I think I was kidnapped.
I know I left home intending to go to a concert of chamber
music – a string quartet perhaps. Eine Kleine Nachtmusik would have been most
acceptable on a sunny summer evening. A little light opera perhaps.
Somehow I must have taken a wrong turning.
It started alright – like this:
But then it ended like this:
And I have no idea who this was:
I took in another date (thanks Walton) on The Skasouls riotous
summer tour, and very tolerant they all were to the ill old man in the corner
in a Jamaica T-shirt and carrying an Ian Dury walking stick. There was dancing
till well after midnight and a police car followed me a lot of the way home. I
think I lost them.
Special, special night.
Did I mention ‘The Specials’? And Desmond Dekker.
If you check out;www.skasouls.com
you can see some proper pictures, and hear some fine sounds.
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
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