Part two of the theme inspired by Jean Baudrillard’s crtical insights regarding contemporary society and the shift/evolution from ‘Domination to Hegemony’.
The musicology is a 1985 collaboration between ‘Digital’ Reggae pioneer Lloyd ‘Prince Jammy’ James and Glen Augustus ‘Nitty Gritty’ Holness..on the Tempo Rhythm
“Hegemon means the one who commands, orders, leads and governs, (and not the one who dominates and exploits). This brings us back to the literal meaning of the word ‘Cybernetic’ (Kubernetike, the art of governing). Contrary to domination, a hegemony of world power is no longer a dual, personal or real form of domination, but the domination of networks, of calculation and integral exchange. Domination can be overthrown from the outside. Hegemony can only be inverted or reversed from the inside”.
Sticking with the dancehall christmas selection with this one from Robert ‘Discipline Child’ French. 1985 cut. Music by Steelie & Cleevie..Produced by Anthony ‘CD’ Kelly.
ESSENTIAL christmas selection from the recently departed but NEVER forgotten Lincoln Barrington ‘Sugar’ Minott. Ride on Sugar and rest in peace in the knowledge that your musicology will continue to guide and soothe around the world.
Ranking slice of 1994 dancehall from the Rude Boy General recorded for and released on Junior Reids JR Productions label..Reminds me of Thursdays spent down at Dub Vendor on Ladroke Grove…soundmen, (and boys), lined up at the counter about to do battle for the best cuts..You had to be first to raise the finger and if you were ‘on the firm’ ‘Red’, (or ‘Face’), would look in your direction for the ‘one of them’ signal…be it a nod, wink, or a raised finger and it would be added to your pile..good times…
“Down a remand centre rude boy a chill out yeah,
And a wait pon trial…lord, lord, lord,
Him just a bust a small sweat yeah believe me,
Cause them a case there kinda crucial,
Him charge fe 3 murder and 4 armed robbery,
And illegal firearms,
So him sit down pon him bunk and him take a big bible,
Start to chant 2 psalms…”
Day 4 of the Cool Ruler Tribute and today it’s a cut from a period in Gregory’s career that for me stands as tall as anything that he delivered during his 40 year career at the TOP of the tree. BOSS selection from 1998 on the aptly titled ‘Incredible Music’ label. Anyone who knows should agree that as far as Reggae is concerned it’s more about the 45′s than the LP’s and this is no exception…
Listen Tune…
Doreen Schaffer & the Brentford Disco Set – This Love
I feel like I have shortchanged all you musicologists out there and not delivered enough Soul food recently so today I’m going to lay a three course meal on you in an effort to fill your musical plates with enough cuts to keep them ‘belly full’. I have been locked into preparing sets over the last few days and as a result have unearthed some gems from deep within the vaults.
For starters we have a musicologist favourite from what, (for me), was one of Sir Coxsone’s most harmonious periods, a little window sometime in the mid 1970′s where the Studio 1 team recorded and released some of the finest music ever recorded. The vocalist is none other than Doreen Schaffer who begun singing for Downbeat at the birth of his studio in the early 60′s. Best known for her duets with Jackie Opel this one never fails to tremble my marrow. The perfect balance between Soul, Reggae and available studio technology. Had to mix in the dub..haunting. I hope you’ll find it to your taste..
Scratchy on the intro but to be honest all the best tunes are because they have been well and truly RINSED..
Apparently it was 3 years ago that themusicologist stepped into the global arena in an attempt to communicate. 3 years later and I’m still trying. SO much water has gone under the bridge since then it almost seems like I have lived at least three lives. In fact the ONLY constant in my life has been the music. Companions on the journey who I thought would be there for the duration have stepped off and significant others have stepped in. I suppose that is the way it has to be. Nothing lasts forever, (other than music of course)
The journeys soundtrack along the way has been just as hill and gully as the existence itself..sometimes so raw that I wince when I listen but there’s no taking it back, (nor would I want to), so I’ll just keep rolling out the message and let the dialogue unfold naturally as it always has and most likely will be.
Today’s messenger is the majestic Errol Dunkley a cat who first sung his way into the musicologist’s heart and mind with his 1966 cut, (at the crossroads between Ska and Rocksteady), ‘Love Me Forever’ but it’s this one that I identify him with. The TOP ranking ‘A Little Way Different’. This version is the 12″ rather than the Sonia Pottinger produced 1972 original. Both equally superb in their own right.
Wednesday already and I have yet to fling down this week…too busy trying to catch butterflies but as of yet no luck. I have a few themes lined up but none seem to be speaking to me so for the moment I’ll just roll with a few choice cuts from the vaults while I stand with open mouth and watch the butterflies dance.
First up is a, (1984), piece from the land of wood and water, (Jamaica), courtesy of the unmistakable Barrington Levy.. a 12″ on the Greensleeves label.
Today’s cut on the Police&Thieves is courtesy of Jamaican dancehall artist Wasp with an insight into how things run in the ghetto when a man tries to hustle a little dance to make a ‘play’. Many’s the time I remember back in the late 80′s, early 90′s where the ‘Old Bill’ crashed our dances in London to ‘lock’ off the sound under the premise of ‘Health and Safety’. So much so that a Bill was passed through Parliament to give them the power. Yep money was being made, drugs were being sold but there was never any alcohol on the premises…the truth was that there was no tax being paid and we all know that TAX is what it’s all about.
Life is so unfair,
Me not even sell a crate a beer,
And by the time me look,
Pure police come inna me land,
Say the sound haffi turn off,
I don’t know wey a gwan,
A who invite them inna me land,
But still me nah worry meself,
Ca’ me know fe a fact,
Say them a fight ghetto youths before me born,
Nah lock off me sound officer
And gwan like you take me for clown officer..hey,
When the music nah play In a the ghetto and the shots them a echo,
Ouno say we up to no good,
Make the music play officer,
No bother make the yoots them go astray officer ay,
Just remember say in a JA we party every day,
Man a try fe live life the right way,
So me say,
Living in the ghetto its not easy to survive,
More time you have fe hustle just to stay alive,
Though me no have no big education,
Plus ‘dem say me not qualified fe the 9 to 5,
So it’s a dance me a keep,
Take some liquor pon consignment,
and me block the street,
People them come out whole heap,
But by the time me look a pure jeep,
And them come fe lock off me sound officer,
And gwan like you take me for clown officer..hey,
When the music nah play In a the ghetto and the shots them a echo,
Ouno say we up to no good,
Make the music play officer,
No bother make the yoots them go astray officer ay,
Just remember say in a JA we party every day,
Man a try fe live life the right way,
Yeah,
Me a beg the ghetto yout’ them fe put down the gun,
‘Cause if the shot a beat then the music a go done,
‘Cause me no want the police pass through,
And no see no more dead body lay down pon the ground,
Officer me a beg you please,
Come make the ghetto yout them want a hold up the peace,
Man from west and east,
Me rather see dance than see funeral keep,
Nuh lock off me sound officer,
And gwan like you take me for clown officer..hey,
When the music nah play In a the ghetto and the shots them a echo,
Ouno say we up to no good,
Make the music play officer
No bother make the yoots them go astray officer ay,
Just remember say in a JA we party every day,
Man a try fe live life the right way,
Yo tell them weh them want me do,
Tell me weh them all a plan,
When them only gimme life and oppression for the poor man,
So me a keep a dance just to make a couple grand,
Police circle in a de dance and come a with your permit in a y’ hand,
When me show the man me permit,
And im still a say me wrong,
Ca’ the permit stop at 2 and now a 2:21,
A it seem like them nuh care,
Must nuh have nothing fe spare,
So me say alright,
Nuh lock off me sound officer,
And gwan like you take me for clown officer..hey,
When the music nah play In a the ghetto and the shots them a echo,
Ouno say we up to no good,
Make the music play officer
No bother make the yoots them go astray officer ay,
Just remember say in a JA we party every day,
Man a try to live life the right way
Moving out of the 50′s Doo Wop into a majestic slice of mid 80′s Christmas dancehall Reggae from Santa’s ‘JamDown’ bag courtesy of Glen Augustus Holness a.k.a ‘Nitty Gritty’ one of my favourite DJ’s. Born in Kingston in 1957 His life was cut short at the tender age of 34 outside Super Power record shop in New York. Much speculation as to the who and why and as I wasn’t there I’m not going to add to it. Suffice it to say that yet another talented artist was cut down in his prime by gunshot.
Small piece frazzled today..didn’t have a late one, (home by 1:30am), but people kept offering to buy me drinks once they found out it was my birthday and I know I could have refused or had water but I didn’t….got to change my poison from vodka as it doesn’t do me any favours the day after. In fact I very rarely drink alcohol, (only when I’m out on the tiles), so it should be easy for me to swerve it. Good night though spent with two true spars. the kind of friends that you would stand with under any circumstances no matter what the odds. I love them both dearly and always enjoy their company and spending the remainder of my birthday with them was a bonus on top of a fantastic day.
today’s cut is courtesy of another Jamaican musicologist and vocalist of the highest order who has already featured on themusicologist and will have his own week on here soon..Hugh Beresford Hammond with the type of cut the man is famous across Jamaica for delivering with all the sincerity and tenderness that could be poured into a song..from memory the 45 is on the Star Trail label which is responsible for many, many fine cuts of 90′s reggae. I’m shooting from the hip but, again from memory, I believe the year to be 1996/7
New theme starts this week the title of which is owed to the small book that I have just read and been inspired by, (this theme could run for a while).The author is Jean Baudrillard and what I plan to do is highlight one ‘fragment’ every day and lay it down here. First up;
backed up by a random slice of musicology that is not necessarily connected to the quote but has also ‘spoken’ to me recently….
On the subject of inspiration I would like to take this opportunity to pay a special tribute to a true friend, (and they don’t grow on trees), whose company I had the PLEASURE of sharing on Friday night and well into Saturday morning who has been a constant source through these troubled times…and I hope will continue to be forever..you bring the sun out..thank you.
The cut is from the magnificent Hugh Beresford Hammond..Jamaican musicologist of the first degree..whose career stretches back into the 70′s and is yet another Jamaican singer and songwriter who deserves far more international exposure than he has received especially when there is so much po(o)p out there these days..anyway, rather than launch into a tirade about the state of the music industry I’ll just let Beres ‘speak’
majestic piece of 90′s steppers from ‘Red Rose’. have an even better cut !! on this rhythm but I’ll keep that one in reserve until the right time come.
Over the last few days/weeks/months..maybe even years !! I have been doing a LOT of, (maybe too much?), thinking and subsequently find myself a bit lost as I wander through a maze of internal dialogue that seems to do nothing but ask questions.
The butterfly mind has that capacity, mesmerising to observe as it flutters from one place to another but a hard road to travel and extremely distracting. I don’t know whether ‘the road’ leads anywhere particular as, for me, it tends to be the journey more than the destination but responsibility both for self and others, (children), is a great leveller and something I take VERY seriously so it feels like I’ll have to turn my gaze from the butterfly and focus instead on building “a heaven on the earth”
as for themusicologist, I have spent too much energy searching for cuts that expressed my deepest feelings which has bottlenecked the flow of music. so from now my intention is to set the music free from the bondage of too much meaning and just try to lay down one slice a day that I feel like sharing. It will continue to be the soundtrack to my life but with a little more freedom.
first up…one from Delro’ (Wilson), Jamaican musicologist and sweet soul singer whose career stretches way back to the early sixties when he cut his recording teeth in 1963 at the tender age of 15, hooking up to Sir Coxsone, Downbeat the Ruler Dodd’s Studio 1. big 10 inch from the 1970′s on one of Coxsone’s many labels, (music lab).
Following on from yesterday’s introduction to the ‘Enlightenment’ with a four minute critique of one of it’s most revered figures, Immanuel Kant whose contribution to the ideology of ‘Reason’ is as important as Plato’s was to ‘Dialogue’. The key word today is Metaphysics…
The musical wisdom is one from themusicologist’s top ten. Wicked slice of late 20th Century ‘steppers’ from the prophet Luciano on the Chant Out Label.
“The greatest knowledge is the knowledge of god and self, It surpasses material wealth,
Seek ye first wisdom ’cause that’s your health and strength,
It will preserve your soul until the end,
Consider yourself oh important my child..be positive and live upright,
Before you think about taking one’s life…think twice..”
The horse reared in fright as the shrouded man walked unexpectedly onto the path and startled it.
‘Ho there,’ gried the carriage driver, struggling to regain control of his animal. ‘What devil does such a thing! What do you think you are doing suddenly appearing like that?’
‘In peace, I am no devil, moreover, if there were a demon it is within your hand, creating a reign of terror upon unsuspecting travellers,’ answered the man.
‘You are either a sage or a simpleton, speaking as you do,’ said the carraige driver. ‘The former I’ll wager, for any fool can see that this powerful horse has been finely trained and is well harnessed,’
‘Of what good is the strength of a horse and the control of a harness, if the direction of the will guiding the driver’s hand is elsewhere?’ said the sage. ‘It is clear that you are on this road against your will.’
‘What nonsense do you speak of?’ retorted the carraige driver, wondering how the sage had hit upon the truth with his last remark. ‘Explain yourself, or you’ll feel the lash of more than my tongue!’
‘The fine carraige in which you sit can be likened to the body; the powerful horse to your feelings and desires; you, as driver, are like the mind; and your will is the master of them all. Will is the development of a wish, the command that turns a wish into an action. It is clear that you have no wish to travel wherever you now go, because your will was not ready for the unexpected. The unexpected is the test of true constancy, Man’s self-governing key. You did not wish this trip, so, your will lacked the tenacity, steadfastness, stability and fortitude that a road such as this demands. A resolute will has power, control and direction working together. When man lacks this unity, his lack of will is plain for all to see, no matter how he may disguise it.’
‘In truth I have no desire to make this trip,’ said the carraige driver. ‘But the will of my master is such that I have no choice, though in my heart I know misfortune will come of the business I am ordered to do.’
‘It is indeed far easier to train a wild beast than educate one’s own will to perform, because of Man’s uncertainty as to what he really wants,’ replied the sage. ‘That is why Man continues to yield the power of his own will to the will of others and calls it destiny.’
big night tonight…a friend’s 40th birthday bash and ‘yer man’, (themusicologist), is selecting the sounds.
the menu consists mainly of Soul, Funk and Boogie, (70′s and 80′s), but I’ve also put together a ‘Dancehall’ set and a ‘Dubstep’ selection to satisfy all tastes…should be a top night…almost all the ‘cats’ are making an appearance.
this cut, a cover of The Beatles song ‘Yesterday’, is by one of my favourite ‘digital’ singers over the last 15 years who began his career as a youth under the tutelage of Derrick ‘One Stop’ Harriott’ in 1970 as Ramone The Mexican but it wasn’t really until 1994 when he teamed up with Sly & Robbie that his career began to take off, which just goes to show the importance of sticking to your guns. since then he has continued to ‘tear up’ the dance with his recordings and performances.
this one is taken from a 45, (a vinyl single to all those digital heads), and it’s a Clive Hunt production on the Kickin’ label from around 1996, (if memory serves me right), as is often the case there is very little information on the label, not even an ‘engineer’ credit…no surprise really as I doubt the song was licensed from whoever holds the rights.
I had planned on throwing this one down yesterday but for some unknown reason my internet connection was playing tricks and locked me out of the ‘information highway’
so i’m taking this opportunity to fling it now in case it happens again.
day two of the duets selection is one of the tunes that drew me back to the sweet sounds of Jamaica in 1993 after a year spent in the musical wilderness waiting to be inspired after 5 years listening, playing and DJ’ing ‘house’ which by then had made the transition from under to overground and was being used to to sell cat food, yoghurt, etc …
the male vocal comes from the pipes of the mighty Beres Hammond whose career stretches back to the early 70′s but for themusicologist it was throughout the 90′s that he established himself as one of Reggae’s greats. one of those rare artists who rarely seem to put a foot wrong, (Bobby Bland is another who springs to mind), this cat could charm the birds out of the trees with his blend of harmony, sincerity and effortless timing.
the female vocal is courtesy of the queen of Jamaican music .. Marcia Griffiths. whose career stretches way back into the sixties, first as solo singer, (1964), then in tandem with Bob Andy, (musicology #37), then as member of Bob Marley & the Wailers backing group the I-Threes.
this piece, (which I never tire of hearing), produced by Donovan Germain for his trend setting Penthouse label is a slice of the ‘College Rock’ rhythm from 1992/3, a ‘digital’ reworking of Jackie Mittoo’s late 60′s Studio1 cut ‘Freak Out’…
beautiful song sung expertly by two of Jamaica’s premier vocalists….one especially for all the couples out there who understand what it takes to hold on when the road is rough and rocky.
musicology #477
19 Jan 2010 2 Comments
by themusicologist in dancehall, Jamaica, Lyrics, Reggae, Social Commentary Tags: 2009, dancehall reggae mp3, Social Commentary music, themusicologist, Unfair Officer Lyrics, Unfair Officer mp3, Wasp mp3
PoliceAndThieves #2
(Wasp – Unfair Officer)
Today’s cut on the Police&Thieves is courtesy of Jamaican dancehall artist Wasp with an insight into how things run in the ghetto when a man tries to hustle a little dance to make a ‘play’. Many’s the time I remember back in the late 80′s, early 90′s where the ‘Old Bill’ crashed our dances in London to ‘lock’ off the sound under the premise of ‘Health and Safety’. So much so that a Bill was passed through Parliament to give them the power. Yep money was being made, drugs were being sold but there was never any alcohol on the premises…the truth was that there was no tax being paid and we all know that TAX is what it’s all about.
Life is so unfair,
Me not even sell a crate a beer,
And by the time me look,
Pure police come inna me land,
Say the sound haffi turn off,
I don’t know wey a gwan,
A who invite them inna me land,
But still me nah worry meself,
Ca’ me know fe a fact,
Say them a fight ghetto youths before me born,
Nah lock off me sound officer
And gwan like you take me for clown officer..hey,
When the music nah play In a the ghetto and the shots them a echo,
Ouno say we up to no good,
Make the music play officer,
No bother make the yoots them go astray officer ay,
Just remember say in a JA we party every day,
Man a try fe live life the right way,
So me say,
Living in the ghetto its not easy to survive,
More time you have fe hustle just to stay alive,
Though me no have no big education,
Plus ‘dem say me not qualified fe the 9 to 5,
So it’s a dance me a keep,
Take some liquor pon consignment,
and me block the street,
People them come out whole heap,
But by the time me look a pure jeep,
And them come fe lock off me sound officer,
And gwan like you take me for clown officer..hey,
When the music nah play In a the ghetto and the shots them a echo,
Ouno say we up to no good,
Make the music play officer,
No bother make the yoots them go astray officer ay,
Just remember say in a JA we party every day,
Man a try fe live life the right way,
Yeah,
Me a beg the ghetto yout’ them fe put down the gun,
‘Cause if the shot a beat then the music a go done,
‘Cause me no want the police pass through,
And no see no more dead body lay down pon the ground,
Officer me a beg you please,
Come make the ghetto yout them want a hold up the peace,
Man from west and east,
Me rather see dance than see funeral keep,
Nuh lock off me sound officer,
And gwan like you take me for clown officer..hey,
When the music nah play In a the ghetto and the shots them a echo,
Ouno say we up to no good,
Make the music play officer
No bother make the yoots them go astray officer ay,
Just remember say in a JA we party every day,
Man a try fe live life the right way,
Yo tell them weh them want me do,
Tell me weh them all a plan,
When them only gimme life and oppression for the poor man,
So me a keep a dance just to make a couple grand,
Police circle in a de dance and come a with your permit in a y’ hand,
When me show the man me permit,
And im still a say me wrong,
Ca’ the permit stop at 2 and now a 2:21,
A it seem like them nuh care,
Must nuh have nothing fe spare,
So me say alright,
Nuh lock off me sound officer,
And gwan like you take me for clown officer..hey,
When the music nah play In a the ghetto and the shots them a echo,
Ouno say we up to no good,
Make the music play officer
No bother make the yoots them go astray officer ay,
Just remember say in a JA we party every day,
Man a try to live life the right way
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