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(Part 1 of a T&T Guardian series on Panorama)

12393753695?profile=originalThe annual ritual of the steelband Panorama competition has begun in Trinidad and Tobago, and continues apace through the stages culminating on Carnival Saturday with the finals. With the financial cutbacks across the board in all areas of the economy including Carnival, there is a recognition that the sum of the parts have to be efficient and excellent to make the whole better. The holistic view of Panorama being in need of “fixing” taken by some commentators and pundits has raised the question of why has this analysis not been done and implemented before this recession, and why, even in these times, does the state still pump money, in the millions into Carnival and its events such as Panorama

kimjohnson.jpg?width=200A simple answer could be that Panorama represents the apotheosis of the national instrument. That reasoning was supplied by steelpan researcher Dr Kim Johnson, who spoke to the T&T Guardian about the idea of the continuation of the state funded event within the context of moribund standards for the industry of steelpan throughout the year. Johnson noted the history of Panorama: “Panorama was the PNM government of the 1960s taking control of the steelband movement, what they saw as national culture. The strategy included making it more lucrative to play in Panorama because of prize money and appearance fees than to play in parties and fêtes.

The intrigue continues with the assertion that the early Panorama became the antithesis of the existing Bomb competition with opposing class and racial groups challenging for control and influence—the new governing elite insisting that calypso be played versus the working class playing classical music—and critically voter support. Johnson: “PNM had no organised masses like a union, so panmen represented a structured link to the voting masses.” The link between political fate and culture control is observed in countries in the region like Cuba, and even here when calypso lyrics were subject to censors speaks of a kind of continued control.

pantrinbago-logo.jpg?width=200In these modern times, the State, spends millions on the continuation of Carnival both as catharsis and economic input via tourism and the economic multiplier effect of trade at that time. In 2016, $270 M is allocated to the National Carnival Commission (NCC), which effectively runs Carnival, of which Pan Trinbago got $30 M. Keith Diaz says that his organisation requested $45 M from the government, but Minister Dr Nyan Gadsby-Dolly said that “the current economic conditions have forced the Government to cut back.” Efforts to get a statement from the minister in relation to the question of the rationale and policy for state funding of steelpan proved futile. What is clear from government statements is the need to increase revenues from diversified sources outside of oil and gas.

The people's representatives in the Parliament, during Joint Select Committee (JSC) hearings in 2012 looking into the management of the NCC reported their findings in a report that spoke about financial and management matters at the organisation, and conclusions from this report provide some answers to questions of the viability of the Panorama event and the spin-off projects like the disputed Greens area. The report specifically noted congestion of the masquerade on Carnival Tuesday, and only touched on the stalled construction of the Pan Trinbago headquarters—at least $5.8 M spent and unfinished since 2002—and the movement away from T&T of the steelpan industry. Any notions of a long Panorama event—an assertion made by some to recommend fixing—were not concluded as a problem!

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When challenged by former senator Emmanuel George to justify the Greens space as a simultaneous “fête” when the focus should be on pan at Panorama, Clarence Moe, then NCC CEO responded that, “there is a push at present to tell the interest groups [Pan Trinbago in this case], your events and activities must be viable. That you must be able to at least increase the levels of revenue, because the shows and the events that you put on have the potential for raising higher revenues...this year has generated the greatest level of revenue that we have ever seen, indeed it was almost doubled.” Economics trumped all other considerations. Despite some pull out from party organisers and promotions companies, companies are organising their posses for the Savannah Party on Sunday.

Vice president of Pan Trinbago Bryon Serrette, in 2014, justified the existence of the Greens by noting that “while a lot of the younger generation members are playing with the steelbands, their peers have not been supporting the event...they would prefer not to sit in one spot for hours listening to the bands....Pan Trinbago, therefore, took the decision to accommodate these patrons by giving them a space in which they would be comfortable, and at the same time contribute to the revenues we are expected to generate from the event.” Keith Diaz, Pan Trinbago president reiterates, “Pan Trinbago is not the Pan Trinbago of yesteryear. We are now a business-driven enterprise.” Yet the call for increased subventions continues.

It must be noted that nearly 90% of the NCC's budget comes via government subvention. Pan Trinbago's money is a mix of public and private funding with a very small portion of revenue coming from gate receipts and rentals. But Panorama is not only about money, it is about performance and increasingly about broadcast and intellectual property exploitation.

The recent example of the marathon International Soca Monarch has shone a new spotlight on the idea of broadcasting and live streaming of Carnival events and the production values expected of such an enterprises. The idea of broadcasting festival type events has precedence in the BBC broadcasts of Glastonbury and state television stations in Europe broadcasting jazz festivals like Estival in Lugano, Switzerland, and Jazzaldia in San Sebastián, Spain, as international examples. Snapshots or even sets by acts support a television broadcast that is distributed worldwide. The local preference to position a camera or a bank of cameras on unprepared singers or eight minute bursts of steelpan performance sandwiched between 20 minutes of transition time between bands creates a bad television experience, as noted by many on social media, and an unsupported product for live international broadcast where the economic exploitation make sense.

At the 2012 JSC hearings, the NCC admitted failure to further exploit broadcast rights citing “the lack of proper technology” and noting their inability to collect accreditation fees from international photographers. What becomes clearer in 2016, is how far we as a nation is behind the learning curve of modern technology and trends, and the slow buy-in to the notion that local audiences' expectations have increased with the burgeoning of cable television and internet providing example of standards not seen often in these islands.

Kim Johnson posits another idea based on his research, “Pan is not a consumer thing. Capitalist music systems are about consumption, pan is about participation.” This idea turns the standard business model for the exploitation of pan via a Panorama or the broadcast of Panorama on its head. At the funeral of calypso jazz pioneer Raf Robertson, Fr Clyde Harvey suggested that pan should take a page from the jazz book: “jazz is about festivals, not a contest. Eight “winners” at semis, share the prize money equally, and a festival on 'finals night' for all of us to celebrate the music and the instrument.” Aside from the argument of picking eight “winners” constituting a competition, Harvey's suggestion was roundly rebutted by Johnson: “That can't work. We need the competition. Black music is about immediacy. Jazz achieves that by improvisation, pan by competition.”

SIDEBAR: Who's winning this...again?

Kim Johnson says that “Panorama is a competition for arrangers.” However, there is a kind of stasis in the growth of prize winning arrangers. Despite the embargo on one arranger arranging for multiple bands many years ago, in the last 35 years only eight arrangers have “won” in the large band category, the late Jit Samaroo winning nine times, Leon “Smooth” Edwards winning eight times, Len “Boogsie” Sharpe winning seven times among the leaders.


His thesis hinges on the notion that in New World African music, the spontaneity of jazz is removed in our pre-composed context of arranged carnival music at Panorama. To that, is the “who go win” factor that insists only a competition will decide. The immediacy of improvisation is replicated in our context by competition.

Panorama continues because it satisfies that ageing demographic, which can not sustain it as a popular music. Panorama continues because the state seeks to maintain support, financially and otherwise for a “national” culture. Panorama continues because it owner, Pan Trinbago, has made it the acme of the instrument and the industry. Nestor Sullivan, an expert, suggests that “Panorama seems to be the 'definition of steelpan' but as a catalyst for annual music practising and development, it is not doing that.” The world is moving on with creative industry exploitation T&T has begun with differing results thus far. Kim Johnson posits, finally, that “steelband is modern instrument that preserves the ancient idea that music is participation.” These two ideas from learned folk suggest that the annual rite of passage that is Panorama may be in need of fixing, but only when the society at large, get on board the idea that fix anything in this island is to shift paradigms away from the familiar.

  1. 20160121.jpg?w=124&width=124A version of this article appears in the Trinidad and Tobago Guardian newspapers published as, "Fixing Panorama"


© 2016, Nigel A. Campbell. All Rights Reserved.

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Bad Habits

Knocking on the rim or skirt of the steelpan to get the attention of players and or count to begin a song is a habit I would like to see discontinued. I do not allow anyone to do this to my pans and I do not do it to others. I do not see conductors nor arrangers of other instruments doing this. I believe it is time to eradicate this habit as it is very annoying and unprofessional. Let us set high standards for our young steelpan musicians and teach them how to care for our National Instrument.

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Incredible experience in Brooklyn

I'm back home after an amazing week in Brooklyn tuning and playing for Steel Xplosion. I cannot believe how great that last week was, albeit quite frustrating at times. It is always great to go out and play pan with Freddy Harris III and his band, but tuning for them was an irreplaceable experience that has changed the expectations that people, including myself, have for me. Freddy admitted to me that he wasn't quite sure what to expect when he asked me to come tune for him, but that I really came through and that he was very impressed with my abilities and wants me to continue to be the band's tuner! In addition to the tuning, I played with the band. One night, while working on a couple tunes, I was not sure what Freddy needed me to play so I jumped around between bass, tenor bass, double guitar, seconds, iron and drum set. Later that night I asked what Freddy wanted and he said he was really happy with everything I did but was really feeling my iron playing. As I started to walk back to the iron, he stopped me and said "You may not look the part, but you are a true pan man." This was such an incredible compliment, I don't think I will ever forget that moment! Such simple words, but I cannot even explain how much meaning they have to me. Later that week, Freddy's father came to yard and gave me a similar compliment in regards to my tuning abilities. The fact that I was able to impress these very experienced, and incredibly talented, musicians means more to me than they will every know.

As the week was drawing to an end, the true family aspect of the band became incredibly present. As terrible as it seems, I have been trained that people will abandon me when it comes to pan here at home. I am used to being the convenient acquaintance that only seems to exist when something is needed. As soon as there is a conflict, or possibility of rustling some feathers, I am used to seeing all my "supporters" back down and cower. I always hear things like "next year I'll stand up for you" or "you understand how it is, I am just not in a position to do anything" and other worthless things like that. I am used to the college that I graduated from turning a blind eye to the destructive nature of one of it's employees. I am used to the professors that taught and supported me while I paid their paycheck slander my name and refuse to talk to me after I go and do what they taught me to do. I have had to fight for everything that I have done in the steelpan world. From being a white performing panist, to starting my own store, to creating a community group and teaching young kids to play the instrument. Every step forward has required me to stand alone and fight, and I have trained myself to expect that now out of everything. What I am not used to, is what happened in New York. I was completely accepted into the Steel Xplosion family and this family doesn't shy away from adversity (as evident by what happened to them with panorama this year). When one of my typical issues from home reared it's ugly head in Brooklyn, I was prepared to deal with it myself. However, my pan family out there had my back. People like Tameeka, Mike, Kahlil, Junior and Marsha were quick to jump to my side and support me. They refuse to stand idly by as I fought one of my reoccurring battles as my "friends" at home do. This was completely unexpected and has nearly brought me to tears as I reflect on it while writing this.

I cannot begin to really capture what this week in Brooklyn really meant to me, but can say I learned a lot about myself. If somebody told me a month ago that I would tune around 26 instruments in approximately 15 hours split up over 4 four days for a Brooklyn steelband preparing for panorama, I would have laughed in their face. If somebody would have told me that I would play drum set with a band in Brooklyn (even just as a sit in when the drummer mysteriously disappeared), I would have scoffed and said maybe in a few years. If somebody told me that people would respect me and stand up for what I am doing with pan, I would have said only in my dreams. The truth is that I did tune all the instruments for Steel Xplosion, I did play drum set, people did stand up for me and the list can go on and on.

This trip also proved that I can put my money where my mouth is. I am 100% devoted to pan, and love what I do. There is no obstacle too large that can prevent me from reaching my dreams. Before closing this out, I need to also thank Billy Sheeder for his incredible advice he gave me on tuning in this environment. Without his words of wisdom, I doubt I would have been able to get the band sounding as good as it did. Regardless of what anybody says, or what happens in the future, this trip changed my life. The feeling of standing out in the yard and listening to the band play on Friday night and knowing that I am the one that I tuned nearly every instrument on stage was an experience that I will never forget. I cannot even put into words the emotions that I was feeling as the incredible sound of Steel Xplosion consumed me knowing that I created that sound. I cannot say thank you enough to all the people that helped make this experience happen and to all the people that supported me while I was there (like Junior, Melanie, and Lisa Brown for letting me live with them). This trip has given me even more drive to keep doing what I am doing and everybody can expect to see me continue to make things happen in the steelpan world. Thank you to my Steel Xplosion family, you mean more to me than I can tell you. All and all, I could not be happier with my decision to volunteer my time and costs to tune for this great band!

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Please see quoted below a letter I have sent to the Press in response to Pantrinbago's latest innovation:

The Editor

 

Dear Sir/Madam,

Thank you Pool coordinator and Pan Trinbago officers for this ingenious solution to encourage the youth to learn, play and enjoy the National Instrument

When I read Pantrinbago’s announcement of a new element in the Panorama – Pan Splash -my first feeling was horror, then deep sadness and finally amusement. Bad enough that we have to continue with the Greens which pose stiff competition to pan lovers who want to hear the staged event.  But surely, the INTERNATIONAL body for the national instrument would understand that this   ‘Girls Gone Wild ‘  type event is just another manifestation of the blatant disrespect and disregard of our heritage.

Culture Minister Lincoln Douglas was willing to accept Diaz’s explanation that the event would “facilitate the involvement of young people in associating with the Steelband and that the people who participate in this event are those to listen to, and play pan eventually. They (Pan Trinbago) are more versed in these things than I am and my concerns have been answered in that way,”

Michelle George: Event co-coordinator of the Pan Splash- “for re-education of the young people and rethinking the art of entertainment, in regard to the national instrument. We believe that young people need to integrate and be taught how to appreciate the pan, and the point of going on The Greens was for the pan, so it’s not a concept that means to take away from the pan because we are making sure we do not interrupt the pan at all, and once a band is on-stage, the Jumbotron goes up and all other music in the area is ceased, so all the Pan Splash patrons will be able to see and hear the Steelbands as they perform and compete.”

George further described the pool as a marvelous idea, a much cooler gimmick to get you into the pan and trick you into enjoying it”.

I would suggest that other organizations, bodies, whatever……follow the leader

 (1) That Churches have a Pool and Greens to TRICK parishioners to the return to church. 

(2) That Police Stations have a Pool and Greens to TRICK informants into reporting crime and abuse and TRICK miscreants to stop their criminal ways.

(3) That Schools have a Pool and Greens as an excellent gimmick to TRICK the students into book learning and good behaviour.

(4) That every community have a Pool within a four block radius to TRICK residents and stop them from burning tyres and distract them from the ills in their community.

(5)  That every home has a pool to help parents TRICK their children into staying at home instead of running away.

(6)That every Government Office building has a Pool to TRICK Public Servants into coming work on time, staying at their posts and becoming more productive.

(7) That every prison have a Pool to TRICK the officers and prisoners into believing that they are living in a five-star hotel and all is well.

And finally

(8) Every Steelband have a Pool and Greens so that their players could be TRICKED into staying their own Panyards, generate their own income and TRICK themselves into thinking that Pantrinbago [the world governing body for Steelbands] is championing their cause with dignity, creativity and integrity.

Wake up!  Band leaders,  Pannists – this may well be the last Panorama that really is about the  National Instrument.

The culture of Panorama - Steelbands, the Drag, the Barber Green, hot sun, meeting long lost friends, arguments, pelau, corn soup, macaroni pie will be an “ole ting” replaced by phi, e-pan, pool, jumbotron, tents, caterers, misting machines, changing rooms, air-conditioned VIP rooms. The price of progress is high [King Austin} Bring back the old time days [Nappy Mayers].

 

Sincerely,

 

marie diane dupre

 

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The finals for Pan Is Beautiful XII, Soloist and Ensemble categorIes were held on November 8th, 2012 at NAPA in Port of Spain, Trinidad.

"Plenty Music but not Plenty support"                                                     The staff of Napa+The competitors=Pan Supporters

Let no one place blame on Pan Trinbago.

SOLOISTS AS FOLLOWS:

1st JOSHAU JABARI BEDEAU 280 "Call me Hero" by Venessa Headley. 2nd KEISHA CODRINTON 278 "Pan in Harmony" by Lord Kitchener. 3rd KHARI CODRINTON 267 "Pan Night and Day" by Lord Kitchener. 4th AVERY ATTZS 260 "Caught in a Loop" by Dr. Jeannine Remy. 5th KERN SUMERVILLE 255 "Rainorama by Lord Kitchener. 6th ANTHONY PHILLIP 252 "Life at La Paix Road" by Arddin Herbert.   7th DACHELLE MORRISON 246 "Fiddle Faddle" and 8th MEAGANN TAITT 245 "Written in August" by Nigel Diaz.

ENSEMBLES AS FOLLOWS:

1st GOLDEN HANDS 542 "Earth Song" by Michael Jackson, arranger Vanessa Headley. 2nd HATTERS 541 "The Renewal" arranger DR. Jeanine Remy. 3rd STRYKE STARS 523 "Journey to the Promise Land" by Kenneth Guppy. 4th FUSION STEEL 520 "Play Mr. Pannist" by De Fosto. 5th SUCCESS STARS GEMS 517 "Pan in A Minor" by Lord Kitchener, arranger Mickeil Gabriel and 6th LONDONVILLE CLAYTONES 502 "Tenderly" by Nat King Cole, arranger Keith Salcedo.

7 of the 8 soloist performed a local composition for tune of choice.

4 of the 6 ensembles did likewise.

Fusion Steel was 2nd at the prelims doing Dr. Jit Samaroo's "Pattens" but they changed their choice of tune for the finals and placed 4th.

Hatters were 38 points behind Golden hands at prelims, but came back to lose by a mere point.

This was a great competition, the music was excellent.

Sunday 10th will be the Single Pans finals at NAPA and November 17th, the Orchestras at the Q.P Savannah.                                                  

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MEMORIES OF A CARNIVAL LONG GONE

CARNIVAL IS A RITUAL

They came from all over just as they did last year and for so many years before to this meeting place, to indulge in this Ritual that is Carnival. Their behavior was trance-like, as though possessed they gathered at Ports of departure, each one determined that nothing could stop them from worshiping their God, King Carnival. Their transit to the venues of worship was tense with anticipation as they were moved by the memory of last year's Ritual. Their arrival was met by fellow worshipers, greetings were exchanged, commitments made. The God must be served with more splendor and glory than was last year.

Food of the God was offered nightly at places called Calypso Tents;

The food:- the Music, the Rhythm, Calypso;

Food of the God:- The songs that bellowed from the hilltops, from ritualistic nooks and crannies called Pan Yards;

Food of the God:- The Fetes, the Panorama, exciting, captivating,

Food of the God:- Stimulating, appetizing, preparing for the Feasts of Feasts, God King Carnival.

Jourvert is the offering a million worshipers make;

Ah! the God is pleased because this offering is bigger and better than last year's.

God King Carnival opens his arms and embraces his subjects, "Let the Ritual Begin!"

Carnival is alive!

Oh! Oh! A! A! Mama Yo! It's Carnival!

Tambu Bamboo, It's Carnival!

Jab Malasie, It's Carnival!

A million hearts in majestic unison, Oh God Carnival!

A million faces in transfigurated countenances of ecstasy, Don't Stop the Carnival!

And so for forty-four hours two sister islands in the sun pulsate, vibrate;

Rhythmic voices chanting; Rhythmic bodies swaying, gyrating;

Shango drums, Steel Drums bellowing;

The children,  the fathers and the mothers, jumping, shouting;

Color, every color mixing, blending;

Tempo hot, Laughter loud, so much love, so much loving;

Somebody shout:- PLAY MAS!!!

The eyes of night smile with romance.

The sound of music in the moonlight, 

Sometimes soothing, sometimes exciting.

Vows made, some betrayed.

God King Carnival reigns.

The bowels of King Carnival is filled and so sleep calls, but the Ritual must be drained to the very end.

It's Las' Lap!

New acquaintances tightly embrace,

Music is softer, voices whisper,

Tired feet scuffle, over each other they stumble, 

A guitar pan strums,

A lone tenor responds,

A base pan dies,

Sleep has taken its life,

A lover whispers "Oh God I'm tired",

Collapses, energy expired.

It's Midnight!.

And there is the sound of silence,

As God King Carnival sleeps.

THE RITUAL IS OVER.

                                                                                                    Winston Andrews (a.k.a. Boots)

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EBONITES.........Who?

EBONITES.........Who?

Very few knew who they were or where they came from, but that J'Ouvert morning they claimed their place in Carnival history. The year was 1960 and the carnival music flavor, Pan, was ripe from diversity and discovery as the genius of the pannist blossomed. The gladiators in this arena were Trinidad All Stars, Invaders, Desperadoes, Hilanders, Starlift, Guinness Cavaliers, Casablanca and Tokyo. As far as John Public was concerned, out of the aforementioned the champion of the J'Ouvert Bomb contest will emerge. Among those the Pan Science innovators resided, their egos fermenting, adorned as they were with accolades from their respective clans and envied by their competitors.

There was a time previously when our music at it's budding stage was ripe with rivalry, tribal warfare and bloodshed, a time when the onus was on the Badjohns, it was "popular to be bad" like Mastafe at the Q'Dorsay and Cutouta at Green Corner," but not today, we no longer challenge for blood but for music, Pan Music, our weapons no longer the bull pistle, the machete or the long handle razor, no it was now Pan, sweet Pan.

In this cultured battlefield Ebonites occupied no statistical significance among the exalted, they were in limited circles, considered a stage act, revered for their dance hall music, they would be teamed up with the likes of Dutchy Brothers from south Trinidad or Carlos Malcolm and Byron Lee from Jamaica, known for music with Latin flavor. (Incidentally may I suggest a reality that needs mentioning, is the influential contribution that the mainland of Venezuela and the island of Cuba had on the musicians of Trinidad and Tobago in our budding beginning). Venezuela situated only seven miles south of Trinidad was close enough for an influx of immigrants from the mainland bringing with them their culture of music, but also their music bombarded our airways because of the close proximity of our island. In our musical evolution we encompassed whatever was available and audibly pleasing to our naked ear. Our souls though maintained the memory of the drum from a distant past, the rhythm so dominant in Latin music, the Cow Bell, the Chac Chac, the Bongos and the Congas all percussion instruments the essence of our heartbeat. Ebonites harnessed that flavor more than any other before or since.

St Paul Street Community Center, East Dry River, Perseverance Club of Maraval, Hotel Normandie of St. Anns, if their dance floors could speak what stories would be told about the musical frenzy that occurred within their walls. But Carnival Monday morning J'Ouvert was different, this was not the ballroom dance crowd, this was the grassroots of society, the carnival revellers, the jump up crowd, the mass exodus from Sunday night Dimanche Gras on to the feteing and the anticipation of the dawn, J'Ouvert morning.

Morvant was then a little remote community on the east of the city proper, nothing consequential happened in this sleepy out of the way village, there was one movie theatre, one grocery, one night spot, (Spinks Club), one community center for recreational activities, a playground for soccer and cricket. But there was a love for song and dance in the air, we boys learned new dance steps, the bolero, the rumba, the foxtrot, the spins, the dips, and we danced and sang to the music of our times at record sessions, and ballroom dances at the community center. And then.....Somebody pong a pan across the playground up Ramier Street and down Park Lane, and Ebonites happened. As though their musical destiny was preordained, they almost immediately dominated the dance hall circuit, the go-to-band for the marriage of steel and brass orchestration.

In 1956 there was a steelband contest sponsored by the Trinidad Music Festival, a contest for the classical interpretation of music, the judge was an English musical professor, Dr. Sydney Northcote, he chose as the winner, Katzanjammers with "The Breeze and I" by Ernesto Lecouna, however he expressed dissatisfaction at our ability to properly interpret the intended flavor of classical music because our instruments were percussion based, inadequate because of tone and pronunciation to convey the romantic and delicate mood intended by the composer. we Trinbagonians did not take kindly to this criticism, however inspired as we were in part, and so the Bomb competition was a rebellious desire to explore more vigorously this untouchable classical frontier. Neville Jules from Trinidad All Stars was one of the first pioneers in this endeavor. And so we ventured into the realm of classical music, challenging the geniuses. Chopin, Strauss, Beethoven, Liszt, etc. Neville Jules may have been one of the first to smash the proverbial glass ceiling with Minuet in G by Bach, and then it was open season, thence forth classical music flooded the arena, challenging, competing, aspiring to excellence.

A new phase a new stance was realized, we the people would determine and judge what is acceptable as our music by what is appealing to our ear, and so this classical music that was created in the coldest regions on the planet by the soul of it's environment we took and implanted our rhythm, our percussion, our souls, we put fire on ice, we inserted our hot blood into the cold veins of the music, and we danced the calypso dance to classical music, and our world was on fire J'Ouvert morning.

There were bands that John Public (The Judges) considered out of which the Monarch would be proclaimed, but this year there was a rumor of a stranger in the mix, Ebonites!

In the remote recesses of Morvant, Ebonites musical minds conferred, Captain Merlin Joseph; Pan Tuner, Wallace Austin; Musical Arranger, Knolly (Tom) Bob; Lead Cellist, Bassist, Lincoln (Hog) Hunt; co-arranger, Lead Tenor and Percussionist Wills (Beans) Austin. And so the sound of music that materialized out of the hearts of these anointed men manifested itself on the streets of Port if Spain on that J'Ouvert morning. The rendition of Johann Strauss' "Roses from the South" rained like honey on the streets of the city, although I had heard it rehearsed over and over numerous nights before in their secretive pan sessions, it never sounded as great as it did now, this moment in time was at the threshold of perfection and then the door opened and we stepped on sacred ground, we must have been possessed by the mythical Greek God PAN (See Greek mythology; PAN is the God of the wild, shepherds and flocks, nature, mountain wilds and RUSTIC MUSIC). 

Supporter, onlooker, competitors all seemed joined in an elastic grip of frenzy that extended throughout the city on this J'Ouvert morn. Happy tears welled up in my heart and flowed from my eyes, and all around within and without as the music ricocheted off the buildings of the city so did the frenzy take us on a flight of ecstasy, and there all the proclaimed geniuses of Pan stood in suspended animation, in awe of this creative splendor that was Ebonites, "pom, pom, pe pin, pe pin, pe pom" echoed and called the world to bear witness to the revelation as Morvant Ebonites' Roses From the South spewed it's sweet petals all over the city of Port-of-Spain.

                                                                                                       Winston Andrews (c) 2/4/16

  

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THE NIGHT RON BERRIDGE DROPPED A "BOMB"

The talk had been spreading for months.

Ron Berridge, the former trumpet player for the Clarence Curvan Orchestra, was forming a super group made up of some of the best musicians in the land.

Included were such music stalwarts as Roy Cape on alto saxophone, the man we knew as "Oxley" on trombone, the Berridge brothers on trumpets, and a quirky guitarist from south called Earl Lezama.

The rhythm was anchored by "Toby" Tobias on drums and master bassist Conrad Little.

Even the conga player, Terry was an extremely skilled and versatile drummer.

And then there was  Billy Green, one of the Green brothers who were also founding members of the legendary Southern Marines Steel orchestra.

Billy was probably the best timbales player ever from Trinidad, and one of the two best to come out of Marabella,( the other being my former band mate Wendell (Creeper) Reece, but I digress).

The night came for the band's debut performance at the Naparima Club in San Fernando, and in the audience were musicians, music lovers, and musician wannabees (like myself) and plain old party people.

We all waited impatiently, and finally the signal was given and the band started to play.

The tune chosen for their introduction was called "Tuxedo Junction", which was a number one hit from 1939 by the Glenn Miller orchestra.

No one danced; everyone listened intently as the band strutted its stuff.

The arrangement featured muted trumpets, a rarity in Trinidad music at that time, and we all stood spellbound.

Standing next to me, was the famous trumpet player Frank Joseph (no relation).

I heard him mutter" It's so good when musicians understand each other"

Finally the music was over, and we all applauded.

The BEST big band ever to come out of Trinidad had appeared on the scene.

Ron Berridge had indeed dropped his bomb.
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PHI co-inventor Earle Phillip has passed away

It is with great regret that I announce the death of Earle Phillip, PHI co-inventor and early pioneer of the gospelypso music genre. Earle was not widely known on the steelpan circuit but his love for music and for the instrument knew no bound.

Here's to you Earle. Thanks for the guidance, teaching and motivation. We will fight on to ensure that your dream becomes a reality. May the God, in whom you so fervently believed, give your spirit peace.

Brian Copeland
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQR_etoC4Bw

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Tribute to Wallace Austin.

A TRIBUTE TO THE PAN TUNER, Wallace Austin!

And all those who are not recognized for their contributions.

 

To those who know, I grow up in Morvant,

By Tanty Linda on Plover Street,

Playing Pan with Teenage Serenaders,

And Ebonites in the Carnival heat.

Well today I see on the Internet

How they mention Wallace Austin.

So, I have a few words to add on

About this man and his pan tuning,

By the Corner of Plover and Cicada St.

It used to have a big Tambran’ tree,

And just to the side of the Peschiers house,

He would sink and bun pan wid glee.

In the fiftys, I was a teenager,

And Wallace was a big man to me,

So By now I guess, I don’t want to lie,

He must be two hundred and three.

Through the sun and rain, the heat or cold,

The man never gave up the practice,

It take some mistakes, but I make the point,

The years of experience giving its notice.

Wallace stay in the trench experimenting,

But was also a family man,

And I can’t forget all those pleasant times

In Brooklyn, then smoke mash up his plan.

Well Wallace boy, is long time we ent see,

But I have to say my few pleasantries,

Thanks for the memories from a Morvant friend,

And just enjoy your old age wid ease.

So when they hear your second pans ringing out,

And they hear your bass grumbling,

Tell dem is no joke, yuh inhale plenty smoke,

To have yuh pans and dem happily singing.

 

Wid One Love! Hollis ‘Flash’ Lashley.

 

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I am from Laventille and my favourite Steel Orchestra is Desperadoes. However, I am not bias; my love is for honesty and PAN over any BAND.  My beloved Desperadoes do not seem to know what is honour, loyalty or appreciation.                                                                                             Mr. Rupert Phillip, a member of Desperadoes since 1962, passed on in December of 2012.  Rupert, is the only member that performed at 99% of all the band's various functions from 1962 through 2012. Rupert, is the only percussionist and only member of Desperadoes that performed at all 50 Panorama Preliminaries from 1963 through 2012.  Rupert, is the only Desperadoes member that performed at 43 of the 44 Panorama Semi Finals from 1968 to 2012.  Rupert, is the only Desperadoes member and the only person that performed at 45 of the 49 Panorama Finals from 1963 to 2012.  I asked someone in management, why the band did not ask for a minute of silence for Rupert at the Semi Finals?             The answer was, we will look into that at the Finals. {yea right}                 it never happened. Not even 10 seconds for Rupert. 

My wife has said to me on many an occasion, why I do not stop getting involved with Desperadoes' business. But as I stated prior, PAN and PRINCIPLE is bigger than any band.            

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I received Andy Narell's new DVD in the mail, and I couldn't wait to check it out.

Costing less than $20.00, this DVD is a bargain.

I expected a quality product from Mr Narell, And I wasn't disappointed.

Firstly, I must  be brutally honest.

I was never a big Andy Narell fan. He's good , I knew that, and I've supported his music, but I really didn't know where he was coming from.

I just couldn't relate to him as I could to Professor, or Boogie or Robbie.

Without knowing them personally, I knew that those three, like myself, have all been bitten by mosquitoes in a panyard somewhere in T&T.

We've all seen the sun rise from behind our pans on a J'ouvert morning in T&T.

However, the first few minutes of the narrative "Andy and the Jumbies" from DVD one of the double DVD package changed all that.

I had heard about the pan jumbie since a child.

About the society girl who ran off and caught the jumbie, and ended up waving a flag for a steelband on J'ouvert morning; the worst thing that a member of society could possibly do in those days.

Andy knows about the jumbie, I thought. Only hard core pan people know about the jumbie!

Forget about his incredible skills! His knowledge of the jumbie established his serious pan creds with me!

This DVD package is a fine production.

In his narrative , Andy tells of his life with pan, give us his take on the pan culture, and shows his love and respect for the culture, the people and the country where the pan was born.

Andy Narell doesn't just play the pan, he lives it.

DVD 1 includes commentary by such notables ad David Rudder and Peter Minshall, whose colorful prose adds luster to an  already glided package.

DVD 2 includes the actual concerts, one with Trinidad All Stars , the other featuring Andy's band in collaboration with the WDR big band of Germany, with vocals by Lord Relator.

There are many highlights of this production, including the performances of the legendary calypsonian Lord Relator, both in rehearsals and the actual concert with the WDR band, where he presented a repertoire that paid tribute to the late Lord Kitchener.

I was struck by how the German band seemed to easily adopt the phrasing and rhythm of calypso, and they did a fantastic job collaborating with the calypsonian and the steelband.

The performance featuring Trinidad All Stars at Queens Hall alone is worth the price of the package. I'm no music critic and I'll leave that to the experts, but as far as I'm concerned Andy Narell outdid himself with this production.

 It is a credit to himself ,his band mates and production team, and a major contribution to increasing the profile of the pan worldwide.

Thank you for a fine product, Andy.

Every pan lover owes it to himself to purchase a copy of this DVD. It would be a bargain at twice the price.  

Finally, I must mention that these are my personal thoughts, they were not solicited by anyone. I do not know Andy Narell, I'm just a pan lover.

(However, if this DVD becomes a big seller, and Andy wishes to run a lil something…..hey, I ain't too proud :)

 

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John Lopez R.I.P.

PCS Nitrogen Silver Stars Steel Orchestra is mourning the sudden passing on Friday November 29, 2013 of stalwart John Lopez.  Up to a few hours before we received the news, John was practising happily in the pan yard for Parang & Steel which begins tonight at 8.00pm.  A special tribute to John will be posted on When Steel Talks later today.

 

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Should panorama judging be abolished?For the longest while I've been pondering this question, and my usual answer has been no, we need competition, because it brings out the best in the bands and arrangers.But listening to Nu-Tones Panorama winning performance of David Rudder's "High Mas" for the umpteenth time, I realize how subjective the judging really is.I mean no disrespect to the legend Clive Bradley, and nothing against Nu-Tones (we all love to see the lesser known bands succeed), but I've listened to this tune upside down and across, and I still can't get the vibes that the judges got from this tune that competition night.I've even listened to the tune after trying some of the stuff that the judges may have been smoking and I still can't get it.Now, I don't have any credentials in music No degrees, accolades or letters after my name, but if there is one thing I know, it's sweet pan music.And I also know that music , like beauty being in the eye of the beholder, is in the ear of the listener.I've been loving pan since biscuit drum, pan round neck days.One of my earliest memories is of my dad taking me to see J'ouvert, and seeing some large men beating drums hanging around their necks. They were chased by the police, because as they beat their drums they were chanting some obscene lyrics to the tune of "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts" , which was a hit in 1950.(I checked).So I don't need any judges to tell me how pan music should sound.Take Panorama 1984, for example. This is one of my favorite panoramas of yesteryear, though there may have been too much of "Lucy in the Savannah".Check out the top four placing bands. They were:1) Kitch's "Sweet pan" by Renegades (Jit)2)Sparrow's "Doh Back Back" by Trinidad All Stars (Smooth)3)Kitch's "Tourist Elsie" by Casablanca (Henry "Bendix" Cumberbatch).4)Baron's "The Jammer" by Desperadoes(Bradley)Now does anyone have the right to tell any of these four arrangers that someone else's arrangement is"better" than theirs?You may like one arrangement more than the other , but is it "better"?It is purely subjective. And subjective decisions can have serious impact on the fortunes of bands and arrangers.Another case in point.Can anyone really say that Jit's " Mystery Band" was better than Boogsie's "Birthday Party" in 1993?It is your right to prefer one tune over the other, but does that make it better?Forget about all the BS about judging criteria. We are talking about music, and it's all in the ear of the listener.I personally think that Professor's "Pan by Storm" may have been his best work ever, and the best performance of 1990, yet he was not a "winner".I think it's Insulting.One of the main reasons for the competition was to channel the rivalries between bands away from violence and into something more constructive, and in that we've succeeded.Now it's time for something different.Don't worry Panorama lovers, I do have an alternative suggestion.We can still have the preliminaries and even the semifinals.It would be relatively easy to pick the top dozen or so bands in the land.Let the Final night be a Festival instead of a competition, and divide the pot between the bands appearing at that time.The bands themselves (or the steelband governing body) could decide whether to divide the pot equally between all the bands, or maybe to use some sort of a lottery system where all bands would stand an equal chance to win the top prize. This way, nobody feels like a looser.I don't believe that outstanding pan arrangers and bands need competition to produce great music.
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THE BURIAL OF BOU-COU-MEH

Somebody shout "They Kill Bou-Cou-Meh, Oh God He Dead! He Dead!"

The warfare between two rival gangs Tokyo from Marabunta territory and Desperadoes was not anticipated to culminate in murder, but it did, after months of rioting for turf and prestige with the occasional buss-head and cutlass slashes, in this instance, in this clash, a dagger made from the fabled Stingray poisonous bone, found a home in the heart of Bou-Cou-Meh. He lay there on the pavement bleeding out as gangsters on both sides scampered from the scene, the sight of impending death frightened even the "Dreadest" among them, but not Kid Coolie, he stood his ground as the nemesis retreated, he waited and witnessed his friend's demise.

Bou-Cou-Meh and Kid Coolie were inseparable they said in the gang culture around town, they said "Bou-Cou-Meh was as deadly as a Cobra" and Kid Coolie was equally as vicious.

Fitzroy Pierre and I were playmates and neighbors on Clifton Hill, East Dry River long before he ever had designs of being a "Bad John" with the earned reputation and adorned nickname "Kid Coolie," in this place in time when to be called a "Coolie" was a derogatory term he wore the sobriquet as a badge of honor, the endowment of an untouchable stigma in gangland was in itself a status symbol. His being feared in the gang warfare circles as a long-handled-razor-toting-slasher was his claim to fame.

We were childhood buddies in our Kite-Flying and Marble-Pitching years, although from contrasting parental upbringing; my parents were strict disciplinarians, I had to go to school, there was no questioning that; Fitzroy on the other hand lived with his sick mother bedridden and dying of cancer, no father in the home and a wayward Auntie who wasn't concerned as to whether Fitzroy went to school or not, so with no parental guidance he was reckless, but he was my friend.

Fitzroy was a "Dougla," the term used to identify a person of mixed parentage of African and East Indian descent, the Indian of course was his absent father; in this time in our budding existence such a union was as strange as dog and cat in the same house. In those early years it was a rarity to see Blacks and Indians in a romantic interlude, so I never saw Fitzroy's father and I would assume neither did he. Eventually his mother Hilda succumbed to her illness and passed on, and Fitzroy moved out of the neighborhood. I heard through the grapevine that he now lived down by the La Basse in Marabunta territory which was beyond my exploratory perimeters, but his reputation traveled far and wide, and I heard he was one of the main players in the rivalry between Tokyo and Desperadoes, they said he rode "Shotgun" to Bou-Cou-Meh. I did not bless my eyes on my friend since he relocated, until "The Burial."

There was a "WOW" factored over our city with Bou-Cou-Meh's death, everywhere there was gossip, and rumors about "Who Dunnit."  While funeral arrangements were being made the air was tense with anticipation, would there be repercussions?  One wondered. But the gang warfare however subsided to a distant whisper, maybe the dawning on the Warmongers of the new reality that in warfare death is possible. Gang clashes in our city was somewhat traditional then, particularly around the Carnival Season when the women in our midst would vie for attention and entice rivalry among their menfolk, but Murder!  Was never in the cards, Never....

Today is the funeral of Bou-Cou-Meh and as the procession gathered there is a drizzle of rain,  but the sun is shining and there is a rainbow in the sky. An elderly gentleman whispered with pensive revelation "Rain Falling, Sun Shining, the Devil And He Wife Fighting For Bou-Cou-Meh;" as the procession began its march from Marabunta territory through the city attracting sympathizers, followers and onlookers on its way to Lapeyrouse Cemetery. There is an aura of celebration in the air which contradicts the anticipated sadness, as the crowd thickens an onlooker shouts as the Funeral Hearse wends its way down the avenue, "Rest In Peace Bou-Cou-Meh" and there was jubilation in and out as an electric frenzy seemed to spark the procession, as it entered the Cemetery grounds.

The six foot dugout soil removed from the gravesite where the deceased remains would be buried was wet and muddy as Pallbearers stumbled to maintain balance, slipping, sliding and falling but maintaining the posture of the coffin cradling their soldier Bou-Cou-Meh.

I heard a voice I recognized, it spoke with authority directing the proceedings, I turned around and there was my old friend Fitzroy a.k.a. Kid Coolie, I waved my hand gesturing for recognition but he looked right through or past me, and I thought maybe it was his preoccupation with the excitement of the occasion, or maybe unlike me the memory we shared had no lasting significance to him compared to what he had been through and had become.

There were Bad Johns from all districts from around town at the burial, but it was somber, there were weepers and wailers throwing sacrificial offerings into the grave, and the elderly gentleman rang a big brass bell while some older women chanted in a strange tongue, one particular woman seemed more distraught than the others and she was being supported by other females and then unexpectedly she dislodged herself from their grip and made a dash for the grave in an attempt to throw herself in, crying uncontrollably as she did, but she was blocked by the Pallbearers and retained and then somebody said "Band She Belly and Let She Wail, Let She Grieve," and did she wail as a wolf howling in the wilderness she moaned and moaned; as Bou-Cou-Meh's coffin was lowered into his grave, and now the Pallbearers, the women and the children their black and white funeral attire all lathered with mud now jumping and stomping a frenzied dance on the newly refilled grave of Bou-Cou-Meh, until the earth was flat again, until they had their fill. They had sent their fallen warrior home to rest. The burial was over.

The crowd of onlookers started to disperse onto the streets thinking that all the excitement was over, but there was a Chant I was hearing in the distance and as I got closer the voices grew louder and it was accompanied by feet stomping and I was now close enough to recognize what the Chant was saying, it was :-

"F**k You, Yu mudder c**t

Yu mudder ass, Yu mudder assh***e

Tell dem, Tell dem who don't know

We are the Bad Johns from Tokyo"

As profane and defiant as the lyrics were, equally as sacred but tribal was the Tambu Bambu rhythm that accompanied it, and that spirit embraced the funeral participants in a solidarity that you wanted to be invited into, to relish the ecstasy of the pain and yet the glory of the burial of Bou-Cou-Meh.

As the Chant continued up the avenue they were dancing in the streets and the onlookers standing on the pavement tapping their feet to the beat wishing they could throw caution to the wind and shelve their proclaimed righteousness and their hypocritical decency and be a part of this frenzy that accompanied the soul of this dome of consciousness we were encased in through this celebration of the Life and Death of Bou-Cou-Meh.

Now in the distance the Chant barely audible but the spirit lingers here as it is being whispered under the breath of the onlookers as we wend our way home.

"F**k You, Yu mudder c**t

Yu mudder ass, Yu mudder assh**le

Tell dem, Tell dem who don't know

We are the Bad Johns from Tokyo"

 THE FUNERAL OF BOU-COU-MEH.    

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