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globalFEST On the Road: Creole Carnival

Imagine my surprise when I saw that a Jamaican entertainer I knew was coming to my little college. I wanted to ask him the question so many have asked me: How did you find your way here?

My college was one of the stops of the globalFEST tour. The tour featured performances from Brushy One Sting, a Jamaican man who plays a guitar with one string; Casuarina, a samba group and Emeline Michel, “The reigning queen of Haitian song”. I knew I had to be at the show just to give Brushy my support. However, I enjoyed it even more than I had anticipated.

The show opened with Emeline and even though all her songs were in the Haitian French Creole, her soulful voice conveyed her powerful messages in a way words never could. It is for this reason that I say music is a universal language.

After Emeline and her band left the stage, a small, slender man in a hat took their place. He had no backing band, just one guitar with one string. Brushy One String didn’t need much more. He captivated the audience with his powerful voice and equally powerful messages of love and unity.

Casaurina was last to take the stage. They played and sang traditional Brazilian songs and once again language did not create a barrier. Their music conveyed happiness and sadness effectively. Once they were through with their set, Emeline and Brushy returned to the stage for the grand finale. Together, they sang Bob Marley’s Get Up Stand Up with a Samba twist. They brought everyone to their feet and received thunderous applause for their amazing performance.

#KultureShocked

 

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A Musical Relationship

I felt really creative today and this sort of came to me so enjoy!

That bassline
sends chills down my spine,
clears my mind,
erases my fears,
dries my tears,
or makes them fall.
But that’s not all.

The drums kick in,
creating a rhythm
that makes my head spin.
I am weak.
I give in,
to the call of the percussion.
I cant resist,
I dont want to.

Vocals soon follow
and I lose it.
The rise, the fall, the swell,
I cling to every word said
and still I want more.

Now we’re at the end
and the steady rhythm starts to fade.
The last note cuts like a blade,
but I still want more