In the beginning, a rock appeared in the firmament, and on that rock a fissure did form. An old man with youthful eyes looked upon this rock and said, “I shall call you ‘Shredrock.'” And upon receiving the reverberations of his utterance, the rock burst forth a great explosion, showering the old man with mystical properties, endowing him with the wisdom of old age and the vigor of youth. And when the phenomenon did cease, the rock told the man, “I shall call you ‘Grampfather.'”
A few years ago I was traveling from St. Ann to Kingston, Jamaica. While on the highway I noticed a police jeep signaling me to stop. I wasn’t speeding nor was I doing anything out of order. So I hesitated a bit to make a halt. But the cops insisted. Therefore I finally pulled over.
by Prince Levy
It all began in Westmoreland Jamaica for me: A young Reggae artist, who grew up in the same local community where the iconic Peter Tosh was born, set out at a very early age to make his mark in music. Surrounded by luscious canefields and a landscape that produce some of Jamaica’s best cannabis, I had all the motivation I needed to fully pursue my musical journey. Continue reading