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​Life on a high note

Picture courtesy Mark Lyndersay

Picture courtesy Mark Lyndersay

My name is Martin “Mice” Raymond and all my work is music.

I got the nickname “Mice” on the first day of form three at Fatima College, after I cut my infamous afro and my glasses broke. A friend said, "Ay - he looking like a mice!" I liked it – it saved all those, "Why do you have two first/last names?" questions. So I told everyone, "Don't call me Mice" – to ensure the name stuck. [Fatima principal] Clive Pantin was probably the only person who didn't call me "Mice".

I come from nowhere in Trinidad. I'm not "Trini to de Bone". I'm an official "Trini-by-boat". I was born in London of Trinidadian and Jamaican parents and came to Trinidad on an actual boat when I was a few months old.


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Maracas upon Thames

My name is Ricardo Garcia and I sell handcrafted beers in Twickenham, England, near the rugby stadium.

I’ve lived in Twickenham for roughly 18 years but I was born in St Clair [now Medical Centre] and lived on Sweet Briar Road. Just down the street from the home I grew up in. Mom didn’t have to go far to carry me home.

I went to Bishops Antsey Junior School and then to Fatima for a very short time before going to England, to boarding-school, when I was 11. After university in England, I decided to stay in England a little bit longer before moving back to Trinidad. I ended up working in catering, an industry I loved. And never left.

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Obeah Bassman in Heaven

Picture courtesy Mark LyndersayWinston Bailey, the Shadow

As a tribute to the late Shadow, this special Carnival Sunday version of Trini to the Bone (as told to BC Pires) takes every word (apart from a handful of conjunctions or articles) in all the personal statements, not from in-depth conversation with the subject, but from the lyrics of Shadow’s own songs. This is, then, a very special ‘Bago to the Bone, as listened to by BC Pires

My name is Winston Bailey, the Shadow and I belong to the House of Music.

I am the wizard who was born dread. Poverty dread. Misery dread. And I was born in them, so I must be dread.

In this world of confusion, I try to understand for so long what’s really right and what’s really wrong.

William Shakespeare say, “Who steals my purse, steals trash.” But the Shadow say, “That thief was looking for some cash!” If I catch you inside my pocket, looking for trash inside my wallet, run away from there, danger could be near: my name is not Shakespeare.

Somebody keeps fooling somebody.

I love my music. Instead of giving me love, give me music.


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Whither for Leather

Picture courtesy Mark Lyndersay

My name is Kelvin Roberts and I am the man at the counter of a leather repair shop.

I was born in Carenage but grew up in Port of Spain. Boy days in Gonzales, Belmont, was kind of rough. It’s a “hot spot” area. But, most of the days I had there were good, because of my dad.We’re still close. He’s retired now and he comes into the shop almost every day to visit. I had about five other guys in the area used to lime. Cool guys, who never got in trouble. I left Gonzales when I started to work at age 18.

My stepdaughter’s name is Celine Singh. My big son is Josiah Roberts, 11, my other son is Joshua Roberts, seven years. And I have a next daughter, Caithlyn Roberts, six.My wife is Rajpatie Rampharay – but we call her Ria. My wife is Indian, so I never even thought we would be together.

I met Ria when I had now started working at York Garments and I was having lunch on my own, because I was new. She asked if she could have lunch with me. I said, no problem. It was a big table. We started talking over lunch. Then we started walking up to the Main Road and it was a long stretch so we talked plenty. We’re four years married now but we’ve been together for 19, 20 years.

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The Salt (Nuts) of the Earth

Picture courtesy Mark Lyndersay

My name is the Honourable Prophet Andy and I am a nuts vendor on the road.

I’m from the Bobo Shanti order. Which I’m a man keep my Sabbath. Work six days, rest holy unto the Lord.

I’m from Laventille, born on top the Hill, which part I had all my boy days. But recently I’m living Maracas St Joseph.

Laventille people used to live as one. I coulda eat by you, you coulda eat by me. It was just a love. Until the Eighties, when the guns and the gangs start to come in. Before, you coulda go on the basketball court. People from Morvant, from all over, used to confederate and do things together. Laventille still nice. It’s just a certain bad seed does spoil the whole great bunch.

God is in my heart, God is in everybody heart. It’s just that some people let Satan take over.

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​Life on a high note

Picture courtesy Mark Lyndersay

Picture courtesy Mark Lyndersay

My name is Martin “Mice” Raymond and all my work is music.

I got the nickname “Mice” on the first day of form three at Fatima College, after I cut my infamous afro and my glasses broke. A friend said, "Ay - he looking like a mice!" I liked it – it saved all those, "Why do you have two first/last names?" questions. So I told everyone, "Don't call me Mice" – to ensure the name stuck. [Fatima principal] Clive Pantin was probably the only person who didn't call me "Mice".

I come from nowhere in Trinidad. I'm not "Trini to de Bone". I'm an official "Trini-by-boat". I was born in London of Trinidadian and Jamaican parents and came to Trinidad on an actual boat when I was a few months old.


Read more

Maracas upon Thames

My name is Ricardo Garcia and I sell handcrafted beers in Twickenham, England, near the rugby stadium.

I’ve lived in Twickenham for roughly 18 years but I was born in St Clair [now Medical Centre] and lived on Sweet Briar Road. Just down the street from the home I grew up in. Mom didn’t have to go far to carry me home.

I went to Bishops Antsey Junior School and then to Fatima for a very short time before going to England, to boarding-school, when I was 11. After university in England, I decided to stay in England a little bit longer before moving back to Trinidad. I ended up working in catering, an industry I loved. And never left.

Read more

Obeah Bassman in Heaven

Picture courtesy Mark LyndersayWinston Bailey, the Shadow

As a tribute to the late Shadow, this special Carnival Sunday version of Trini to the Bone (as told to BC Pires) takes every word (apart from a handful of conjunctions or articles) in all the personal statements, not from in-depth conversation with the subject, but from the lyrics of Shadow’s own songs. This is, then, a very special ‘Bago to the Bone, as listened to by BC Pires

My name is Winston Bailey, the Shadow and I belong to the House of Music.

I am the wizard who was born dread. Poverty dread. Misery dread. And I was born in them, so I must be dread.

In this world of confusion, I try to understand for so long what’s really right and what’s really wrong.

William Shakespeare say, “Who steals my purse, steals trash.” But the Shadow say, “That thief was looking for some cash!” If I catch you inside my pocket, looking for trash inside my wallet, run away from there, danger could be near: my name is not Shakespeare.

Somebody keeps fooling somebody.

I love my music. Instead of giving me love, give me music.


Read more

Whither for Leather

Picture courtesy Mark Lyndersay

My name is Kelvin Roberts and I am the man at the counter of a leather repair shop.

I was born in Carenage but grew up in Port of Spain. Boy days in Gonzales, Belmont, was kind of rough. It’s a “hot spot” area. But, most of the days I had there were good, because of my dad.We’re still close. He’s retired now and he comes into the shop almost every day to visit. I had about five other guys in the area used to lime. Cool guys, who never got in trouble. I left Gonzales when I started to work at age 18.

My stepdaughter’s name is Celine Singh. My big son is Josiah Roberts, 11, my other son is Joshua Roberts, seven years. And I have a next daughter, Caithlyn Roberts, six.My wife is Rajpatie Rampharay – but we call her Ria. My wife is Indian, so I never even thought we would be together.

I met Ria when I had now started working at York Garments and I was having lunch on my own, because I was new. She asked if she could have lunch with me. I said, no problem. It was a big table. We started talking over lunch. Then we started walking up to the Main Road and it was a long stretch so we talked plenty. We’re four years married now but we’ve been together for 19, 20 years.

Read more

The Salt (Nuts) of the Earth

Picture courtesy Mark Lyndersay

My name is the Honourable Prophet Andy and I am a nuts vendor on the road.

I’m from the Bobo Shanti order. Which I’m a man keep my Sabbath. Work six days, rest holy unto the Lord.

I’m from Laventille, born on top the Hill, which part I had all my boy days. But recently I’m living Maracas St Joseph.

Laventille people used to live as one. I coulda eat by you, you coulda eat by me. It was just a love. Until the Eighties, when the guns and the gangs start to come in. Before, you coulda go on the basketball court. People from Morvant, from all over, used to confederate and do things together. Laventille still nice. It’s just a certain bad seed does spoil the whole great bunch.

God is in my heart, God is in everybody heart. It’s just that some people let Satan take over.

Read more

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