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 3 comments

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 1 comment

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 2 comments

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. 1 comment

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. 3 comments

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