burning my CDs
and stapling my chapbooks
during a hurricane

I’m posting this from the middle of Nantucket Sound, gently (HA!) swaying in the rain and wind from the outer bands of Tropical Storm Hanna, with frequegrl and rainbows27 sitting at the table with me (well, frequegrl is asleep stretched out in the booth) listening to Jimmy Cliff, and the Melodians, and all sorts of other old reggae.  We’ll make our gig, come rain, wind, choppy seas, fatigue…you name it.

Speaking of old reggae…we saw Burning Spear last night at Lupo’s. 

Two thoughts: 

1.  Jah is real. Is real, is real, IS REAL!!
2.  Burning Spear, for a man nearly as old as Jah, can move as fast as a cat when he wants…damn.  Amazing show.  I’m not as up on my reggae as I should be, I have decided.  I knew of Burning Spear but didn’t own anything more than a song or two on comp albums, and had never seen him….again, two hours worth of DAMN and motherfucking WOW.

And for the record…not a drop to drink, not a puff of anything, nothing.  Pure music high.  Didn’t stop moving all night.

Time to shut down, as the battery is gettin’ low…and the one on the computer’s not great either.