Tuesday, July 17, 2012

... of buttless chaps and a band called Vag ...

... sexy is in the eyes of the beholder, and who doesn't fancy a bit of sexy? ... the thing is, one man's meat is another man's poison, to co-opt a phrase that conjures a graphic image (in this context), even as it flirts with sexism and moral judgement in its polemic ...

... a Caribbean upbringing can make you familiar with public enactments of overt sexuality, notwithstanding restrictive colonisation of the collective mind via instilled religious text ... if you've attended explicit Jamaican dancehall street-events, or sweaty Trini Soca carnivals, you can attest:  public fora where carnal expression asserts license to step out and override long established standards of Judeo-Christian moral propriety ...

... correspondingly, such contrast is also observed in Canada, a Commonwealth pillar with a cold, staid rep - it's demonstrably apparent around increasingly outre Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender (LGBT) populations flourishing in Canadian cities, in particular, those hosting annual festivals dubbed PRIDE ...










... well, clearly, some men have as much pride in their buttocks as some women have in their breasts, if I'm to guage by the range of al fresco body parts on display during unavoidable PRIDE celebrations in Toronto (that is unless you're mayor Rob Ford, who's sure to be awol for the fun) ... in fairness, urban nudity may be as much about personal liberation as exhibitionism, but one can't be sure of motive, thereby stoking opinion, pro and con ...

... the relative anonimity of an outdoor street-festival, in a mixed crowd, swollen by thrill-seeking out-of-towners and local looky-loos, supports a carefree approach to romping revelry, so it shouldn't be at all surprising to find the full gamut of expression, in search of what amounts to hedonistic un-selfconsciousness ...















... a band of putative pussies, calling themselves Vag Halen, cranking out rock covers, was on one side of a stand of unisex port-a-potties ... on the other side was a parking-lot session blaring hip-hop and gruff dancehall (uh huh, dancehall - as in triple-threat Beenie, Bounty and Buju, a newly-out Diana King and the somewhat gayly-named Terror Fabulous) ...

... this suggests that a not-so-silent detente in sexual politics, a sort of gradual gay glasnost, is actually possible at a grass-roots level, if our drift to judgement is left to Jah. Even conceding that, on some level, we can all be given to subjective prejudice ...









... it's been a couple dozen years since I was first exposed to this culture by a secure lesbian cousin ... proximity to related events in Vancouver, L.A. and Sydney hadn't enticed me back, so this time I noted certain significant developments ... cliches remain, evident in droves, but the crowds today tend to be augmented by families and observers who can see the specter of "queer" without feeling hatred, rancor or threat ... to say that this occasion was inclusive, if a tad raunchy, would be an understatement ...

... piggy-backing, as PRIDE does, with Canada Day's exultant, flying Maple Leaf ensigns, ubiquitous beavers and mooses, helps to compound a general theme of celebration ... still, the most prevalent personal identifiers were rainbow-hued hairstyles, tats, tits, tit-tats and tiaras, with the occasional mustachioed cowboy dude swinging his lasso at submissive lasses for good measure ...



... in the bigger window of a wider world, notable homo-promo avowals by the likes of media-personalities Anderson Cooper and Don Lemon have become expected, if not commonplace, affecting neither their respective credibilities, such as they are, nor the proverbial price of rice in China ... much less, corrupting our impressionable youth at home or abroad ...

... talented, emergent R&B poet/singer Frank Ocean, who has made similar revelations, may actually raise his stock by doing so proactively ... Generation Next will always look back at the seductive sixties sexual revolution and Haight-Ashbury's hippie, free-love-in-the-park sensibility as a template to dress up or down as it chooses ... after all, is "choice" not the key to freedom? ...
 








... United States President Barack Obama's recent ballsy pronouncement, in regard to his personal views on same-sex marriage, is unlikely to stem opposition to this type of union, due to dominant heterosexual perspective ... however, the more these concepts get an airing, in America, Canada or the Caribbean, is the less shocking they become, just as images of topless women, references to vaginas, penises and natural body-functions, are, in time, likely to make fewer people blanch or blush ...







Monday, June 25, 2012

... while all the world watched Europe ...

... "typical," I somewhat facetiously tweeted, "World watches Euros while global future hinges on Antigua vs. Jamaica" ...

... hashtag references to "CONCACAF" and "Euro2012" kept the tweet pertinent to the topic at hand, football, the beautiful game, mere soccer to a non-believer but nothing less than bloodless warfare to legions who take the sport seriously ...

... here, during the height of competition between European topdogs, was this unrelated match-up oceans away, a first-leg World Cup qualifier between two island-nations with aspirations to make the really big show, still two full years away ...

... World Cup 2014 in Brazil, the Garden of Eden of footballing mythology, is the intended destination, and reaching the finals is an achievement Jamaica can boast of from their 1998 apogee ...














... hosts Antigua and Barbuda, playing at this level for the first time, adapted the cricket stadium in the centre of the island for home games ... the modest, yet modern, facility named in honor of most famous son Sir Vivian Richards, a titan of cricketing culture, contrasts to the stadia of Europe, but just add water, goalposts, FIFA banners - presto, bonafide ballground ...

... the topographical factoid of the multi-strip cricket square in the middle of the park is something all West Indian ballers will have encountered at some point ... no problem, right? ...








... bookies playing odds would have Jamaica's seasoned Reggae Boyz schooling their less storied counterparts from Antigua, the Benna Boys, on the way to taking a maximum three points from this important encounter ... at least, that was the script ...

... most of the festoonery decorated the Western stands, the crowd concentrated there too, with local support dominating over the Jamaican presence, but the colors were blended and familiar, this being a clash of Caribbean cousins ...










... build-up to gametime had been intense and steady ... balletic referee rituals entertained the sparse eastern stands pre-game, while Antigua ran through calm, collected calisthenics at one end, in eye-catching red warm-up kits ...

... I had tuned in to Jamaican FM Radio, a few days prior to this initial round of matches, and astonishly heard questions alluding to "small-island" designs on football power in the region being put to Gordon Derrick, the new head-honcho in Caribbean Football Union politics ... did I mention he's Antiguan? ...

... and so our stage was set ...








... on the afternoon, someone had the forethought to position a winsome videographer and her equipment adjacent to the ad hoc, flicky-tricky scrimmages Jamaica prefers as final preparation ...

... I watched as she got some delightful footage, but felt I could also discern conflict of focus in that moment, and no real respect for the contest at hand, from the preening, cocksure black, green and gold, who had to defer their traditional yellow strip ...









... the spotlight shone even brighter with the attendance of Jamaican Prime Minister Portia Simpson-Miller in sporty topstitching, and Horace Burrell of the JFF, who presided over the National Anthems and wished the Boyz 'n' Boys well ...









... then came time to kick the pigskin ...








... there was no Shevchenko on the field (though he owns a home in Antigua and is frequently here), no Ronaldo, Balotelli or Schweinsteiger either, unless they were wearing Jamaica shirts which had no names to identify or represent players who it seems, also switch squad-numbers ...

...  #5 in the warm-up came on as a substitute, wearing #4 ...

... my guess is that this subtly undermines key psychologies in young men who are part of notoriously star-driven cultures, football in general and Jamaican Football specifically ... Antigua got this part right - Byers, Griffith and James enhancing their reputations, with Nottingham Forest's Dexter Blackstock reserved for tactical insertion into the game ...


... the pacey Jamaicans, many of whom look to be of genuine technical ability, had no evident plan to reel in these sprats (or minnows, the term you'll hear most often to describe a population of 80,000 audacious enough to field a football team) ... the result was an even nil-nil scoreline which reflected positively on a sensible, spirited performance by the home-team ...

... the visitors left behind a considerably different aftertaste ahead of sterner tests, including the return leg against the newly emboldened Benna Boys, on the Road to Rio ...









... amid the flag waving and good natured support of a team defying predictions, were many Jamaicans who expect more from their national side ... despite being fitter than previous aggregations, the Reggae Boyz would do well to develop a disciplined mental approach which will allow them to adapt more successfully to diverse opposition ...

... the Benna party went deep into the night and next morning's press headline read "We got one!," referring to the first-ever point earned at this level of competition ...

... it's Spain and Germany holding fans in their thrall, for now, as this scoreless match is already old news ... Antigua takes on Guatemala next and Jamaica will seek to rock 'n' roll the U.S.A. in Kingston, but two points dropped at the cricket ground are likely to have more consequence than the one gained ...

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

... a yah so nice ...

... it wasn't too long ago that topflight reggae family Morgan Heritage had a massive hit song which answered a Norwegian visitor's legitimate query as to why so many Jamaicans seem to favor the facial expression known as "screwface" ... as is true of many a straightforward question, answers can be inconclusive, even contradictory ... such is the discrepant nature of this remarkable place, dubbed Xaymaca (Land of Wood and Water) by the original Arawak inhabitants ...

... after indicating specific harsh realities of life in contemporary Jamaica comes the song's chorus, a response in the form of a question, "... do you see anything fi smile 'bout?" ... in truth, centuries of colonial and post-colonial forces have shaped this nation like penknife-whittled wood ... natural habitats are now compromised by humans, as elsewhere, and survivalism is honed to correlate to the landscape, both geographical and cultural ...

... yet, visceral beauty remains a defining feature of the island ...

... that beauty is binding energy for Jamaicans everywhere ...

... from personal observation, you certainly can take the man out of Jamaica but you can't take the Jamaica out of the man ... this is because the zeitgeist we exhibit today actually melds that which some feel we've lost, namely, old-world traditions forged from empire, and combines them with the inevitable exuberance of the unleashed ... the social result isn't monolithic but is, at least partially, painted red, gold and green ... abundant soil, above and below, subtly lavender Lignum Vitae blossoms and flamboyant Poinciana complement a fulsome assortment of fruiting flora ...

... don't get me going on the fruiting flora! ... another day ...

... with due respect to the Morgans, and that cleverly crafted landmark tune, brother Bob Marley's Positive Vibration and Smile Jamaica are my prescribed pick-me-ups for the people in this dispensation of time (as Peter Tosh would say), since 2012 provides a perfect storm for navel-gazing ... if we can hold onto anything learned since Independence, it's that there is always something to smile 'bout ... if your heart can see ...

"picking up, are you picking up now?" - Bob Marley

JAMAICAN GLOSSARY
"a yah so nice" - literally, "here is nice"
(handle with care, may also refer to erogenous zones)
"screwface" - facial expression of displeasure/skepticism
(may be shortened to "screw"- not commonly sexual, but hey ...)
Lignum Vitae - a rock-hard tree
(the blossoms are Jamaica's National Flower)
Poinciana - charmingly known as Flamboyant in Antigua
zeitgeist - not Jamaican, but cool anyway
(smile)

Friday, May 18, 2012

... feed me ...

    ... so, me see dem a fly down, for white beach in sunshine,
 an' riddim, rum, runners, roots-wine,
palaav' and pree pretty girls,
modeling all those fancy curls,
like the likkle tune weh Bunny and Bob sing,
back a Guinness, Stripe, Tru Juice, cool Ting ...

... yeh, see dem a come, one I-grade hexpeer'ence,
dancehall in session, beat two fence,
trash! ... cris' bashment clothes,
strike paparazzi video-light pose,
but when I reach I mus' hit the right note,
first chance I get ... man a nyam sweet curry goat!


JAMAICAN GLOSSARY
"palaav'" - palaver, chat, chat up, conversation 
"to pree" - to check out, notice, assess intently
"likkle" - little
Stripe - (brandname) Red Stripe, Jamaican beer
Ting - an award-winning Jamaican grapefruit soft-drink
"I-grade" - high-grade
"hexpeer'ence" - (pronunciation) experience
"beat fence" - gatecrash
"trash" - from "trash and ready" meaning looking good
"cris'" - crisp
"bashment" - party
"to nyam" - to eat

Sunday, May 6, 2012

... say "hi" to Bob ...

... the discovery of an old diary of mine set me straight on a couple things ... through much of spring 1981, prepping for exams I should've passed the year before, I was wrapped up in an academic cocoon ... hence, contrary to well-intentioned fiction fashioned over three decades, it seems I didn't hear of Bob Marley's passing until the morning after it happened ...

... I was downing breakfast and coffee before heading for the Library, and with nothing being particularly romantic about the experience, I felt extra-cheated in that moment by the news ...

... losing Bob was personal ... consequently I avidly devour every posthumous detail, anecdote, article, book and video ... the cosmic vacuum left behind on that May 11th, when he drew final breath en-route to Jamaica, subsists on persistent postscript ...













... enter Kevin MacDonald's film Marley, the brand-new-heavy, a two-and-a-half hour feature-documentary illuminating the life of musical icon Bob Marley ... it's the latest manifestation of a kept promise, Bob's own pledge of presence-in-perpetuity ... "you a go tyad to see me face, can't get me out a di race" - (Bad Card)

... the globo-ubiquity of Brand Marley is remarkable for its straddling of high and low places ... Anna Wintaur of Vogue and Laura of the Bushes can attest, similarly too the random street stencils spotted by my daughter in San Miguel, Mexico ...


... with Bob firmly ensconced in the pantheon of revered rockers, responsibility for turning out a product such as "Marley" surely daunts stout effort and best intention ... indeed, directors Stone, Scorcese and Demme publicly flirted with head credits, before MacDonald, just into his teens in '81, stayed aboard to deliver an updated primer on the sensibilities of his subject ...

... the thirty-odd year wait for family and key collaborators to sign-off on the film has seen gradual leakage of memorabilia and memories over time, feeding several tomes and bolstering the overall industry that is The Legend ... familiarity with many of the extant photos of Bob Marley only sweetens the freshness of an image that registers as rare or new ...



... as I become aware that so many people are yet unaware of Robert Nesta Marley's mixed racial heritage for example, or even the fact that dreadlocks can actually be kept clean, I'm reminded that the film's target zone is vast and ever-expanding ... future generations will now be challenged to place this extraordinary life in context of a wider narrative ...

... Marley the documentary is poised to infuse some clarity into the smokescreen and engage viewers who are hip to only isolated aspects of this musician's mythology and mystique ...

... y'see, nearly everyone has an idea who shot the metaphorical sheriff John Brown, and accepts that a double negative is clumsy syntax unless you're singing No Woman, No Cry, but it behoves me to point out that too many settle for the reductive cliche of stoned Rastaman, an "irie mon" simplification of a real revolutionary ... this is about to change, say "hi" to Bob the man ...

... much of his story is a matter of public record, and we've watched and studied as the phenomenon grew ...

"in the darkness there must come out a light,"
- (Could You Be Loved)

... but it hasn't always been clear where to start when initiating new attention to the Bob Marley allegory ... by beginning on shores across the Atlantic, Marley strikes a first note as crisp as Carly Barrett's rimshot drumroll ... deliberate pacing and lengthier edits lend languid riddim to the film that, in the end, doesn't feel too long ...

... spiced with revealing footage of previously anonymous individuals like Bob's Bavarian nurse and the half-sister he never knew, in addition to new footage of the usual cast of characters, the final cut is consistently compelling,  a story all should see ...

 ... the upshot is a linear look at Bob Marley's timeline - a simple, modern approach if ever there was one - humanizing, touching the familiar and unfamiliar on the way to a choke-up ending, which we know is coming but get to experience all over again ...

... as we ponder what was, what might've been and what will be ...


Friday, April 27, 2012

... the eyelines have it ...

... in my line of work a "voila!" moment frequently boils down to a precise combination of camera angles and eyelines, but this phenomenon has also been known to happen organically ...

... a visit to New York City's Central Park on any given day, armed with a keen sense of opportunism, will conclusively prove this a prolific playground in which to bear spontaneous witness ...

... without going to any great lengths at all ...

Monday, April 16, 2012

... pix and the city ...

... like all other revolutions, Binary innovation has changed the way we do things ... super-complex numerical theorems, in combination with concurrent and subsequent technological advances like circuit boards and micro-chips, are paying us back for all those years we spent hating math ... today everyone's an amateur Avedon, digi-documenter, tab-tourist, pixel paparazzo or Vivitar voyeur ... all that's required are a few megapixels and something to point a lens at ...

... take a vortex location for instance, like New York City's model greenspace Central Park, throw in some co-operative sunshine courtesy of an early spring, stand in a single spot, swivel and focus, and it's possible to be all of the above and more ...






... my Canon Eos T2i got a good workout on that day and the results were well worth the effort, making me rue not having it on hand when travelling Down Under ... but now I'm salivating at the prospect of turning it loose in Jamaica on my next trip ...

 ... screech, hold up! ... not 'til just now did I stop to consider how many telephotos could've been aimed at me in return ... yikes ...

 ... things just ain't the same,
 anytime the hunter gets captured by the game ...


Saturday, April 14, 2012

... extraordinary brothers-in-arms ...

... "I'm not an alien," so goes the quip, "but I play one on TV" ...

... at one point in the not so distant past, the United States Immigration and Naturalization Service (INS) classified me as an Alien of Extraordinary Ability in The Arts ... my head still swells at the adjective "extraordinary," even as the ascribed primary descriptive "alien" brings to mind fanciful images of almond-eyed Hanna Barbera Martians with ray guns in plexiglassed, single-occupant flying saucers ...

... still, I'm in good company 'cos even the lofty President Barack H. Obama, elected (via rigorous, even tortuous, adult sufferage) to the top office in the-land-which-would-lead-us-all, gets the word "alien" thrown at him from time to time ...

... as brothers-in-arms we have that and more in common ...

... not least of these commonalities are convincingly furrowed brows and mesmerising, outstretched arm gestures ...










... chillin' with my actual brother Stephen last week, high above 86th St. on Manhattan's Upper West Side, we formed a fraternal triumvirate-by-proximity with the POTUS, who, if we had a third sibling, would look like the brotha-on-the-book-cover ...



... again, in the not so distant past this would have been an implausible scenario ... and, while it's not enough to profess solidarity with a politician simply because one looks like him, it's certainly comforting that such an official can finally compare to one's own valid countenance - as well as being a measuredly progressive influence on the direction of the U.S. of A. ...

... speaking as an intergalactic adversary from another dimension (legions of Stargate SG-1 fans accept this as fact, so should you), I'm reconciled to a postponement of any assault on fair Planet Earth until after the end of Barack Obama's second term in office, out of respect for his (literally) extraordinary tenure ...

... should America falter at the polls, Apophis may interdict ...