Daily Archives: December 15, 2010

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Bob Marley is dead: Dancehall reggae of the 80s and early 90s

Jamaica in the 80s and early 90s was a tough place. OK, I wasn’t there, but the country was certainly facing a lot of challenges. By 1982, the spiritual godfather of reggae, Bob Marley was dead. Peter Tosh would be brutally murdered in 1987. In 1980, after years of left-leaning governments, the Reagan-allied Edward Seaga took over as prime minister and the political violence would continue for much of the next 30 years. Meanwhile Jamaica’s economy was decimated by cocaine-related violence, high inflation and IMF-mandated austerity measures.

But despite all that misery, Jamaica, the tiny little island, truly grew into a world superpower when it came to music. Here are some tracks from the first post-Bob generation of Jamaican dancehall performers. This isn’t a canon, just a small selection of songs I like. So turn up your subwoofer…


“Diseases” by Michigan and Smiley – 1982


“Zungguzungguguzungguzeng” by Yellowman – 1983


“Police in Helicopter” by John Holt – 1983


“Under Mi Sensi” by Barrington Levy – 1984


“Herbman Smuggling” by Yellowman and Fathead – 1984


“Here I Come” by Barrington Levy – 1984


“Under Mi Sleng Teng” by Wayne Smith – 1985


“Agony” by Red Dragon – 1988


“Murder Dem” by Ninjaman – 1989


“The Herb” by Tony Rebel – 1990


Nicodemus and Super Cat perform live in New York – 1990


“Dem No Worry We” by Super Cat – 1992


“You Don’t Love Me (No, no, no)” by Dawn Penn – 1992

Gawker Dating, Part III: If Only Things Were Different

You know how sometimes you find that perfect guy, but he’s 52, gay, and lives in Hawaii and you’re 24, straight, and live with your parents in Hoboken? Well, compound that by like a million and that’s what it’s like to look at GawkerDating as a Married. Because it’s more than reading a post and getting to that point where you see that the sexual orientations or locations don’t match up; it’s reading a post and seeing that even if everything matches up, it really doesn’t matter, and all you can do is make a creepy comment about the softness of some guy’s hair or excellence of some girl’s rack. Which isn’t to say that you (OK, we) want it to matter, but it feels like it should, like everyone should be able to get in on the fun equally, up until you send a picture of yourself to someone who decides you’re not hot and stops returning your PMs. Because isn’t that what life and love are all about? Continue reading

Rompies with Ruby

Today’s rompie was Grrrrrrreat!  We had the place to ourselves which meant I got to go off leash!  I ran around like a Blue Moon Lunatic.  We only did two miles, but I was off leash, like I said, so it was great.  Here’s a picture of me with my leash off.

People tell me that I’ve leaned out and slimmed down since getting to California.

Anyway, if you’re in my neck of the woods and you want to go rompies, email or twitter me and we’ll hook it up Dawg!

Crasstalk is going all twitter on your asses!

That’s right readers, writers, ponderers and scribes, we’re going big.  BMC gave his blessing and everything.

So here’s the vision: we snark, we make light, we comment crassly. And from the best and most glorious of our witticisms and insights we (meaning I, Stabby) tweet our brilliance to the world.

Crasstalk: we broadcast your pithy genius to the world (anonymously, of course).

ETA: we need a good avatar.  Anyone have any ideas?  All I can come up with are pretty vintage dresses, so…