Blog 2.0

I remember walkin up laventille road, an hearing somebody coasting on a pan in many a houses and no matter how tired I was I would speed up and sometimes pass a house only to hear another pan up the hill, as you get closer to the center you can hear the strains of more than one pan now although I was outa gas I would start running, pure sweetness the higher you go the sweeter the sound, you cyar miss the radoes it was allways like entering the gates of heaven as you get to the center, heading to woodford square or the Hollows, on many a Sunday was like being reborn, J'Ourvert was like a wonder of the world,especially by the Trinity Cathedral the acoustics made the pans sound like harps of gold, when Renegades palyed the statue as they reached Independance square a man say "Look the jam so sweet the real statue move"

as I listen tune after tune on you tube I remember the days when Panorama was about sweetness, the tunes told a story you did not need a skit like some bands present today, the music was the skit, even the surviving arrangers from those days today seem to have abandoned the story line,listen to Pandemonium Sailing you can get sea sick, they did not have to bring out a birthday cake in Phase II birthday party because the music feed yuh , pan today is exciting nice jam but no drama, everything all on one level, no design, no clear cut pattern, it is like a piece of quilt just various pieces of music stashed together

there was a time when the worst ban in panorama would leave you with some line or lines that you will hum for the rest of your life, gone are the days when one could identify band by its flavour, the way they roll or flick their notes