Music, Video & Entertainment

The Last Don X 2010 Reggae Film Festival

Locked up since last summer after just one screening in Kingston, DiMaggio: The Last Don by the Rickards Bros. has spent more time on a stored hard drive than flickering across the faces of unsuspecting audiences, and for good reason.

Besides the fact that it is headed to the NY Television festival in the fall, we wanted to be sure that every audience from Kingston to New York are as surprised by the film (which is actually a television pilot) as the KOTE crowd was at Redbones last year.

Surprise, after all, is just another weapon of the underdog in an arsenal that included just one camera, one microphone, zero lights and a twelve dollar tripod. So, what’s it really all about?

Well, the official line is that it’s a documentary-comedy-drama which draws upon material gathered by mic-ing local record producer Josef Bogdanovich, AKA The Last Don, and interviews with the people who know and work with him – musicians, businesspersons, media and regular working people.

Unofficially, some suggest its like watching a speedier, more foul-mouthed Larry David tearing around Jamaica promoting dancehall while flipping everyone the proverbial bird. A flattering description we think, but Larry David this ain’t.

Check out the second public screening of DiMaggio: The Last Don at the 2010 Reggae Film Festival tomorrow at the Cove, 2 Winchester Avenue, New Kingston (11 p.m.). But please, no ganja smoking as decent people will be there.

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Music, Video & Entertainment

This is Stone Love at The Tropics Nightclub in 1985…


 
Picture this: You are in this place and all around you are people rocking slowly to the sound of Ken Booth’s version of Everything I Own.

All the girls’ man are locked down with their women; then there’s the steppers with their hands cocked as if they are holding an M-16; the hopefuls across the line pointing to the single women across the lawn to let them know their intentions for the night; and the apprentice struggling with two cases of Guinness for the Dads and his crew. 

All of a sudden there is a change in the music, and Cancer takes to the mike bigging up all the hot steppers. The slow mourning sound of Black Uhuru General Penitentiary flows from the dual 18-inch speakers in the column of boxes positioned in the four corners of the lawn. Continue reading

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Art & Design

FIRST People: Devon Gordon's art of extreme patience

Artist Devon Gordon. Photography: Biggy Biggz

Driving through Arnett Gardens we noticed a long stretch of graffiti on one side of Greenwich Park Road. Glancing across to the other side we glimpsed this amazing mural, maybe 40-foot long, and stretching from one side of a building to the other.

That being a lazy day we’d actually been filling time looking for new murals south of Cross Roads and found nothing. But this was something else: made of blocks, the wall hadn’t just been painted but the shapes and faces also hand-carved into it.

While we stared at it like tourists, artist Devon Gordon soon appeared; chisel and sandpaper in hand. Despite his talents, Gordon remains unemployed and so lacks the funds he needs to buy the remaining paint.

“Could be done in a couple of months,” he shrugged. Continue reading

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