"When another person makes you suffer, it is because he suffers deeply within himself, and his suffering is spilling over. He does not need punishment; he needs help. That’s the message he is sending."
His manager and best friend, Delroy Williams, said he had seen the singer and songwriter the night before and he had seemed fine. “It is such a shock, I don’t think I will ever get over this,” he said. “Desmond was the first legend, believe it or not. When he released Israelites nobody had heard of Bob Marley - he paved the way for all of them.”
Me and my wife were chatting with Phil Simpkin and Shawn Taylor of the Simpkin Project when they got a text from The Expanders to join them in an impromptu acoustic set next to the bowl. Moments like these are why I love festivals and reggae music! Here is a little moment of The Expanders covering “Fire” by Justin Hinds with Jules Luna, Shawn Taylor, and Phil Simpkin.
The first single off of Protoje’s next album (due out later this year), “Who Knows” is about gratitude–even in those situations where all you can really say is…”who knows.” In the video, Chronixx and ‘Oje, for example, find themselves with a gig at a very festive-looking beach party, but no way to get there after their car breaks down. Solution? Ladies on motorcycles, who give them a very scenic ride around the island, at least until they’re pulled over by the cops (riding backwards doesn’t really seem like the safest idea). In any event, though they have to go quite literally over the river and through the woods, they make it to the party, and in the meantime, we get to see some fantastic footage of Jamaican scenery. (source: LargeUp)
I found a quote I really liked by Thoreau and decided to put together some spots based around it using existing footage from ChopShop Entertainments archive. This spot one was my favorites, a short story about a girl and boy meeting at a music festival.
"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating."