Mai'khi C'Nia
NOW IT came to pass that summer days were upon the land and all across the rock Jamdowners lament the intensity of the noontime sun which scorched their brows and sent them scurrying into air-conditioned havens which sky-rocketed their energy obligations. And the irony was cogent, for if Jamdowners had proactively harnessed that same unlimited solar ferocity they could have grinned and defied the convection from a space of relative coziness.
Those were the days when the people of 'Sunshine City' were disgruntled by an infrastructural advancement which had taken
a toll to them, while simul-taneously the entire land contemplated an atrocity of a sex demon possessing members of Generation X and compelling them to commit despicable carnal violation of an innocent, while in the presence of an upstanding man of the cloth who was powerless to perform an exorcism on his forced-ripe charges.
JOYFUL NOISE
And as the summer picked up steam, some people on the rock journeyed to the North Coast to enjoin a joyful noise at back-to-back reggae festivals, for during their darkest hours the music of the land hath always been their sustenance and voice. Yea, reggae, the heartbeat of the Jamdown people, invariably was a powerful medium for either jollification or militancy, depending on whose lyrical prowess amalgamated with what production finesse during its creative process.
But the most prolific exponents of the music were no longer quick, and subsequent to their departure the people gave away their art to mediocre and nonsensical practitioners in faraway lands, such that the heartbeat of the Jamdown people is now pounding in Spanish, Japanese, German and cockney, to name a few of the diverse tongues. Behold, a mutant called Reggaeton arose from within Latin-American quarters and became the current rave on the regional circuit. Verily I say to ye, it shall infiltrate thy shores when a diva from the land of samba takes it to the stage at Sumfest.
Yea, these are the days when the cover-version wizards from the motherland shall finally make a pilgrimage to the rock to perform for a major Jamdown audience. They who for over two decades enjoyed creation-wide prominence on the strength of reggae adaptations of popular American works along with choice rock steady and reggae standards. Yea, they e'en established a recording studio here on the rock, where they reproduced chunks of Jamdown's musical heritage to their own image, which they released to international markets, amassing and sustaining their own profit.
JAMDOWN AUDIENCE
Dearly beloved, these are they who with gall recently revealed that they've never appeared before a substantial Jamdown audience because they felt unsafe at mass gatherings here on the rock, for a man once met his demise by the gun right next to a member of their band backstage at a local concert and that incident shook the living daylights out of them. Verily, if thou play with puppy he shall surely lick thy face.
Hear O Jamdown, the recor-ding industry in the land of the free was the only one superior to thine own throughout creation, but thou allowed all sorts of usurpers to relieve thee of thy birthright. Knowest ye not that thou alone art capable of expressing the music of thy heart in the way it was meant for mankind to behold its unique pulsations?
Therefore, break up thy fallow ground and again bestow upon creation a taste of true Jamdown musical aptitude, otherwise the likes of UB40 and Roger, the son of a Stefans, shall sustain the travesty and sacrilege of carting away the treasures that thy fore-bearers hath laid up for thee in rhythmic foundations. Selah.
