Bob Marley – Africa Unite – A Rasta song about the black Rastas returning to their homeland in Africa.

Bob Marley – Africa Unite – A Rasta song about the black Rastas returning to their homeland in Africa.

I like this song even though it is rather daft. One of the tenets of the Rastafarian religion was the migration of all black people back to Africa. It’s a very naïve idea and will never happen. Most black people are quite settled and integrated into the cultures of their own countries. They would find Africa a very different place to what they are used to. Then there are the numbers to consider.

It is however a nice romantic idea to have a spiritual affinity to the land that your forefathers came from. Ultimately all human beings came from Ethiopia so we, black, brown, red, yellow or pink, can all identify with the sentiment. I, as a white man, felt a tremendous affinity with Africa. We can’t, all 7 billion of us, all live there though.

From my perspective Rastafarianism was quite a hotch-potch of various religious, political and secular aspects brought together to create a rather strange new ‘religion’. The sacrament of ganga, the politics of Marcus Garvey, the dreadlocks, the deification of Haile Selassie and idea of Ethiopia as a homeland, reggae music, the old testament and black god. I could see the value for black self-esteem and cultural identity, it gave the poor blacks of Jamaica something to adhere to, it also proved attractive as an image to many blacks outside of Jamaica, but it was all so contrived. It is probably how all religions emerge.

“Africa Unite”

Ziya-po ya-ya, pa-pa-ya-pa!
Ti-da-lee, na po-po pu-du-loo!
Ste-na-peh na-na po po-ro po!
Africa unite:
‘Cause we’re moving right out of Babylon,
And we’re going to our Father’s land, yea-ea.

How good and how pleasant it would be before God and man, yea-eah! –
To see the unification of all Africans, yeah! –
As it’s been said a’ready, let it be done, yeah!
We are the children of the Rastaman;
We are the children of the Iyaman.

So-o, Africa unite:
‘Cause the children (Africa unite) wanna come home.
Africa unite:
‘Cause we’re moving right out of Babylon, yea,
And we’re grooving to our Father’s land, yea-ea.

How good and how pleasant it would be before God and man
To see the unification of all Rastaman, yeah.
As it’s been said a’ready, let it be done!
I tell you who we are under the sun:
We are the children of the Rastaman;
We are the children of the Iyaman.

So-o: Africa unite,
Afri – Africa unite, yeah!
Unite for the benefit (Africa unite) for the benefit of your people!
Unite for it’s later (Africa unite) than you think!
Unite for the benefit (Africa unite) of my children!
Unite for it’s later (Africa uniting) than you think!
Africa awaits (Africa unite) its creators!
Africa awaiting (Africa uniting) its Creator!
Africa, you’re my (Africa unite) forefather cornerstone!
Unite for the Africans (Africa uniting) abroad
Unite for the Africans (Africa unite) a yard! [fadeout]

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Loudhailer Gathering with Jackson D and Hombre

A great night! Get to see these guys if you get the chance!

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Loudhailer Gathering Three Band Night, last weekend featured Loudhailer Electric Company, Jackson D and Hombre at O’Rileys Live Music Venue, Hull. Great night, thanks to everyone who came along!

Thanks to Opher for these photos. Click and scroll on…  

And here are Rich’s photos of Jackson D and Hombre and a couple of us he took during Jeff’s Underneath the Underground solo. You may notice that there is a Grassroots banner on the stage. There may have been some time travelling going on. 

Cheers to Darren at O’Rileys for a great sound and lights and to Andy for another top Freetownway/Loudhailer music night for our #letscelebrate year of events.  

Rich and Lou Duffy-Howard – Visit our Home Page

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Born in September

Frederic captures Autumn!

WORDS IN THE LIGHT

Trees weigh words and light,
and colors drown in the river.
Summer has lost its memory
but gardens remember Spring.

How strange! It seems to me
I am one thousand years old
and I feel like playing again
hide-and-seek with Fall.

I love those ember days
in the breath of the sun.
My soul was born in September:
today is forever.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Illustration: Bridge at Montfoucault (Camille Pissaro, 1874)

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Quotes About The Environment

Nature – the most wonderful thing that we are part of. It is as if we are busy trying to commit suicide.

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The Who – Won’t get Fooled Again – lyrics about the futility of war and regime change. Violent revolution changes nothing.

The Who – Won’t get Fooled Again – lyrics about the futility of war and regime change. Violent revolution changes nothing.

I can’t help thinking how pertinent this is with Boris Johnson and Donald Trump. Both will be facing elections shortly. Are we going to allow ourselves to be duped again?????  I bloody hope not!!!

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The sixties was an age of liberation. There was talk of a revolution. The students and workers took to the streets in Paris and set up barricades. Never had there been such a generation gap; such a difference in philosophy between the young who wanted peace, love, equality and a global perspective and the older generation with its paranoia and belligerence.

The Vietnam war had brought it all to a head. The cold war raged and the assured mutual destruction of the nuclear arsenals meant we all lived a few minutes away from annihilation.

We thought there was a better way – global brotherhood.

The trouble is that it is always the psychopathic and sociopathic people who rise to the top. They seem so plausible. They are so coherent; so strong. Once in power they are just the same as the old lot.

The Who summed it up in one of the most powerful songs of its day.

Won’t Get Fooled Again

We’ll be fighting in the streets with our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on sit in judgment of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play, just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again

The change, it had to come, we knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that’s all
And the world looks just the same and history ain’t changed
‘Cause the banners, they are flown in the last war

I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play, just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again, no no

I’ll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I’ll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Though I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?

There’s nothing in the streets, looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left is now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight

I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play, just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
Don’t get fooled again, no no

Yeah
Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss

The best live performance ever!!!!

Love is a Garden!

Love certainly is a garden Frederic – an oasis of nature in the concrete of the city!

WORDS IN THE LIGHT

Ornamental grasses
wave seductively in the wind,
flowers dream of freedom
in carefully aligned pots,
cleomes and roses grow
under the wooden arches
and poplars teach maples
how to touch the sky.

Let’s walk on the gravel path!
The place looks like
a wonderfully light-filled painting.
Summer is the painter’s name,
and butterflies can’t keep it secret:

Love is a garden!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Le jardin de l’île des Ibis © 2019– F.G.M.

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The Feelgood Band

Some great stuff on in Hull!

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The Feelgood Band sure came up with the goods at O’Rileys, Hull last night.

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Great to hear their complimentary words about playing in Hull, Mick Ronson’s home town. Here’s the band in action, photos by Richard Duffy-Howard.

Here’s Ched who opened the show with a great set from his one man band, Ched’s Bare Bones.

The Feelgood Band at O'Rileys, Hull

Cheers to Darren at O’Rileys for a great sound and lights and to Andy for putting on another top Freetownway music night for the #letscelebrate year of events.

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An Ode to Dylan

A few versions of the mighty Dylan by Bumba!

Every Day Another Story

Here’s to the great Bob Dylan, the grand icon of American folk music. Nee Bob Zimmerman in Duluth Minnesota, he took the Dylan moniker from the Irish poet Dylan Thomas. Bob Dylan became so popular that today Dylan is a common first name for a lot of kids and grown people too. Even hotels and apartment buildings are named Dylan. Dylan is just considered an all around cool name. Hail to Bob Dylan. May he stay (forgive the expression) forever young. I’m going to post a number of his songs that I’ve recorded. This first one, I Shall Be Released I just did with some tracks added, which was fun. I Shall Be Released is one of his most iconic songs.

These are all sing alongs, you know.

Here’s Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right

Here’s Blowin In the Wind

Here’s Easy Chair, from that Woodstock period

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Photography – Louisiana Swamps, bayous and alligators

Photography – Louisiana Swamps, bayous and alligators

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Those Louisiana alligators are heavier than you think. I had to wrestle that one to submission. It was forty foot long and as mean as a sabre toothed tiger. It was almost as big as that spider! The Spanish moss was awesome.

These are some of the places we should take care to conserve. They are so wonderful!

Bob Dylan – the Ballad of Hollis Brown – lyrics that highlight the problems created by austerity and racism.

Bob Dylan – the Ballad of Hollis Brown – lyrics that highlight the problems created by austerity and racism.

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Bob Dylan took up the baton from Woody Guthrie – writing songs with a story and a social message. Nobody had ever achieved such incredible popularity by doing such things. He brought social issues, civil rights and war into the consciousness of the younger generation and challenged the prevailing attitudes of the establishment.

This song is about a black sharecropper who was starving to death with the whole of his family. In desperation he shot them and himself.

It resonates with these times of desperation created by the austerity policy.

“Ballad Of Hollis Brown”

Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin brokin’ down.You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don’t know how to smile.Your baby’s eyes look crazy
They’re a-tuggin’ at your sleeve
Your baby’s eyes look crazy
They’re a-tuggin’ at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe.

The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
If there’s anyone that knows
Is there anyone that cares ?

You prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
You prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
Your empty pocket tell you
That you ain’t a-got no friend.

Your babies are crying louder now
It’s pounding on your brain
Your babies are crying louder now
It’s pounding on your brain
Your wife’s screams are stabbin’ you
Like the dirty drivin’ rain.

Your grass is turning black
There’s no water in your well
Your grass is turning black
There’s no water in your well
Your spent your last lone dollar
On seven shotgun shels.

Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shortgun
That’s hangin’ on the wall.

Your brain is a-bleedin’
And your legs can’t seem to stand
Your brain is a-bleedin’
And your legs can’t seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shortgun
That you’re holdin’ in your hand.

There’s seven breezes a-blowin’
All around the cabin door
There’s seven breezes a-blowin’
All around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the ocean’s pounding roar.

There’s seven people dead
On a south Dakota farm
There’s seven people dead
On a south Dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
There’s seven new people born.