Once every trip to Jamaica I conform to the social norms of the island and eat KFC. I always regret it with a certain type of indifference and FOMA, knowing there was a dish I could have eaten which better reflects their society than this soggy ass chicken.
The only people that should eat this chicken are those of a certain age with neither adult teeth and nor dietary restrictions.
For God sakes there is always The Island Grill. What I really want is everything in this cookbook.
Shout out to Jamaican Grandmas who can make all this goodness. And seeing the Colonel dressed as a Slavemaster smiling because he’s #1 here is never not jarring.
Sorry, but the whole situation is sorry. From the optics to the recommended bi-monthly intake of oil and salt in every bite.
What ever secret recipe or standard Sanders once crafted and upheld, has been lost in the expansion The Colonel pioneered on his journey, from pumping gas to selling his franchise for a cool 2 mill, which KFC generates every few hours here, in a land of much better chicken.
Sanders said himself his Chicken was trash after he sold out.
My best friend Wyatt’s father once saw the Colonel promenading at some establishment with two hookers. He uttered through a lens of liquor and cold irony,
“Your daughter?”
“F☆ck you man”, the Colonel replied.
The Colonel finally kicked the bucket in 1980.
True stories.
Ziggy’s near the Reggae Hostel is a fantastic little spot for a variety of Jamaican dishes. I first encountered the place when a friend of Chinna’s took me there during a break from recording Inna Di Yard.
At the beach in Kingston under a West Indian moon. No filter. The beginning of my final week on my 3rd adventure to Jam Rock.But their is a certain authenticity to how inauthentic this representation of Bob Marley is. I asked if this was supposed to be a picture of Dennis Brown as Bob looks up at The Crown Prince fondly, because the man on the right doesn’t look like Dennis Brown either.
But the woman behind the counter said both are Bob Marley, which would not make sense even if they were photogenically precise reproductions of Robert Nesta Marley.
In that case it would be like those beyond the pale of irony, picture in picture JC Penney “professional” photos that Will Farrell lampooned in the early days of Myspace and the Memification of Western society.
I don’t know who these men are, but I have scene that at The Knarr, being served strong liquor by Jeremy Jrd Chef, chatting passionately with our Ethiopian friends.
If I had to guess, their names are Dwayne and Eddy, and they currently preside near the Factoria Mall and co-manage a thriving kiosk selling custom smart phone covers and off brand chargers.
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I am headed to Tuff Gong Studios tomorrow at 1 PM local time. We can’t film inside because the BBC is in the house, but we’ll get some good footage to bring home for the Band in Seattle Special.
Life is a marathon, and tomorrow is the moment I get handed that Dixie cup of water. My whole mission on the first visit was to see the studio and write a story about the label pressing vinyl again.
Now I visit as an artist under some amazing new circumstances. Shoot for the moon. Hit the stars…
I may be sitting down with Moon Jamaica author Oliver Hill tomorrow to talk about his popular Jamaican guide books, and maybe get some sage advice.
I accidentally gave him a ring trying to contact the Taino Museum, which he wrote an article about that I came across online.
He let me know that the museum was likely closed because of the escalating violence in St. Catherine’s Parish, which was a reason I haven’t reached the museum yet.
I didn’t want to make it all the way there and have it bolted shut. Instead I’d calling ahead I reached a travel writer with some incredible insights and a wealth of knowledge he shares in his books.
Everything I’m trying to do with music, film, travel writing, and culture are touchstones in his biography.
When you follow me to Jamaica, and even if you’re just following this story up to the minute as I am following my own, consider one of his books.
Once every trip to Jamaica I conform to the social norms of the island and eat KFC. I always regret it with a certain type of indifference and FOMA, knowing there was a dish I could have eaten which better reflects their society than this soggy ass chicken.
Ziggy’s near the Reggae Hostel is a fantastic little spot for a variety of Jamaican dishes. I first encountered the place when a friend of Chinna’s took me there during a break from recording Inna Di Yard.
I may be sitting down with Moon Jamaica author Oliver Hill tomorrow to talk about his popular Jamaican guide books, and maybe get some sage advice.
– Musician and writer Davin Michael Stedman has many ventures, such as the AMAZING blog, 100milesofmusic.com. Davin’s new song has become a global earworm and Caribbean dancehall hit. Listen here on Reggaeville: DAVIN MICHAEL STEDMAN & ANTHONY RED ROSE – FREE YOUR MIND FEAT. SLY & ROBBIE WITH LENKY MARSDEN. The video is now available on Youtube: Tuff Gong Television. His single with British band Sherlock Soul is available here.
