Don Evans & the Paragons - Danger in Your Eyes (1966)
This one has been stuck in my head for days - superb Studio One vocal group reggae. The Paragons are, of course, best known for the original version of The Tide is High.
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Don Evans & the Paragons - Danger in Your Eyes (1966)
This one has been stuck in my head for days - superb Studio One vocal group reggae. The Paragons are, of course, best known for the original version of The Tide is High.
Dirk Hamilton Band - Live At The Palms (IAC Records, 2018)
Dirk Hamilton Band – Live At The Palms (IAC Records, 2018)
Dean went to Viet Nam and he never came back/I’m still writin’ songs, I got everything but cash/Don’s now a dentist gettin’ right up inside your face/Dan got married, he’s now a dad, a dad that owns a bass/….Dean Don Dan and me, I’m Dirk (I still pretend this is work).
Ecco partiamo da qui, dalle strofe conclusive della settima traccia, Dean, Don, Dan, di questo Live At The Palms, terzo album…
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I sat with my back against a Humvee’s tire, smoking a Kool cigarette I’d learned to love here. A notebook and pen lay on my lap. Most of the men emailed home, but I found romance in such Hollywood war images as the handwritten letter. My body was on Kosovo time, my mind on New England time. I thought about what Mom was doing now, and P.J., and Angelina, and my little niece and nephew. Christmas evening here, Christmas morning there. Who got what? Would Kelsey’s face squinch with delight when she opened the doll I’d bought her in Frankfurt? Would little P.J. Junior whoop when he got the electric loco, class E44, from Fleischmann’s original HO range? Me: Uncle Luke. I thought about how it was time to get started on my own family.
The mountain range on the horizon, dabbed with snow, seemed strangely blue this evening. The misty air stung my cheeks and hands, and I followed the sweep of wind across stubborn wildflowers to my tent’s flapping doorway. The diesel generators made an infernal racket I hardly noticed anymore. Small arms and artillery fire popped in the distance. I worked 5:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m., seven days a week. It felt especially good, Christmas Day, to be done. The mood was light, if not festive, and I could hear the Ping-Pong ball going back and forth inside the makeshift rec center. Clack-clack, clack-clack; clack-clack, clack-clack; whap; clickety-clickety-clickety-clickety. We were waiting on the big turkey dinner. I thought about life beyond the concertina wires that defined our camp. I still thought of it as Yugoslavia, and visualized the map the way it was before borders and identities changed and changed and changed again. I knew so little about the people. Were they Christians? Muslims? Jews?
Was there a Kosovo Christmas happening somewhere just beyond my grasp?
Jones bummed a menthol cigarette. A football skipped past. Pritchard approached. “I got a three-hour to Camp Bon-Steel. Who wants what?” Men scurried about for money stashes and called out beef jerky, soda pop, pizza, tacos, cigarettes, even shaving cream. Then Roberts came over to give me shit.
“What are you doing?” he asked. “Designing the division Christmas cards?”
I’d reenlisted at age thirty-one on the urging of an aggressive, persuasive recruiter I never saw again after signing the forms. He’d promised me an E-4 pay rate, choice of duty stations, and, most important, graphic design experience. Graphic design was my MOS—military occupation specialty. As a reserve, I had entered data, fetched coffee, done vehicle maintenance—anything but graphic design work. I thought for sure—and my recruiter promised—active duty would be different . . .
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New Post: Something you should see... One Monkey Don't Stop No Show
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Something you should see... One Monkey Don't Stop No Show
Don Evans was a key figure in the Black Art movements in the 1960s and 70s, a founder member of the Black Theatre Network and the African Grove Institute for the Arts; he wrote and produced plays that detailed the African-American experience of that time. But since his plays didn’t make the leap over the pond, chances are, he may be new to you? Over 30 years since its first showing in the States, One Monkey Don’t Stop No Show finally gets its UK premiere – who better to take on the production than the only black-led UK touring theatre company, Eclipse?
Based in Sheffield and with a production list dating back to 2003, the Eclipse Theatre Company are breathing a breath of fresh air into Evans play. Re-imagining the play in throwback 1970s sitcom style – complete with canned laughter, a retro soundtrack and ‘on air’ sign – the play has become more knowing and self-aware. Luckily this gives a slightly more up-to-date angle on the stereotypes in the original; the preacher father and his middle class family, the honey-tongued Jazz club owner and the naïve niece from the Deep South.
The play has been on tour since September and has been received well throughout. The London stop is at the Tricycle Theatre and will be the first under Indhu Rubasingham, the new artistic director. The cast stars Jocelyn Jee Esien, who still remains the only black woman to have her own comedy show in the UK, (Little Miss Jocelyn) and Karl Collins, who starred in the recent film Attack the Block (2011). Whilst Eclipse’s mission is to raise the profile of black British theatre, they have also created a hilarious reworking of Evan’s play and since comedy can be a great catalyst for change, this is a vital piece of theatre. (Words: Laura Thornley)
One Monkey Don’t Stop No Show runs from January 16th to February 9th. For more info, visit: http://www.tricycle.co.uk
DON EVANS AND THE PARAGONS - DANGER IN YOUR EYES
What a creepy but seductive rocksteady tune. I blame the bass and horns.