Catch a Fire

Lee Perry, Voodooism

Sometimes, it just has to be a gut-churningly hot curry. Sometimes, it's time to watch The Life of Brian (again), and sometimes it's Apocalypse Now.

Sometimes, it has to be reggae. Might be the sunshine in the late evening. So, here, it's Lee Perry's Voodooism compilation. In the kitchen it's going to be Catch a Fire, which is absolutely magnificent and I should be knocking up some jerk chicken, but I think it's going to be a Thai prawn curry.

MADS

Footballers have WAGS, and Olympians have MADS (mums and dads) tagging along providing distraction and embarrassment.

Ambient

Jack Womack wrote the book in 1988, or at least it was first published then. Unfortunately, I've almost finished it. It's set in a bleak, dystopian America after a world financial crash. In the book it's called the Ebb. Forget economic forecasters. Apparently their job is to make astrology appear scientifically based and accurate. If you want good predictions, gather science fiction writers around you. With the crash of the dollar, suddenly small amounts of money are valuable and worth working for, and most by-pass cash altogether going back to a system of barter. I only happened on Jack Womack through a William Gibson tweet, what a lucky find.

Too old

That's it. Been told. By BLISS, so it's irrefutable, absolute, set in stone and unoverturnable, with no right of appeal.

I suggested the Strummer of Love Festival.

Silly idea. I'm not just too old but way, way too old. When did that happen?

Apparently the zimmer frame, tartan blanket and roadside picnic beckons. Just not the telly. Don't ever let me be old enough to sit in front of that, please.

Catch A Fire

I made a good call when I picked this up, and went for the two cd limited special edition. Along with the UK release there's the unreleased original mixes and running order on the other disc, and that's the one I play most, probably about ten times more frequently than the heavier, more produced, version. I'm now onto Augustus Pablo and the snappily titled Rockers Meets King Tubby inna Fire House.

This reminds me of watching Lashings play Priory, with a cool box full of food, a deckchair, MM and TTT, and a sound system blasting out song after song, all of it reggae that had you feeling you should recognise, but was all brand new.