Listening to...
Clement 'Coxsone' Dodd's Musical Fever... Takes you to a rhythmic place where perhaps, you can end up at a market place & makes me remember that poem we had to read when I was a little girl in Trinidad--Song of the Banana Man and it goes something like this: "The Song of the Banana Man" by Evan Jones. Touris, white man, wipin his face, Met me in Golden Grove market place. He looked at m'ol' clothes brown wid stain , AN soaked right through wid de Portlan rain, He cas his eye, turn up his nose, He says, 'You're a beggar man, I suppose?' He says, 'Boy, get some occupation, Be of some value to your nation.' I said, 'By God and dis big right han You mus recognize a banana man. 'Up in de hills, where de streams are cool, An mullet an janga swim in de pool, I have ten acres of mountain side, An a dainty-foot donkey dat I ride, Four Gros Michel, an four Lacatan, Some coconut trees, and some hills of yam, An I pasture on dat very sa...