"The poem was inspired by the town square in Alcântara, Maranhão, which I visited in 1950, back when almost no one lived there. I had the sensation that the herbage that covered the square grew there for absolutely nobody."
Ferreira Gullar, The Neoconcrete Experiment.
RIP Wayne Smith
The weekend I spent in Michigan at my friend makingmodern's cottage listening to “Under Mi Sleng Teng” and “Pumpkin Belly” over and over and over is one of my best memories, musical or otherwise. Driving to town with a Jeep Cherokee stuffed with some of my favorite people in the world with Sleng Teng on full blast was honestly a life-changing moment, so thank you Wayne Smith and King Jammy for that.
Me too buddy. <3
I remember thinking, as we were blasting Sleng Teng around the river, that we were doing the people a great favor. Bringing Sleng Teng to them, the great favor Smith and Jammy did for us.
Mike and I have loved song this since someone found the single somewhere in the 2006-ish years. When my parents were here after Teddy was born, we played it and they kept making fun of us/him, laughing and saying “Hi I’m Glen” with this kind of wide-mouthed what-a-square-! accent.
Well, the college radio station just played the Foo Fighters, and I saw an 18 year old in combat boots and a tough-guy leather jacket wearing a Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt, and I get it now. We’re doing nostalgia wrong.