It is a strange old world and and no mistake but MUSIC unifies the
Heart, Soul, Body and mind and NEVER fails to deliver.
Looking back over almost a CENTURY of (predominantly), urbane musicology has taught me that.
From the earliest days of New Orleans barrel house right up to the street sounds of London, (where i was born and raised), I have listened, reflected, absorbed and learned more from the universal language than from any other source of human narrative.
I feel like rolling out a theme, starting today.
Where and for how long the ‘wind‘ blows, nobody knows.
Around 1993 themusicologist was once again focused on the sounds coming out of Jam Down after a 5-6 year sabbatical spent soaking up the sounds of London, Chi’, The Motor City, NYC and Europa.
For me the years between 1992 – 1998 were a ‘golden age’ for the Reggae. SO many top drawer, conscious, deep cuts emerged with the new wave of ‘computerised’.
Not that Jamaica didn’t embrace the ‘digital’ many years before. Everyone who knows can point to cuts [especially those from the hands of the mighty Prince Jammy] that tore up the dance a decade before but the 90’s cuts coming out of labels like exterminator, penthouse, harmony house, Digital B, How Yuh Fi Say That and MANY more one and two shot labels drew not only on the global musical landscape but also and MOST importantly the ‘democratisation’ of music production that had emerged.
Some MASSIVE works were waxed during them years and themusicologist was on them cuts like a rash back then. Consuming box after box after box, week after week, month after month, year after year.
A Few cuts on this Rhythm. This is one of my favourites. Reminds me of them days.
ConZu..Until we meet again hold this piece…Every time I hear it I feel your presence.Dad xx
“Between the dark, heavily laden treetops of the spreading chestnut trees could be seen the dark blue of the sky, full of stars, all solemn and golden, which extended their radiance unconcernedly into the distance. That was the nature of the stars. and the trees bore their buds and blossoms and scars for everyone to see, and whether it signified pleasure or pain, they accepted the strong will to live. flies that lived only for a day swarmed toward their death. every life had its radiance and beauty. i had insight into it all for a moment, understood it and found it good, and also found my life and sorrows good.” -Hermann Hesse