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Thursday, August 18, 2005
JBC DAYS & PROPER EDUCATION DUB
Mikey Dread
Africa Anthem Deluxe
1979
[Buy It]
I LOVE MARIJUANA
Linval Thomspon
I Love Marijuana
1978
[Buy It]
MARIJUANA IN MY SOUL
Ranking Dread
Linval Thompson and friends: Rockers from Channel One
1978
[Buy It]
BOM DUB
Ranking Dread
Ranking Dread in Dub
2004
[Buy It]
CONFUSING DUB
King Tubby & Soul Syndicate
Freedom Sounds in Dub
1996
[Buy It]
Trust-A-Farian Pt.1
As we wade through August, we re-enact S'wet in the City, the summer amplified to a maddening degree, nappier than Samantha's g-string. Walking down Essex or Ave. C feels more like a swim in the East River, the air gelatinous with exhaust, the asphalt reeking and each crack in the concrete getting a case of swamp ass. I'll politely demure from describing the bouquet of heated dog piss. The merest of exhalations from your lover acts as a wool blanket cast over the feverish body. Nothing can alleviate the heat. The skin overreacts, slickens in the middle of the night as the bathroom's bulb radiates heat more kin to a furnace.
At these brain-baking temperatures, I find that all other genres fall away, and I gravitate to playlists crammed full of nothing but reggae. My room thumps and shudders with its slooooow, lumbering, loping, almost subconscious pulses as if to teleport me and my surroundings, if not to Norway, then at least to the Caribbean side of Prospect Park. The headphones sop up profuse ear sweat and seep out that bass, and I let roots, rocksteady, and early dancehall sway and fan me. On repeat, it soothes and slowly synchs my body's biorhythms with those languorous, potent, overpowering riddims so that I exude less heat. The mental relaxation inherent tricks my heat-addled head, knotting and elongating my short hair into long flowing dreads. It helps me flee the mercury inna Babylon to chill in a slightly more subliminal space. So here are a few of my favorite tracks that have moved me this summer, moving like a midnight wind over the melted tar rooftops... like dear summer breezes (even if it is hot air)... or like ice cubes on Rosie Perez's DDs.
posted by beta
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