Yes, Bwoy back den Bamboo did a mash up de place. Nuff niceness. Wicked Vibes. Tony and the Lurks with Junior (AKA “Dread”), Wickedest Keyboard Player ever. DJ Hank and DJ Maggi…AKA McGowan. Trust me bamboo club Bristol UK, is legendary throughout the world. Bristol was it. Traila load a girls from all ova de UK on weekends comming down a de club, wha!!! Trust me tings well irie. Latest fashion, groove, swing, rock steady, shing a ling, shuffle, skiffle, cool an deadly…wha…Bamboo did a mash it up. Bristol women de most beautiful, loving, kindess, sistrin man an man would ever set eyes on. TREASURES…respect and honor dem
Girls like sand to match every man. Bwoy if u couldn’t meet a nice girl or bwoy at bamboo…well yu jus nu ready. See it deh. Yeah mon. Bwoy, bamboo had a part design like a cave vibes all night long…lovers rock a mash up the place. Keyboard Junior, wid de Lurks a wicked local band, did a kill dem wid it. Gal dem jus a pass out fe de keyboard player. Bwoy was jus wicked. When him hit the stage…club mash up. Nuff, Nuff Niceness. Big up Bristol. Maximum respect: Lurk’s, Tony Forbes, AKA Tony Ray and Amjah Band inna Israel, Winston, Israel, Junior, AKA “Dread” yard, RIP, Charles Israel, Lennox, Switzerland, Ronald Green, Bristol UK, Larry.Wailer’s , Toot’s and the Maytals, Diamonds, Upsetters….on and on. Nuff Respect.
Here mi now…Spread de word. We are talking about an icon. Calling aII man an all crew from Bristol now scattered around the world…log on. Some a wi deh back a yard…Some a wi in a America…Europe…all over de world…a so wi dweet. Come mek wi dweet…Burning Spear…There is a mystic…Bob. Come, Come in Bristol…AII a wi…Go tell it round de world…log on. One love…One heart…Let’s get together and feel all right…Bob.
What this blog affords us is the opportunity to set things straight. We have a lot of very powerful families that came out of Bristol. The Cooke’s were one of Bristol’s earliest most influential families. Mr. Cooke was a very strong Jamaican business man owning nuf, nuff houses in Bristol, which he rented to the West Indian families when no one else would support them. Mr.Forbes, owner of a massive West Indian Grocery Store, on Grosvenor Road, St. Pauls, Ms. Forbes, Hair salon, Pops, record store, Black and White Cafe, Sonia and Denzel, Club proprietors, Keith and Mytle Thompson, big trucking company… etc.
Nuff a fi wi parents did have big house. In fact, more dan one. Weh dem a talk bout ghetto. Wi nuh know bout nu ras ghetto. A house fe wi parent’s buy back den and fix dem up. Fe wi community’s was criss…bout ghetto. Wi nu check fe nu dibby-dibby ting, scene!!! CHU.A dem did a live inna ghetto and a bade, when dem bade, in a kitchen sink…puss…oonoo ova stand. Fe wi people dem end up a own de biggest houses in a all part a bristol. Si it deh.
Speak up Bristol and represent yourselves on this forum. Half the story has never been told. It is left to us to correct the record. From the Bamboo to the blues to the calling of our destiny. Many of us left and went on to take on the world and WIN. We were well prepared. We had come from a culture and a people that did not know what it meant to give up. They struggled for us. Bled and died for us. Yes Bristol.
Teddy Bwoy know seh him can’t jesta inna fe wi area. Man like sweeny, karl and dem brudda deh would a wha…yu no weh mi a seh. So whatch ya, go tell the world..Tell everyone get on this forum and tell our HIS STORY. See it deh. Run go tell mama, papa…run come. Tell your story. Let the world hear us. FOR WE ARE BRISTOL. We not only made history…WE LIVED IT.
Calling all Rasta man, Bongo, Nyabingi, Twelve Tribes, COME DOWN SOLOMOM….SOLOMOM…Come in an log on. Jah…Rastafar I. Everliving…Ever faithfull…Ever Sure.
If you know your history you [WON'T] ask ME who the hell do I think I am. U see I am one of u. I was and continue to be a bufallo soldier. Dread locks Rasta. I have been fighting on arrival…But the lesson I learned in Bristol prepared me for survival. Love oonoo Bristol.
Go tell the world, seh wi deh yah. Good friends we have lost…Good friends we have found along the way. In this great future you can’t forget your past. Some of us survive. Thank God we are still alive. See it deh.
Kieth Maloney, King, Junior Walker, Herald Hartley, Bunny, Parker, Duckie, Duncans, Champagne…Patrick, Vivian…Twiggy…Bill…AJAX…Karl (Tarzan Son), Stone, Dulcie, Sunshine, Bankie, Burgess, Denzil, Sonia, Steven, Michael, Norma, Clements, The Reids, Winston, Cecil Decordova, Norman, Norma, Stephanie, Solomon, lookup, Monica Blagrove, Tony Forbes, Lennox, Charles, Jennifer Baker, Noel Baker, Stiffy RIP, Eubert Hartley, Bajan, Sammy Joseph, Theodore Joseph,longman, Petrona, Ronald Powell (POW, POW), Beauty Spot Frank RIP, Israel RIP, Dennis, Keith Thomson, Maggi, Hank, BIG Basil guitarist, Burcham, Ms, Forbes Beauty Shop, Mr Forbes grocery store RIP, Barry Johnson, Kaleb Johnson, Clive Johnson, Morris, Saidi, Dorren, Mava, Beverly, Carlton, Tarzan (RIP), Ajax, Mr, Barnaby, Bailey (ka ti, Ka ti), Simon, Janet (RIP), Alfreda,Mary barrant, Quinty, Raymond,Pop’s (record shop), Ken Duncan (RIP), Alan Duncan, Phillapa Forbes, RIP, Phillip Walker RIP, DOCKSI, Shark, George McCloud,…on and on…oonoo fill dem in.
I man haf fi chant. When I man tink a bout all ah dem youth deh we lose to de curse of de crack, mental and inhuman bondage; and de RAS COKE. Natural Herbal EVERYTIME…Jah know. Excuse mi while I light…Oh God I got to take a whiff. Bredren please fe give I. I man nu fraid fe tell oonoo, mi jus feel like mi eyes a run living eye water. Memories of our reality. My heart feel like it wan fe weep fe de past, and fe our future. When I think of some of the things we endured…my blood runs cold…Jus feel like mi haf fi weep. Bredren, but fi de grace of Jah, go I. All dem man deh dat fall unda de pressure oonoo nu pass dem mek dem suffer. Touch dem. Help dem if yu can. Blessed are de merciful. Jah know. JAH. RASTAFARI. SOLDIERS, I MAN UNDER DE BANNER OF HIS MAJESTY, SYMBOLIC LIONS OF JUDEA WHICH SHALL BREAK EVERY CHAIN SALUTE ALL AH OONOO. RESPECT TO DE MAX.
Can’t leave out de church people dem.: Bro and Sis Williams, Brother and Sister Clark, Bro and Sis Morris, Bro and Sis Diego, Bro and Sister Telfer, Sis Barrant, Br and Sister Jjohnson. The list goes on and on. Those that know complete the list. Tell our own story. We must tell it ourselves. Maximum Respect for all man from this era. Most a dem man mention here (and still living) inna them 50′s thru 60′s.
I heard man say that man of that era fraid fe go down town. Hey oonoo fe get de rude bwoy youth them. Them bwoy deh never fear no man. Them man step it down town to go a locarno and dem place deh with them straight razor, flick knife and switch blade and no man test. Them bwoy “the old guns” never fear no one. Don’t get I wrong, dem bradda deh, never da look fe trouble, but dem deh man deh down town used to wan tek libati, wid man an man, scene! Yeah mon. Ah su. Dem used to walk back thru town to go a Bamboo and all a dem in a de town know nu fe mess wid dem youth deh…dem youth was fearless and jus nu jesta. Dem deh youth deh mek it safe fe black man go down town. So mi nu know weh dem a talk bout…dem jus nu know. If oonoo ask the old timers dem will tell yu bout dem man deh. Bristol front line soldiers. That crew left Bristol to London and became the Sir Coxsone Downbeat sound system crew…the young LION’s; the world renowned legends; the UNTOUCHABLES. If oonna wan mek flim a dem deh man deh , if any still deh bout, oonoo need fe track down. Original Rude Bwoys. Serious ting…fe real. I man salute dem deh youth deh. Some serious Bristol youth. Fearless Posse. Dem youth deh did along wid de original Brixton crew got together and became known as de Untouchables and did a rule London, including de notorious Brixton, in the late 60′s, 70′s and 80′s. Each one tell one. Log on.
UNTOUCHABLES: (Circa 60′s thru 80′s) Junior, Herald, Valentine AKA (POUND A LIVER), longman, Israel AKA Jahu (RIP), Tani, Ewart, Facey, Henry AKA (Bacon), Rudy (RIP), Phillip, Trevor AKA (Hog), Doozer, Tex, Ika, Blackhood, Messom, Frenchie, Bradda Frankie, Nyaman Brown, Kenneth AKA (Jew Bwoy)…Nuff More. Jus can’t remember man an man. Locales:; Ram Jam, Jim Daddy, Roaring 20′s, Brixton, Peckham, Lewisham, Norwood, East, West, North and South…The Legend Sir Coxsone Downbeat…LLoydie, Festus, Blacka…YEAH MON…AH SU. Su wi dweet. Respect all original untouchables…Time is the master. From Bamboo…Worldwide still a trod it inna Babylon and ah carry de torch. Yes mi fren…mi good fren, mi de pon…Si it deh. JAH. RASTAFARI.
If anyone inna Bristol read this ah beg oonoo do a blessing fe I man. Print and distribute inna Bristol.Down a de Swan and place lke dat. Nuff a dem bradda and sista ya ever get de respect dem deserve. Oonoo hafi understand weh did a gwan in ah England dem time deh. “PRESSURE OH PRESSURE ON A… Si it deh. “Who feels it knows it.” Take a walk inna fe wi shoes before oonoo criticize. So watch ya it nu matter to I man what ever status in a life I man reach I will always love and respect all ah my bredren dem in a Bristol England. Whatcha in truth all I man would a like fe know seh all man a find peace inna dem life…trust mi I man overstand the battle and de struggle. I man would a walk in a any battle wid I man bredren from dat deh era. All who nu mention a jus seh right now memory deceive de I. But live up…All a oonoo stay strong..”Here the words of the rasta man say…babylon…” Si it deh. “THE TRUTH IS AN OFFENCE…OFFENCE…BUT NOT A SHAME…[FOR I AND I KNOW BRISTOL...WEH WI LIVE TRU] JAH LIVE CHILDREN YEAH, JAH, JAH, LIVE CHILDREN YEAH.” BREDREN LUV OONOO. JAH BLESINGS. JAH GUIDANCE. JAH LIGHT. JAH INITY. UNUH BUS DEM TUNE DEH. Epecially MYSTIC BLOWING THRU THE AIR. IF OONOO LISTEN CAREFULLY OONOO AH GO HEAR. Speak up and tell oonoo story it’s not a shame.
Be the hundred, be de tousan
Fro country and from town,
By de ship-load, be the plane load
Jamaica is Englan boun.
Dem pour out a Jamaica,
Everybody future plan
Is fe get a big-time job
An settle in de mother lan.
What an islan! What a people!
Man an woman, old an young
Jus a pack dem bag an baggage
An turn history upside dung!
Some people doan like travel,
But fe show dem loyalty
Dem all a open up cheap-fare-
To-England agency.
An week by week dem shipping off
Dem countryman like fire,
Fe immigrate an populate
De seat a de Empire.
Oonoo see how life is funny,
Oonoo see da turnabout?
Jamaica live fe box bread
Out a English people mout’.
For wen dem ketch a Englan,
An start play dem different role,
Some will settle down to work
An some will settle fe de dole.
Jane says de dole is not too bad
Because dey paying she
Two pounds a week fe seek a job
dat suit her dignity
me say Jane will never fine work
At de rate how she dah look,
For all day she stay popn Aunt Fan couch
An read love-story book.
Wat a devilment a Englan!
Dem face war an brave de worse,
But me wondering how dem gwine stan
Colonizin in reverse.
THE MOST HONARABLE LOUISE BENNETT (RIP) SISTRIN…AYASO…AH FE WI…ALL A WI.
“I rise,” is fe all a de youth dem dat follow I an I generation. Listen up my youth’s I man gwan reason wid oonoo. Back in a fe we era, tings did different. All dem did a expect from I an I was fe go wuk in a factory, Brooke’s laundry, BRI (fe empty chamber pot)(tru some nursing…but dem day deh, yu nuh see!!) lysox, frys, waterworks, dem place deh…scene!! Fe we parent’s, Jah bless dem, hold down dem type a wuk fe mek a betta future fe I an I. I an I reject dem deh ting deh an decide seh betta mus come. So man an man forward in a babylon a look fe better I an I self. Now whatch ya, we never fraid fe wuk an we do weh we havfe do fe forward I an I self.
Now whatch ya, my youths. A weh de ras oonoo a deal wid. Oonoo hav all kinda opportunity I an I never have. So tell I man why de ras oonoo a jesta. I an I blaze a trail fe oonoo. We face down nuff a dem heathen back deh pon de wall fe oonoo. Watch ya all a dem from all ova come thru an a prosper off a fe we labor. Is I an I hav fe back off babylon, fight down de evil man dem fe mek it safe fe de coolie, pakistani, arab all a dem fe a live deh. Yet dem a prosper while I an I youth dem a jesta. Oonoo no see it? Instead it look like oonoo wan play gangsta. Oonoo seem like seh oonoo wan feel seh oonoo a pretend seh oonoo a dan man. Weh de ras!!. Chu, go study oonoo ras books. Go educate oonoo self. Oonoo need fe go become solicitor, barrister, doctor, lawyer, engineer,. architect, teacher’s, entrepreneurs…stop ras jesta. I an I suffa fe oonoo. Nuff a oonoo born a Englan an nu know nuthin bout yard. Whatcha Jamaica produce a lot a champion. Bob Marley, Burning Spear, Colin Powell, Marcus Garvey…on an on. Nuff doctor, lawyer, engineer, businessmen, teachers dem all ova de world a succeed. Whe de ras do oonoo.
Stop follow foolishness. Stop a study gangstaism an how fe whine up oonoo ras waist, an go study oonoo book dem. Old guns oonoo step up an counsel dem youth yah. Mek dem overstand de consequences of dem actions. Youth man here I when I tell oonoo time wait fe no man. Mek hay when de sun a shine. Be responsible fe oonoo own future an destiny. Teachers stop a jesta wid I an I youth dem future. Fe we youth dem are precious in de eyes of JAH.
I man charge Englan (oonoo)… “who de[RAS] cap fit..” fe negligence. I man charge oonoo fe de collusion in de destruction an miseducation of I an I generation. Oonoo, know how many lives oonoo destroy when oonoo would’nt let dem study fe tek oonoo ras higher level certificate(s), because dem did black. Oonoo know how many supa star athlete, footballers, cricketer’s, athletes all oonoo deny de opatuniti because dem did black; oonoo know how many scientist, doctor’s, physicians, chemist, mathematicians, JAH…Oh JAH, wasted to de debris of socities, refuge. Oonoo….Oonoo…I man charge oonoo. JAH. LORD GIVE I STRENGTH…OH FATHER GOD.
Some of us survive. I man stan fe chant down Babylon in de name of I an I bredren who nu deh ya, or can’t chant down de perpretrators. I man a tell oonoo seh no more. I man charge all a oonoo parent’s in a Englan fe demand seh deh shitstem…school’s, “properly” educate I an I youth dem.
Youth’s oonoo nu se wha gwan. Oonoo nu se say a right deh so, in a ras Bristol, Englan, dem brutalize I an I, very souls pon de slave ship. A right deh so dem carry I an I in a shackles and hold us down in a cellar (in chains) in de bottom less pit, a wait fe massa fi put we up pon de block. A right deh so in a Bristol, Englan dem brutalize I an I bredren dem very souls. Youth man, I man a beg oonoo visit dem site deh and cite a prayer fe de souls and spirits of I an I ancestors. Youth man, oonoo hear I now, honor dem with no violence jus peaceful emancipation of your minds. All a oonoo if oonoo listen carefully, oonoo will hear… the crack of de RASSSSS WHHHHHHIP.
What we need is a spiritual healing.We need a cleansing. We need a recognition of de inhuman acts dat were legally perpetrated on I an I. Slavemasta, I an I deh yah fe collect we pay. Here I, oonoo wan de world fe come dung deh fe play olympic sports on de bones, blood sweat and tears of I an I, bredren.
Yet when I an I petition oonoo fe change jus de name a de Ras Massa name, pon de building oonoo refuse. I man a tell oonoo seh de world a come down deh fe olympic sport…JAH nah sleep. Here me now WORLD, if oonnoo wan fe come down deh den oonoo need fe know de history. Oonoo need fe ova stan weh Rasta a tell oonoo. If oonoo wan fe participate in dis continued disrespect, disregard and dehumanization of I an I by dis yah system; who prefer fe retain slave massa (COLSTON) name pon building… dat I an I build feh no pay; sacrifice blood sweat and tears inna inhuman bondage… den all Rasta can seh …what a shame an disgrace. But mek no mistake, Oonnoo a go tired fe se Rasta face…oonoo can’t keep I an from a broadcast dis disgrace!! Thank God fe internet!!!
Boycott…oonoo boycott…rise up. JAH RASTAFARI. Justice…I man call fe Justice fe I an I an I. Whatch ya man…excuse mi whilst…oh God…oh God. Didn’t I an I people before I slave fe dis yah Englan. JAH. RASTAFARI. If you for get yu past yu can never realize yu future. Oonoo owe it to oonoo self and de past fe forward in dis generation.
CHU!! My Youth’s tings a get more crucial in a Englan now. Step up. As Bob say…Get up Stand up . Stand up fe [oonoo] rights. Demand justice an equal rights. Demand a fair an propa education. Bristol…calling all Rastaman. SOLOMON…SOLOMON…I man no seh yu is a bradda dat long time now in a de struggle fe dem youth yah. Bredren, de time is NOW. Rise up. NO VIOLENCE…PEACEFULLY…demand equal rights and justice.
Soli..I an I need fe petition dem man deh fe provide a future fe I an I youth dem. Dem youth yah need quality school’s in a de community; dem youth need shelta; de youth dem hungry an a suffer; dem youth deh need jobs; dem youth deh need a peaceful neighborhood fe grow up in a. Suh watch yah Soli…it’s time RASTA. Yeah mon..it’s time. I an I can reason right ya so…scene. Spear…to far fe travel….don’t go to the river….scene. But I man will travel cross de oceans and come Rasta fe de emancipation…scene. I man tired fe see oonoo a fail dem way deh. I man nu wan fe believe seh fe we struggle was in vain.
“I rise.,” fe I man youth dem. Oonoo forward in dis
generation…TRIUMPHANTLY. “Won’t you help to sing…” LUV Oonoo. MYSTIC BLOWING THRU THE AIR….
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou
“Fi I, an I, an I, an I.” All a oonoo…BURNING SPEAR. To the memory of our past. And the Hope of our Future. Love Oonoo. “NO WOMAN NU CRY…NO GREAT GRANDMA…GRANDMA…MAMA…SISTA…AUNTY…SI STRIN, ALL A OONOO…OH SWEET SWEET DARLINGS…BEG OONOO…NU CRY!!!”
JENNIFER B…(SOCIAL WORKER). ALWAYS DID A CHALLENGE DE SYSTEM FE JUSTICE. IF A NU FE…? YU “ALWAY”S DID A TELL I MAN AN A WARN I MAN. ” YU KNOW A WHO. THANK YOU, THANK YOU…THANK YOU…SWEET…SWEET…DARLING…FOR ALWAYS CHALLENGING RASTA…FE DEFEND DE TRUTH.
It is important for I man fe recognize rasta don’t believe in racial prejudice in no shape or farm. In fact, I man havfe big up all a my bredren dem in a Englan, particularly Bristol of every shade, creed, color, race and nationality. Some of I man best friends were white. I man would dah trust dem man deh wid fe I man LIFE. No Rasta stand fe Innity. All man in a I man belief created equal. However, oonoo havfe unda stan, I man. “Until de philosophy, that holds one race superior and another inferior…” “Until de color of a man skin is no more significant than the color of his eyes…” I man stand fe equal rights and justice fe all man kind.
With this in mind, my thoughts run to the right honorable Princess Diana, and de significance of her son’s upcoming wedding. I man havfe big up Princess Diana. Princess Diana epitomized what is de best in us, de human race, when we unconditionally love one another. Fe I man Diana’s life can be judged by how she lived her life and what she did with her time on this earth. In the end that is all any of us have, be they Kings or, Princess, or de common man. All of us are significant and essential in Jah eyes. Blessed be de merciful. If Diana’s children continue her works upon dis earth then their living will not be in vain. I man want to thank everyone inna Englan that nurtured I man commitment to equal right’s and justice.
“One love…One heart…let’s all get together and feel alright. “HEAR THE CHILDREN CRYING…..HEAR THE CHILDREN CRYING…” OH GOSH…OH GOSH.
“EMANCIPATE YOURSELF FROM MENTAL SLAVERY. NONE BUT OURSELVES CAN FREE OUR MINDS”…BOB
IN MEMORIAL TO ALL A DEM DAT PASS AND WE LOSE ALONG DE WAY…JAH BLESS.
MYSTIC BLOWING THROUGH THE AIR!!!!
Written by
Fro country and from town,
By de ship-load, be the plane load
Jamaica is Englan boun.
Everybody future plan
Is fe get a big-time job
An settle in de mother lan.
Man an woman, old an young
Jus a pack dem bag an baggage
An turn history upside dung!
But fe show dem loyalty
Dem all a open up cheap-fare-
To-England agency.
Dem countryman like fire,
Fe immigrate an populate
De seat a de Empire.
Oonoo see da turnabout?
Jamaica live fe box bread
Out a English people mout’.
An start play dem different role,
Some will settle down to work
An some will settle fe de dole.
Because dey paying she
Two pounds a week fe seek a job
dat suit her dignity
At de rate how she dah look,
For all day she stay popn Aunt Fan couch
An read love-story book.
Dem face war an brave de worse,
But me wondering how dem gwine stan
Colonizin in reverse.
generation…TRIUMPHANTLY. “Won’t you help to sing…” LUV Oonoo. MYSTIC BLOWING THRU THE AIR….
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.