Dream Big

I’m evidently not as young as I used to be so after several late nights or early mornings, depending on how you look at it, I’ve caught a wicked cold. Such is life I guess. Mommy (yes I still call my parents mommy and daddy) now has me on lockdown. I’m not allowed to leave the house until I’m better. With all this free time there’s not much to do but sleep and dream.

It’s my dream to open a music store like no other in my beautiful island home. I’d sell vinyl records, vinyl players, posters, CDs and musical instruments and equipment by day. By night I would transform the store into a mini concert venue where album launches and concerts can be held. I’d also have an amateur’s night where fresh musical acts can get some exposure.

That’s all I’ve dreamt up so far though but I really want to see it through. If you have any ideas or suggestions feel free to share.

More next time,




My little cousins are visiting Jamaica for the first time and they are absolutely precious. I’m pretty good with kids because we don’t age here in Neverland so things were going fairly well. That was until my little cousin looked at me with bright eyes and dropped the bomb. The conversation went something like this

Cousin: Where are you from?

Me: Jamaica

Cousin:Oh, but you don’t sound Jamaican

Me: *stunned silence*

Mom: She’s been at school in America for a while so that’s probably why

Me: *still stunned silence but if you listened carefully you could hear my heart break*

So there you have it folks, I’ve been thinking I was doing a darn good job at keeping my accent but here I am hardly halfway through my undergrad experience and it’s already fading.Β Let’s face it the Jamaican accent is mad cool and I don’t want to lose it. I’m so heartbroken :(.




The second event I attended was Nanook last week Thursday the 18th of December. I honestly don’t really know what exactly Nanook is so I’ll describe it based on what I’ve seen and heard. Apparently is a bi-weekly event. On Tuesdays a DJ plays rootsy music while artists paint the walls of the venue and on Thursdays the DJ plays from 8pm until around 10.30 when a live band takes over.

My friends, Shida and Abbey and I walked into the venue at about 10 pm. We walked through the rustic two story building that was made almost entirely of wood. The ground floor housed what looked like a bar while the second floor was a sort of look out point where guests could view the band. This is at least how it seemed to me as I didn’t spend much time in either locations because my friends and I were instantly drawn to the outdoors. Once there we met up with another of our friends, Bugsie, who happened to be performing that night. We pulled up a seat in front of the stage and waited patiently for the show to begin.

After a while the Jazzy music the DJ was playing started to stir something within me and the overwhelming urge to drum started to take over. It seemed to have the same impact on Shida and as she is definitely the more ballsy of the two of us, she asked Bugsie if she could borrow his drum until the show started. So we sat there improvising on Bugsie’s djembe for the next five or so songs. Eventually members of the band walked onto the stage and started setting up so we returned the drum.

They did mostly covers of songs and musicians were free to come on stage and show their stuff. This is how I met my newest drumming idol, Hector. This talented man walked onto the stage, stole the set with a wicked solo on the djembe then walked off the stage, just like nothing happened. He later returned to play the drum set. He played with such confidence and power it was so magical. Can I keep him? Please?

Anywho my friends and I left before the show ended as it was a weekday and Shida had work the next morning. It was definitely a wonderful experience so if you have time to kill on a Tuesday or Thursday you should definitely swing by Nanook at 20 Burlington Avenue.

More to come but until next time,



The Journey to Reggae Mountain

Okay I’ve been out and about very regularly since coming home so there’s lots to talk about. The first event I had been to since coming home was Kelissa Live. I got home on December 12, 2014 and this event was on the 13th. Like I’ve said time and time again I’m very serious about Reggae music. This is why even though I spent the entire Friday either on a plane or at the gate waiting, sleep had to be sacrificed in order to see Kelissa’s set at Levels.

This concert was on Reggae Mountain. I’ve been to Reggae Mountain before but either because I wasn’t late this time or because it wasn’t as crowded as the last time I think I enjoyed this experience better than the last one. The last time I attended a concert there I went with my fellow reggae activist Rashida and we saw Chronixx perform. Check out her blog to see how that went. Now you might be asking what is this Reggae Mountain. I’m not 100% sure if that is like the official name you would see on a map or just a nickname but it does sound much cooler then Skyline Drive which is the name of the road that leads to the venue. My friends, Reggae Mountain is the place where if you die, you will be met by the great Reggae Legends such as my hubby, Bob Marley; The Crown Prince of Reggae, Dennis Brown; Garnett Silk and Bunny Rugz to name a few. The journey there was breath taking. I’m still trying to decide if that was because of how incredibly steep the roads were, the ridiculous 270 degree turns, the way one had to maneuver the narrow roads as speeding motorists charged down the hill without care since they had every turn memorized or the fact that one could see a panoramic view of Kingston, Jamaica.

The tickets were $700 with a Student Id. and $1000 otherwise. It was definitely worth every cent. Granted I was very hesitant to attend because I only knew like five Kelissa songs but I’m glad I brushed those thoughts aside. Her outfit was stunning (Kelissa if you ever read this introduce me to your clothing store, thank you). This woman started on such a high note (excuse the pun) and it only got better and better as the night progressed. I should probaby try writing about these events as soon as they happen because I have forgotten some stuff.

If you have ever been to an event put on by any member of the Reggae Revival (a group of young Jamaican musicians who have added a new and welcomed spunk to the reggae music we all know and love) you will know that you will not only be Edutained ( entertainment that educates) by the person who headlines the concert. I have discovered that the group of artistes is a very supportive one so if you go to a Jesse Royal concert there is a chance that you will see Chronixx or Jah9 or Protoje. It just depends on who is on tour. This is one of the most admirable qualities of the Revivalists. Consequently I was able to see snippets from Runkus, Dre Island, Jesse Royal and Kabaka Pyramid. She closed the night by singing with her brother and fellow Reggae Revivalist Keznamdi.

Being a Reggae concert, the beliefs of the Rastafari culture were expressed. Food was provided by an I’tal (no meat and little or no salt) business called Veggie Meals on Wheels. Chakula, the owner of the venue and father of Kelissa, also had a little shop where beverages could be purchased including beers, soft drinks and a variety of fresh and natural fruit juices.

That’s basically how the night went. I had a great time with great people listening to great music at an amazing location. I’m terrible at remembering to take pictures so check Shida’s account of the night for pics πŸ™‚

Thanks for stopping by πŸ™‚



I’m Back

So I’ve been missing in action for the past few weeks. Sorry about that x_x. The days leading up to my final exams were all depressingly busy. You know how they say: “if something can go wrong it will” well they told no lie. Thank God that’s all over now. Got my grades back and although they could be a little better I’m content. Nothing can bring me down now though because after four long months, I’m finally home. Yes, about a week ago I touched down in the Land of Wood and Water! I’ll try to keep you all updated on the goings on as I try to experience as much of our culture as possible before I have to go back to school.

It’s so good to be back πŸ™‚