by Ricardo Gutierrez
Today we are switching gears a little bit. This one is in honor of our host, who is probably hiking through the woods and doing pull-ups on tree branches as you all read this. TNC mentioned he had been fienin' for some old Reggae, so here it is.
Hearing late 70s/early 80s Dancehall always reminds me of summertime and puts a smile on my face. Back in my DC days I remember rolling with my friend Neil to Adams Morgan and squeezing into this sweatbox named Tameri (I'm not sure of the spelling). There is something magical about a whole room of people bouncing in unison to slow bass-heavy music. I love how old Dancehall plays on so much negative space with it's sparse instrumentation and enough delay and reverb to make you feel like you're falling into a cave.
By the way, all you NYC folks, my girl Sam is DJing tonight (and every Wednesday) at this cool little bar/restaurant in Soho called Lucky Strike (not the bowling alley). She plays an eclectic mix like I do.