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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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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

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