help me out: white lady reggae record
james
chicago 1,863 Posts
And I ain't talmbout that rinked copy of the Big Mountain cd that's still clattering around underneath the passenger seat of your mom's RAV4 amidst the Starbuck's lids and Snackwells wrappers.
No, there was this thing--it got reissued in the last year or two--that was done by some Engerlish art-student-type lady sometime in the eighties, kind of in a post-Slits/-Lizzy-Mercier vein. I think the story is that she put down basic tracks in her London flat or whatever, and then spent a grip of money to go to Jamaica and get the thing's knobs twiddled by a bunch of known pros.
The cover shows her lamping on some rocks with a melodica, wearing a red pajama-style get-up avec turban and white Keds (or perhaps going out like your man Ross Hogg in the white Chinese slippers) for a look that kinda splits the difference between a photo-negative bobo dread and a monied day-spa patron. I feel like either her name or the title of the record starts with "Y."
I might be wrong about some or all of this, though.
Anyway, I remember hearing some soundclips and thinking it was--while every bit as blas?? and as blanca as I'd expect--interesting and approaching legit, and though I'm not necessarily trying to run out and buy it right now, I always hate it when I forget stuff like this.
Thanks in advance for any jogs of the memory. You're looking good in those shorts, soulstrut.
No, there was this thing--it got reissued in the last year or two--that was done by some Engerlish art-student-type lady sometime in the eighties, kind of in a post-Slits/-Lizzy-Mercier vein. I think the story is that she put down basic tracks in her London flat or whatever, and then spent a grip of money to go to Jamaica and get the thing's knobs twiddled by a bunch of known pros.
The cover shows her lamping on some rocks with a melodica, wearing a red pajama-style get-up avec turban and white Keds (or perhaps going out like your man Ross Hogg in the white Chinese slippers) for a look that kinda splits the difference between a photo-negative bobo dread and a monied day-spa patron. I feel like either her name or the title of the record starts with "Y."
I might be wrong about some or all of this, though.
Anyway, I remember hearing some soundclips and thinking it was--while every bit as blas?? and as blanca as I'd expect--interesting and approaching legit, and though I'm not necessarily trying to run out and buy it right now, I always hate it when I forget stuff like this.
Thanks in advance for any jogs of the memory. You're looking good in those shorts, soulstrut.
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I seem to recall that the lady in question--while she was not uncommitted to the aesthetic--never really did anything apart from this one record.
In the crisp celery polo and the mom jeans, miss lady's looking more than a little like my Aunt Cindy here. Replace the melodica with a generic Kool, and that's her.
Anyway, thanks very much to everyone for taking a swing. I meant what I said about y'all looking good.
If you saw this inna di field, would you think "Hooters" ("And We Danced," not the place with the wings where everyone goes for the breasts) or "Augustus Pablo"? I think I'd just be confused.
But yeah, as far as the Brenda record, seeing as it includes signifiers of skin/straight-edge (the buttoned-up Fred Perry), skateboarding (the checkered Vans), and earnest white people making reggae, I think I'd probably just assume that it was from DC. Boston or California might cross my mind, too, but the whiff of estrogen kinda knocks Boston out (plus, Boston records always have like a dozen people on the cover), and I don't really see a lot of Cali records out here, so yeah, I'd think DC.
In any event, color-coordinating your shirt, shoes, and laces is a good look no matter where you're from. And yes, the ku-fez is definitely the cherry on top.