Greetings Mi Irieites,
Today, 28th August 2014 is the 1st anniversary of the 50th anniversary “March On Washington,” initially orchestrated by Dr Martin Luther King. I was proud to make my exodus to be present at the occasion.
But what is equally as significant is that today is also the anniversary of the killing of Emmett Till (25th July 1941-28th Aug 1955), which took place almost 60 years ago.
Emmett, who was barely age 14 coming from Chicago, spent only a week in Money, Mississippi when he was murdered by a group of extremists that owned a local grocery store. His alleged crime was that he “whistled at a white woman,” who was one of the store owners.
Although several lynching and brutal murders took place over the years prior to this incident, it was the barbaric torture and ultimate shooting of this youngster that had us all from the Diaspora, looking in the direction of seeking Justice for any unjustifiable slayings of black youths, especially when perpetuated on “racist grounds.”
We are living in times where history has no reason to be repeating itself.
In the meantime, we lift our “crowns and hats” to George Jackson, whose anniversary killing was exactly a week ago (21st August 1971).
It’s “Love And Justice thru Music.”
Yes Mi Irieites,
It was exactly a year ago I made my first visit to the headquarters and home (53 Talgarth Rd), of the Right Honorable Marcus Mosiah Garvey. Today on the 127th anniversary of his birth, I extended my tribute by paying a visit to the house where he was actually born, in St Ann’s Bay, Jamaica.
This pilgrimage was enlightening. I am still amazed that it was from here in JA where this man, who is now such a powerful icon, started his journey from humble beginnings, and then went on to shake up and wake up the Diaspora. So much similarities to John the Baptist. But unlike John, he was allowed to keep his head.
So as we Rally Round the Red, Gold, Black and Green, let us think of all the soldiers along the way that have created a path for us to continue to walk with our heads high through the gates of freedom.
On August 9, 1995 Jerome John “Jerry” Garcia passed on. Garcia performed with the Grateful Dead for their entire thirty-year career (1965–1995) as the lead guitarist, singer and songwriter. His creativity and vision led the band to its long and enduring success with fans across the world. Steel Pulse salutes his spirit. In respect, here is the Grateful Dead performing Franklin’s Tower:
Born on July 23, 1892, Ejersa Goro, Ethiopia, H.I.M. Emperor Haile Selassie is a continual inspiration for Steel Pulse and millions around the globe. We search for the truth and hunger for justice in his name. To commemorate His Majesty’s birthday, LIFE presents photos from H.I.M.’s historic 1966 trip to the Caribbean.
The Lion of Judah breaks every chain.
Yes Mi Irieites,
This is a big shout out to all our fans, especially those that attended the show in Kauai, at the Kilohana Plantation. It is not often that Father’s Day and my birthday land on the same day. Nevertheless, we tried to make the most of it. Yes, we did.
From the moment we landed in Kauai, we were entertained Hawaiian style; serenaded by 4 beautifully spirited people. Some of us stopped behind and took pics.
Then there was the show, but prior to that, the band and crew chipped in on a watch that I have had my eye on, ever since we performed in Peru, a few months ago. Thanks bros and sister. That was a pleasant surprise. Not having a cake presented to me on stage this time round, was a surprise too. I guess I can’t have my cake and eat it. Now I have something to match my “redder than dread” outfit and my red “Ray Ban” sunglasses, that I’ve been sporting recently. But enough talk of material things.
Once again, many thanks to everybody on the Hawaiian islands that have supported the band through thick and thin throughout the years. We acknowledge there is now a new generation of Pulsers, since our first arrival, back in 1986.
And just as I am overcoming my jet-lag, we have to do a 180 degrees back to our designated countries, until we meet again.
Give thanks for life…..
Yes Mi Irieites,
We’re thanking those that appeared at the Republik club, first night. We were in awe of your support, with many of you appearing to see both us and Matisyahu, days before. Stay blessed now.
Aloha for ever!
Yes Mi Irieites,
Guam 2014: Stylin’ in the Limo
After 3 days of travelling from the Caribbean, to the South Pacific, we have finally landed in Guam…. And got : “leid!” (pronounced laid). Yes, it really took us that long to get here.
Guam 2014: Baruch and David Dread
The reception has been warm as usual, with that incredible looking limo waiting for us once more outside the airport.
Why can’t everyday be a Guam day?
Guam 2014: Roman, Dread, and Veronica
As tired as we were, we all went out to the “Jamaican Grill” restaurant. There we met two of our youngest ardent admirers, 13 year old Roman, and Veronica. These two guys were filling me in on the culture on the island.
To begin with I had no idea after coming here, for what must be the fourth or fifth time, that the country had been strongly influenced by the Spanish language and culture, for the past three and a half centuries. The formal name of the indigenous people are the “Chamorros,” who have called the island home for the past 4,000 years. Then it became a strategic point for the US before WWII. Japan occupied the place for a few years during the attack on Pearl Harbour. Now today, it is one of the many islands across the globe that has “Ragge Music” as their back bone and link to the world.
“Ferdinand Magellan and a Captain Crook
Pirates of the ocean glorified
Written in your books….”
Fond Memories: Guam 2012
Hail Mi Irieites,
Please accept my humble apologies for not continuing with this Midwest tour. The sickness I have contracted became too overbearing to sustain the remaining days.
Ever since the first date, I’ve been fighting a fever during the night right up to show time only to find that the condition had made my vocal chords inflamed, therefore unable to perform with any accuracy. On top of that I had a complete loss of appetite, ultimately sapping my strength. Nevertheless, I was willing enough to at least make a presentation each night despite my setback, not wanting to let you, our fans, down.
Unfortunately, the whole thing got the better of me and now has forced us to “throw in the towel.” To our loyal fans, especially those that have been waiting anxiously and have travelled hundreds of miles cross country to be part of our event; we hope that you can bear with us until I get back on the mend to serve you in the way that you know we do best. I thank those that have supported us at the events that we had managed to get by on (Telluride, Aspen, Boulder and Denver). Your cheers and high morale were terrific and uplifting to our spirit. We hope to give you something a bit more special next time round.
Once again, my sincere apologies…