It's carnival time and at this time of year I could not care to blog about anything mundane, dreary, stressful or the least bit profound. At this time of year try as you may - you could only piss me off for a maximum of five minutes. Wish it was like this all year round. Tonight I went to Ambassadors calypso tent - tent is always a good lime (for me anyway), irrespective of the quality of the material, because undoubtedly, you can pick crap apart and laugh your "mass" off about it. I don't know whether it is the recession, the fear of leaving one's house lest you gets shot, or the fact that Ambassadors are not proving to be kicking anyone's behind (save their own) in 2009 - but the National Cultural Centre was a bit on the empty side (the optimist might say it was almost full - plus or minus a few hundred). But you know once you feeling the air conditioning full blast - de place eh pack.
I'm not a critic of calypso(no handbook here), I'll leave that for the seasoned professionals. I will say though, I enjoyed Ginger's songs; unfortunately I missed Pep and Moggie's first song - I was outside eating and liming. The most note worthy song (at least to me) was the second offering from Robbie - great song, heart wrenching, but great; though my son is but 15 months, the thought of losing him is just unfathomable - much less singing about it. It was a rendition worth an encore, but how good you ask a man, a father, to sing again about the loss of his son. It was a very well received song.
So the night ended with the call for the ceremonious or not so ceremonious removal of a diplomat; but in true undiplomatic Lucian fashion the audience asked for more of the satire. Hey, I had some good laughs, good scotch, good fun - in the final analysis it was a good night.
And imagine there is still an entire month before it is all over. Stress on pause for me right now - it's carnival.
I'm not a critic of calypso(no handbook here), I'll leave that for the seasoned professionals. I will say though, I enjoyed Ginger's songs; unfortunately I missed Pep and Moggie's first song - I was outside eating and liming. The most note worthy song (at least to me) was the second offering from Robbie - great song, heart wrenching, but great; though my son is but 15 months, the thought of losing him is just unfathomable - much less singing about it. It was a rendition worth an encore, but how good you ask a man, a father, to sing again about the loss of his son. It was a very well received song.
So the night ended with the call for the ceremonious or not so ceremonious removal of a diplomat; but in true undiplomatic Lucian fashion the audience asked for more of the satire. Hey, I had some good laughs, good scotch, good fun - in the final analysis it was a good night.
And imagine there is still an entire month before it is all over. Stress on pause for me right now - it's carnival.
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