I had a real hectic day last week Saturday. After I watched Gargoyles and caught some cricket, I had to go down to the Little Carib Theatre for the how that opens Rapso week, breaking new ground. That show was supposed to start at 4:30pm, so when I got there at eight o’clock, it was […]
Tag: Dennis Allen
Tour
There was a time in this country. A time when the people’s anxiety was stirring. When the average man and woman got disillusioned whenever they looked around at their situation. No one was making any money and hope for a future on the island was becoming more expensive by the day. For some, the only […]
Recipe for a Road March
Ingredients: 1 fist-sized bundle of cheap bandanas 4 dotish taglines A pinch of overweight dancergirl 1 pitcher of white rum 1 case of extra-strength local beer A bunch of unimaginative local soca singers (Foreign-based soca signers according to taste.) Five pairs of dirty short pants One slightly out of time Chinese dry cleaner/radio host 1 […]
Recipe for a Fig Oil Republic
Ingredients: 1 Reasonable Size Republic 1 (step)Father of Nation/ 1 Perpetual Opposition Leader cum Prime Minister (These Ingredients interchangeable) 1 Political Party/fete, Wannabe opposition 1 Handful of ungrateful illiterate black people from Laventille 1 Tall and dark person to identify them 1 Cane Belt 1 Two Seat Powerbase (step)Sister Island Backbiting, conspiracy and mauvais langue […]
August 31st 1962
Who would know that in our government’s haste to beautify its way into the 21st century, we would end up selling our national heritage for 876 runs? Before you get started, Brian Lara is my boy. These days young black males are blamed for everything from the state of the economy to the dismantling of […]
Raoul Peck (CARIFESTA 1995)
RAOUL PECK (CARIFEST 1995) I went to this film symposium the other day. It was co-ordinated by the Banyan Squad held at a nice new vibes spot; Café de Artistes and featured a director I haven’t seen before in my life. (He’s from the Caribbean, so obviously we won’t know a thing about him or […]
Issue 1 – Dennis Allen
Staring at the time I still don’t know what it means to me it’s late. or early. how ever you put it. It’s so dark you can’t even see your feet that you didn’t wash before you went to sleep like your mother always told you to. Even now you think of the mess you […]