Sunday, August 15, 2010

Kings a de Dancehall


When Bob Marley died, I was too young to really know who he was or what his music meant, but I knew one thing: This "Reggae" stuff was infectious and addictive.

Then in the late '80s, when my musical journey had led me to revisit the genre, I found that it had changed. It no longer seemed a diatribe of insurrection for the rastafarian movement. It still spoke of politics and religion, but the vibe had evolved into a more modern and faster groove. Digital instrumentation changed the sound considerably, but with one exception: the music itself was still outrageously contagious, if not moreso than it's more tranquil predecessor.

"Dancehall" or "Ragga" reggae quickly became the current generation's form of expression. Music could be produced cheaply, without the use of a 7 piece band. Just 2 turntables and some samples in the hands of an experienced and creative DJ could create an awesome tune.

Much like rap music in America, Ragga was the music of Jamaica's ghetto youth. As Ragga grew, dancehall artists began to use elements of hip hop, while also influencing American rappers and inspiring them to diversify. Some of the biggest commercial successes were born of that combination such as; Shaggy, Sean Paul, Beenie Man, and hometown T.O. boy, Snow.

The '90s were replete with artists who broke new ground in Dancehall reggae, and that decade paved the way for much of what we hear now. If you have ever been to a rave (I'm just saying, not recommending), you'll recognize another genre spawned by Dancehall known as "Jungle".

Ragga's only blemish is that of a number of artists who, through a series of anti-gay themes, have caused controversy around the world and within the community itself.

On the bright side, most of these artists have at least one song about 2 topics: Sex and Ganja (insert from Sound of Music "These are a few of my favourite things...").

In any case, without further ado, here is a list of my favourite dancehall acts from back in the day, and why I think you should know them:

Yellowman: Eventually dubbed "King Yellowman" (probably self-titled), he was so named because of the fact that he was (and still is) a Jamaican albino. Now, if you've never seen a black albino, it basically makes him look yellow. As a result, grade school probably wasn't easy, but he grew to be "king" just the same. The first song I ever heard was entitled Zungguzungguguzungguzeng (there's really no way for me to know if I spelled that right, but I'll bet you can't actually read it). That, coupled with his unique appearance, and an awesome rub-a-dub style "riddim" was too much to ignore. If you want to explore this man's work, check out his tribute to nature's herbs known as Sensimilla, his seduction song (and I use the term with great sarcasm), Bedroom Mazuka, or his more upbeat collaboration with Beenie Man, and my fave, Weed Dem Out De Dancehall. You will be entertained.

Beenie Man: He began "toasting" at the age of five, and was so good that his uncle Sydney Wolf, who played drums for Jimmy Cliff, encouraged and nurtured his talent. In 1981, at the age of 8, he entered the Tastee Talent contest where he was discovered and eventually became known as Beenie Man. He honed his craft for yeurs with all the big names until scoring his first international hit, Who Am I, in '98. He got so big at home (Jamaica), that he almost de-throned Yellowman as King a de Dancehall, and even made it the title of one of his songs. Check out Jungle Boogie with Sly & Robbie (see Reggae Rundown http://www.metronews.ca/toronto/blog/post/597047), Love Me Now with future Haitian head of state, Wyclef Jean, and Girls Dem Suga with Mya.

Mr. Vegas: He began doing covers of Jamaican hits at local events, and was never one to shy away from a throwdown. During one little scrap, he was hit in the face with a crowbar (which made his orthodontist furious) and had his jaw wired shut for six weeks. After hearing Beenie Man's hit Who Am I (sim, simma!), he immediately demanded that his unhealed jaw be unwired (now that's a bad-ass!). Apparently, it affected his speech pattern (you don't say...), but didn't stop him from making funky sounds. So many will remember his Head's High in the 90s, and his Pull Up in the '00s, and that's probably enough, but just in case you need more, try his collab with Elephant Man entitled Bun It.

Bounty Killer: The P. Diddy of Ragga, he founded an "association" of Dancehall DJs known as "The Alliance" where he assisted and nurtured future talents like Vybz Kartel, Mavado, and Elephant Man to name just a few. He also collaborated with american rap and pop acts like; Busta Rhymes, Wu Tang Clan, and even No Doubt. He is what you would call "hardcore" and you can hear it in songs like Down In The Ghetto and Bullet Proof Skin. He has been known to show his softer side on songs like Mama. One thing about these hardcore reggae and rap guys; they sure love their mamas.

Shabba Ranks: This guy stormed the burgeoning ragga scene with his unique scraggly bass voice (technical term), and his captivating "riddims". A song from his Just Reality album, Dem Bow, is said to be the rhythmic birthsound of a latin genre now known as "Reggaeton". So popular was this digital percussion sound in Puerto Rico that early reggaeton was simply known as "Dembow". I like Trailor Load A Girls (a tragic lament), but Mr. Loverman was a bigger hit with the masses. The one you will always hear on retro-radio is Twice My Age. Head to Youtube for a nostalgic voyage, or a journey of neo-retro discovery.

Red Dragon: It was 1990 when I first heard the words "Al mada gyal, a Red Dragon have a nickname fi dem" and I was hooked. I swear I don't understand 99% of what he's saying, but I know "he have a nickname fi dem" and it is perhaps this mystery coupled with a take-charge vocal style and some outstanding rhythms that captivated underground audiences. He is this lists lesser commercial success, but you wouldn't know it from his fans and fellow musicians. Listen to Yuh Body Good, the aforementioned Kun Kum Kum, and his own personal testimonial of the farmer's finest, Light My Spliff.

Chaka Demus & Pliers: Just two established musicians who got together to make some funky music. The first Jamaican act to have three consecutive Top 5 hits on the UK Chart, they don't do gangsta, politics or homophobia. They scored hits with Tease Me and a crazy cover of Twist and Shout. Their biggest '90s hit is Murder She Wrote which they performed alongside Alicia Keys at the 2007 American Music Awards.

Buju Banton: "Walk like a Champion, talk like a champion!" Never have such inspirational words sounded sexier. Buju (we're on a first-name basis) just has a rough quality in his voice, but it works like Teddy Pendergrass shouting "You got, You got, You got WHAT I NEED!". He is politically outspoken and rhythmically gifted. Wanna Be Loved is a melodic groove, Champion is a bass-kicking pill, and mainstream audiences will appreciate his duet with Nadine Sutherland entitled What Am I Gonna Do.

General Degree: Master of the double entendre, he is now just known as "Degree". This veteran DJ has been scoring solid dancehall hits since the late 80s with his first hit Granny. He's wild and crazy, but I must let the music speak for itself. Listen to Hot Wata and Boom Boom. If you find you can't handle that much funkiness, he once put out a duet with Maxi Priest called Baby Boo. Dat buoy make a real bangarang afi dis bashment! (Translation: This man can kick it.)

Mad Cobra: This good christian boy took his stage name from a character in the G.I. Joe comics, but after that, he is all original. Never one to mince words, he had 5 hits in '91 and '92, and has dealt with much controversy over his anti-gay lyrics. Unlike General Degree he doesn't wax poetic, as evidenced by his huge hit Flex. On the gangsta tip, check out Press Trigger and Unexpected. Caution: Not for the faint of heart.

For all the music lovers who were unaware, I hope this helps lead you bigger and better sounds.

Nuff respect, mon.

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Album Art

Rolling Stone Magazine recently put out a beautiful, hard cover book containing the best album covers of all time. It apparently encompasses Rock, Pop, Rap, Reggae, Soul and Punk as well as some sub-categories. I purposely have not read it because, as an audiophile myself, I do not want to be influenced by the choices of others.
That, and it was damned expensive!


Oh how ancient I feel when I say that teenagers now will never know the joy of record collecting. There are no more record collections, because there is no longer anything to collect except computer files.

Gather round children, whilst I tell a tale of days gone by when acquaintances would visit your home,look at your record collection and learn something about who you were. A little insight could be gained into what moves you by viewing your records or books. The only difference being that even an illiterate would have records.

I recall once breaking up with a girl after noticing her record collection. It had no soul and no sense of identity. She had exposed herself as a person of little substance. Not eclectic, rather of "no particular taste." Plus, she had poor personal hygiene, and that was just the straw that broke the camel's back.

As we approach the 100th anniversary of the turntable, I thought it might be fun to look back at all of the brilliantly-designed packages that adorn the shelves of my music library (and hopefully yours). These 'packages' once made an important statement about the artist's music and style.

Say what you want about the short-lived psychedelic era of music, but these guys had something to say, and it wasn't always as simple as "Give Peace a Chance". Those were complicated times that I wish I had experienced.

The collective conceptual creations of the time are staggering. Works of art that introduce the visual to an otherwise exclusively auditory experience, so that the consumer was taken on a Magical Mystery Tour of perception.

This article is clearly designed to generate arguments among LP aficionados everywhere. especially since my area of expertise is music, while the visual arts are an area with which I am unfamiliar, or should I say, ungifted. So it comes down to taste, which is subjective as a result of personal experiences and comprehension. There are things we just "get" that others don't and vice-versa. Consequently, it will be interesting to see if there is any commonality between myself and the kind folks at Rolling Stone.

I begin from a perspective of total genius in marketing simplicity, having narrowed it down to the following top 3 albums in no particular order:

1.Dark Side Of The Moon: Pink Floyd
2.The White Album: Beatles
3.In Through The Out Door: Led Zeppelin

These covers promised nothing, but over-delivered.
In Through The Out Door was wrapped in a brown paper bag, the White Album was all white and then there's Dark Side of the Moon. This album has the distinction of spending more weeks on the charts than any other album ever!! It remained on the Billboard 200 for a whopping.....wait for it.........
741 weeks!!
For you mathematicians out there, that's over 14 yrs!! Go tell someone. They won't believe you.

The gate folded album cover, usually reserved for records with too much content to fit on the back of the sleeve, is simply black with a Prism refracting a simple beam of light into all the colours of the Rainbow.
I know hippies who can have an 8 hour discussion based on that detail alone!

Now I share with you the artwork that touched, aroused, haunted and intrigued me over the years. You may agree or disagree depending on whether or not you care, but ultimately, enjoy them now, for they may soon be fully extinct.

The inside gatefold of Ohio Players'classic
'Sweet Sticky Thang' album (left).
The woman on the Herb Alpert cover is swathed in whipped cream, a level of risque that was touchy at the time.


Also, Kansas' Point of No Return. The picture and the title work so well conceptually, as do the songs. It wasn't until 20 yrs. old that I thought about what that meant, and how we strive to know things that we may want to un-know, but can't. I love it!


The image of angels performing harmless, but characteristically unangelic acts, is amusingly cheeky.


I have nothing to say about the Rainbow cover other than to urge you to look at it for a while.
Def Leppard? Again, just look.

Zeppelin IV - Once unfolded, you saw that the enigmatic picture of "old man carrying sticks" hung upon a wall of a condemned house in the middle of a slum. Yet this strange image remained.
As for Nirvana, they were just pure genius and vision from day one till day last. Many still speculate whether Courtney Love's curious one-album success after Kurt Cobain's death was a coincidence.

As I do this, I realize why the good people at Rolling Stone chose to print a book. There are way too many to display, and much to debate.

Here are some random works for you all to enjoy:
Click on photos to enlarge.

This classic Miles Davis album is an awesome merger of concept and color.

Please note that I do not in any way endorse this next image, but since everyone already knows that Ted Nugent is nuts, it's just awfully telling. Who thinks of something like this? I am framing it to send to his daughter as a wedding gift?

Erykah Badu scores big with me on this one, but you really have to look.

This one is not actually an album cover but is a wonderful example of how this element of pop culture influences art.

Most of you can tell that these women are painted a la Pink Floyd album covers.