull confessional mush;
suitable for a poker-faced
unroyal flush.
Must you set this stuff in motion
fizzling through our universe:
half-bright comets leaving trails
of boring verse?
Incoherent thoughts meander
through your words like fish through nets
unable to ensnare your reader.
One forgets
whatever it was you started saying
(weirdly spaced, unpunctuated).
Could it be such thoughts are better
left unstated?
