About Me

My introduction to music started at a very early age. My family lived in the heart of
PORT OF Spain Trinidad, on George Street and at around the age of five, we moved to Ajax st.
which was next door to the St. John's Abulance Brigade headquarters. They were one of the
best marching bands in Trini. ONE of my cousins played drums for them and whenever I would see
them performing, I always knew that " that is what I was going to do". And I was to spend the
rest of my childhood imitating everything the drummers in that band did. To this day the rhythms
I like best are military. Also, at about the age of seven, I had a very distinct insight into
who I was and who my people were from anchient times. My mother, Jah bless, made all her children
know Jah, we attended church every sunday, then to sunday school. And on wednesdays we had cathicism.
As a result of which, we had a lot of biblical literiture; and whilst browsing through "Bible Stories"
which had a lot of pictures, I saw this man, he was a Persian, wearing this hat that would be today
called a "RASTA crown" and he had a beard with long wild hair And I always associated myself with
that image. I have to tell you that I had never known how I would of being able to get my hair
to that length, since I had never seen a black man with hair that long; until at about age twelve,
at my Aunty's house one sunday afternoon, I am looking unto this open field where a steelband
practices every sunday and off to the side there is this 'black man' with long nappy hair, it was
like an answer for me, because I knew right then that my true identity was attainable: RASTAFARI.
The steelband I am talking about is the Renegades Steel Orchestra, one of the early badman crew
from Trini, and the Rastaman was one of the first rastas in Trini.
The year was 1970 and Trinidad was in the midts of a cultural revolution which began with the class
protests, between the lighter and dark skinned, for jobs like bank tellers, then there was the
Union protests for better wages and benefits, and finally, the 60,000 strong protests by African
Trinis against the Indians, and half Whites for acting like they were better than us. This,
together with the African American struggles in the U.S.A and all the information that came out
at that time, made it easy for a man to know himself. And Rastafari was the wing upon which all
knowledge travelled to me. So it was at this time I began to put on my "crown of thorns". I admit
that at the time I had no wisdom nor understanding about what I doing, all I knew was that my un
combed nappy hair was trully who I was and that it was easy and totally liberating to be me.
Also at the same time there were black people who were totally against making waves or rocking
the boat, they were also against anything cultural and Rastafari was at the top of that list.
I don't have to tell you how hard it is to be the one man in one hundred, going against the
grain. A lot of people thought that I was crazy, because I left a good band, started another
that was more in tune with the time: Black Truth Rhythm Band. This band was going to function
as a "community information magazine"; bringing historical truth and biblical understanding
to the people via the music. We also wore dashikis and African robes on and off stage, at that
time we began to change our diet and socializing habits, at which point, my family included,
began to seriously wonder about our sanity. I also began planting food and getting some of the
kids in the village involved. There was this kid in my village who used to ask me why am I not
combing my hair anymore, was there something wrong; this kid knew me when I belonged to the
world, with the clothes, the women and the noteriety, playing someone else's music and being
successful at it. And to seem like you have totally given up on all that is to be trully nuts
indeed. Now that same kid is one of the bigger more fully aware Rastaman in Trinidad. The
struggle continues, both for greater self awareness and the righteous platform from which to
share it with the world, I Sincirely hope that the words of our mouths and our silent meditations
be of the Amighty God everytime, Asho Jeni.