Hail Mi Irieites,
Today, I bear strong thoughts of my father, Charles Percival Hinds (15.11.1921- 08.11.2003).
Even now I give thanks for his endurance, patience and belief in the band; long before the world had recognised our potential. It was through his eyes that I initially viewed the world and its political history. Though his methods were crude in description, I was able to adapt and interpret from him the energy, that you, our fans, have been able to identify with in our music.
Homage to the original Mr Hinds….
Hail Mi Irieites,
Ms. Alvera Coke, the mother of the late Peter Tosh has passed away. Here is the statement from the estate of Peter Tosh:
The Peter Tosh Estate with great sadness acknowledges the passing of Alvera Coke. Born in Belmont Jamaica May 25, 1917- she passed at the same home in which she grew up, in her bed today. As the matriarch of the Tosh family she leaves behind the great legacy as the mother of Peter Tosh and grandmother of ten. Her grand spirit and guidance will be missed.
Ms. Coke, we give thanks and praises for your love and inspiration. Your son got up, stood up for justice and was the voice for the voiceless. I and I are forever thankful for your grace.
Yes Mi Irieites!
With only one more show to go, Eindhoven, we performed our second to last show in Amsterdam at the Melkweg, last night. And if the truth were known, the crowd was electrifying as ever. Please allow me to rephrase that; the “Nether Lands” has “Never Let us down.”
Incidentally, Al Anderson came backstage with his family. We had no idea he was there or else we would have presented him on stage for old time’s sake. Least we not forget that it was here in Holland that we shared the same stage with Al when he was one of the lead guitar players for Bob Marley and the Wailers, 35 years ago! Fret not, we hope to feature him for a brief moment in our long over due documentary. We hope that your wait will be significant..
On another note, I found time to check the Anne Frank museum here in Amsterdam and although the queue was halfway around the block, it was worth the wait, believe me. At first, I was feeling quite agitated, knowing that the tour bus would be leaving midday, sharp. I am already known for my lateness. But finally, we, (Rande the merchandise guy) and I got in viewed managed to view all; enlightening and forever memorable.
Anne Frank was Special. Her energy during those time will remain with me, forever.
Bless up everyone! Our first time in the Czech Republic. On the streets of Prague and I hope to be getting a treat tomorrow “Czech-ing” out the museums. Talks of viewing Mozart’s original manuscripts as well as a few Picassos. We shall see.
By the way, the show was great. Thanks for the hospitality Lukas, and those from Rastafari Radio…..
Yes Mi Irieites,
It’s a truly welcomed and deserved “day off” for the entire Steel Pulse entourage on this European tour. However, we take time out to remember Hugh Mundell who was murdered this day 14th October, back in 1983. The 30th anniversary of this reggae legend should not be forgotten.
In the earlier years of Steel Pulse’s presence in the Bay Area of San Francisco, we bumped into Hugh quite a few times. We were shocked when we learned of his death soon afterwards. For quite sometime in the early 80′s Hugh Mundell’s career became quite dormant. After a long hiatus friends advised him to return to Jamaica and produce the classic songs he was capable of composing. It was on taking such advice he met his death in JA. It was said to have derived from some kind of family dispute.
Hugh’s hit album “Africa must be free by 1983,” contained a lot irony, if you get my meaning. I’m sure his own spirit of freedom was what he was referring to.
Jah Bless another legend….
This is also the 30th anniversary of the slaying of dub poet Mikey Smith, who just like Stephen the disciple of our Lord, was stoned to death in 1983, in Jamaica.
Mikey, “Mi Still Cyaan Believe it.”
Hail Mi Irieites,
….Still on our European festival tour and loving it!!
Here’s an image from Port De Saint Nazaire, Les Escales, at the of the “Festival des Musiques du Monde” (The Music of the World Festival).
It beats me why after 22 years of being active, this has been the first time that Steel Pulse has ever performed here. It was a wonderful and honourable experience. Behind me is a monument that was made in memory of the slaves that were transported from Africa. The ships had docked here and the slaves were generally transported to Nante, a nearby major city. We give maximum respect to the efforts of advocates such as Victor Schoelcher, who went to drastic measures to put an end to the slave trade.
Saint Nazaire, was also a important entity during World War II, for the making of ships and any other types of water vessels.
And to the children of Saint Nazaire: keep strong and continue to grab education. It would be good to start a communication network between you that can interlink with the UK and other nearby countries to spread more harmony and positivity around the world. Thank you for your presence.
Oh, and a Happy Birthday to Ed, our tour manger, President Obama and my good good brethren, Jah B….
Hail Mi Irieites,
Chilling with Ky-Mani Marley. I haven’t communicated with him for quite a few years now… well, since we all did that show in Ghana along with Joseph Hill. Joseph passed on later that year (2006). Too bad Ghana’s 50th anniversary was right around the corner.
Nevertheless, we will, both Ky-Mani and the Pulse, continue our divine duties to “Chant Down Babylon”.
As Big Daddy would say “ONE LOVE” and One heart at the One Love Festival….
Yes Mi Irieites,
As we embark on the first date of the European summer tour, I had the pleasure to chill out briefly with one of reggae’s original veterans, Mr. ‘Ruff and Tuff” himself: Stranger Cole.
There I was, rushing to get out of what was a slightly cold night (well for me it was), after an extremely hot day, and now fighting off a sore throat because of this drastically mixed weather, I stumbled across Stranger, sitting in our van waiting for the rest of his band members. We both are at one of France’s biggest reggae festival, Garance.
It beats me why every time Stranger re-introduces himself he makes it a point that he is the father of Squiddly Cole, one of Jamaica’s best drummers. But with no disrespect to Stranger, I believe he has carved a very chunky-size niche, within the industry. Stranger was one of the acts that we use to shuffle dance to when my eyes were at my knees.
I am still reeling in disbelief that there is only an eleven-year difference between us. He started his career in 1962.
So Stranger, don’t be a stranger.
This day in 1892. I and I never forget what it means. The King of Kings and The Lord of Lords walketh upon the Earth. Selah.