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a revelation about this journal on occasion, impulsiveness, a life of bad timing and tidal waves of angst (and luck that the Irish would be happy to avoid) have made the idea of abandoning this journal appealing. but, there's this legacy of "not following through" that is a constant battle. inspiration, too, can be an indignant son-of-a-bitch... which, i have found in my case, can only originate from the inside. so, i continue to add page-after-page... despite being a grown man among those many years my junior, without emoticons, or much creative html experience... because i have found this much preferable to mounds of wadded up paper. and, if i dont have a way to get all of these words out of my head, my skull will crack and ooze like a way-too hard-boiled-egg. sounds sensible. at this time, i need to pay homage to one who has gone on this week... without whom, there would be no reggae, or dancehall, or rap or hip hop, as the world knows it. beacause, soul music from Jamaica still makes the skin on the back of my neck prickle. sleep on, Coxsone.
Clement "Coxsone" Dodd, creator of Studio One (Jamaica Recording Studio 13 Brentford Road, Kingston) Max Respect to all the Moms. |
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