Let it Rain…I always love the rain in the tropics… chippin'
down a rain soaked eastern main road on Jouvert morning in Trinidad...walking
through El Yunque rain forest.
Mariana D'Angola… when Marcel + I met, we played a lot of the music of Angola + Cape Verde, in another band. This Song combines morna, coladeira with the maracatu beat of northern Brasil. My first childhood love was a pretty Cape Verdean girl from Rhode Island.
Sacred Waters…what my mom always called Nyango… the Yoruba traditions, held us together… Humans are like so many raindrops that become rivers. the libation, a drink for the ancestors…
We Beat the Drums at Night…the runaways, maroons were the fortunate ones who escaped. When the terrain was favourable, In Jamaica, Suriname + Brasil they found their sanctuary…their Quilombo.
Taken…in some places in South America + the Caribbean, Africans Continued to arrive in the new world well into the 20th century. It is said that the last shipment of Africans arrived in Cuba in the 1890's.
