Finding Home
2004-04-21 06:00:51 ET

The city
the country
the suburbs
and back
a mansion
apartment
a run down old shack

beating feet
down the pavement
kicking dust
up the road
feeling you're safe
just walking home

thousands of stories
you'll never meet
passing people
on the streets

kids on the corner
mom at the store
fixing up their bikes
god-knows what for

football in the alley
fat beats on the streets
booming bass from the window
tennis shoes on my feet

cats and dogs fighting
through screens and doors
the neighbor's conversation
floating up through the floor

opening windows up
to the cool spring breeze
windchimes singing
birds float away
in the breeze
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T-Shirt Weather
2004-04-18 07:06:04 ET

Hey Mike, you busy?
All this sunshine's making me dizzy
Went outside all my clothes dried
And If I'm babbling please forgive me
But it's the first hint of sunshine
For a week or so they say
I'm keeping well I'm in good health
But I sneeze when I look into the sun today
There's my bike looking dusty
The spokes are broken and rusty
But I'm happy to walk
I'm happy with anything today
And I'm out in the sunshine
While my friend's at home asleep
I guess that's just the downside
To the money he makes and the hours he keeps
And I say hey
It's a beautiful day
And it's starting to feel a lot better
So wake up, wake up
It's t-shirt weather
Ba ba ba
Could things be better?
This afternoon in the pub I met her
"Maggie mae" on the jukebox
Hey things are okay
"Just two things" she tells me
"If you want to keep things friendly
No beer for me, no peanuts and I'll be happy
Oh and no football"
I guess that makes three
It's a beautiful day
And it's starting to feel a lot better
So wake up, wake up
It's t-shirt weather!

- Martin "Marty" Donald
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No Woman, No Cry
2004-04-14 17:36:50 ET

I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown,
obaserving the 'ypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet.
Good friends we have, oh, good friends we've lost
Along the way.
In this great future, you can't forget your past;
So dry your tears, I seh.

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
'Ere, little darlin', don't shed no tears:
No, woman, no cry.

I remember when-a we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown.
And then Georgie would make the fire light,
As it was logwood burnin' through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which I'll share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So I've got to push on through.
But while I'm gone, I mean:
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right!
I said, everything's gonna be all right-a!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right, now!
Everything's gonna be all right!

So, woman, no cry;
No - no, woman - woman, no cry.
Woman, little sister, don't shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.

I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown.
And then Georgie would make the fire light,
As it was logwood burnin' through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which I'll share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So I've got to push on through.
But while I'm gone:

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
Woman, little darlin', say don't shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.


- Bob
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2004-04-14 03:08:05 ET

Captured moment in time
words phrased just right
heart spilled on the page
to be mopped up
with the dawn's first light

like a dream, once vivid
now forgotten
like a love, once wild
now lost
hands running through hair
won't make it return
though you try
a prayer

forgotten poem
missed chance
lost love
second glance
abandonded child
grieving wife
stray cat
wasted life
balloon floating in the breeze
a wallet lost
a treasure found
a kite caught in a tree
divorce papers
not yet signed
poet running
out of rhyme
his mind tries
to rekindle
that magic spark divine
but all that's left
is the gnawing question
of what he's doing
with his time.
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4/09/04 - the Aggrolites @ University of MD, College Park, MD
2004-04-12 03:09:54 ET

Friday night wsa proof that ska fans have
a) too much time on their hands
b) nothing to do with their lives
I say this because, if any other concert started an hour late, the crowd would, oh I don't know... complain?
But in the case of the Aggrolites show at University of MD, everyone took it as granted that a ska show would be somewhat disorganized.
Luckily, we didn't have to sit around that long, mainly because we knew the Ready Steady Go were opening, and go there late in order to avoid them.

I did catch the last 4 songs of RSG's set, and I have to say - every time I see these guys they have some sort of excuse as to why they suck.
Friday it was because of the lateness, the lack of crowd, and that Dan recently broke his foot. But, man! I've seen the Pietasters play to a crowd that small, and they at least make it look like they're having fun.
The guitar player and keyboards are the only two members of the RSG consistently impress me. Alex Fine just stood up there during his solos with that "And I'm not even trying" look on his face, and still blew me away.

Next up came Westbound Train v2.0, and for the first time, they impressed me. The harmonies were tight, the horns had it down, and they actually seemed to be enjoying themselves.
I think these fellas are going to be allright. they even had a song that I didn't know.
I wasn't sure that was possible!

Eastern Standard Time just shows you what ska was meant to be - soulful, danceable, and fun. and they sound good.
Only the second time I'd ever seen them, I'm thouroughly impressed, and they're now on my list of bands to see whenever they come around.

Finally, the Aggrolites took the stage at 10:15. the show was supposed to be over at 10:30. They didn't care.
They call themselves "Dirty Reggae," and that might be the closest description I can offer.
There's 5 members of the band, playing guitar, guitar, bass, drums, and keys, and they play a reggae rhythm and scream out the lyrics.
They had the look of Rockabilly, the attitude of a Punk band, and the soul of Reggae.
What most impressed me about the band was the lead singer. He just had that "Dicky Barrett" attitude that says, "I'm bad-ass, you know it, let's get on with it."
He also had a wireless, Brian-Setzer-esque guitar, which he wandered through the crowd with.
And not to leave the band out, like I said - the beat never stopped, and neither did they. I don't think they ever took a break, just flowed from one song into the next. That takes talent.

Now. It may sound like I'm kissing major ass, and agreeing with everyone who proclaimed the Aggrolites as the second coming of Don Drummond, but read closely - they're stage show was probably the best part.
Besides that the music was nothing new - just like Rockabilly, it's all been done before, so you just have to get past that, since they're a retro-band, they're not going to do anything amazing or experimental musically.

So, if they come around again, will I go see them? Probably.
Did I buy they're CD at the end of the show? Obviously.

Oh yeah - one more thing about the Aggrolites.
They did a reggae cover of "the Funky Chicken." which is just whacked. Funny as hell, but whacked. And the two girls we were with apparently did it so well, they were brought on-stage to demonstrate it.

which brings me to my over-all review of the show -
I think the thing that makes for an excellent ska show as compared to a good ska show is having friends there to share it with. And this one was an amazing line-up, and I had all my best concert going friends there to share it with, so I left a very happy/tired Rudy.
*sentimental music*
*close curtain*





aaaannd...... scene.
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