Bass player and songwriter for Giant Panda Guerilla Dub Squad, James feels, plays and lives the music. Lucky for us he also has the knack for remembering what happened and writing it down in his own voice.
I took a step on the rebel ship. Danced like I knew how. I saw bonfires and stars and friends whose names I never knew. I love traveling without moving. Big thanks to the UK for bringing us to the dance for decades now.… Read More
Mantra Sessions: A Fractalization
Recorded sound is the first step to time travel. Recording technology is the time machine. Modern magic. We have a new opportunity as humans to experience this busy time in history as a sonic reflection. Recording artists have a new niche: the sonic curation of international… Read More
Red, Gold, and Green has become color code for cool. We all know that Bob Marley was a Rasta. Images of Haile Selassie splashed across the backs of hoodies fill festival crowds throughout the world. Reggae symbols have become mainstream pop culture.… Read More
We are experiencing an artisan takeover. Whether it’s coffee, beer, weed, or reggae, more and more people are ditching the corporate goods of mass production and searching for authentic homegrown tastes. A hint of classic with a splash of real personality.… Read More
These three songs that have been in our repertoire for years, provide grounds for healthy experimentation and movement, guided by mixture of James Brown and Grateful Dead pedagogy. The ability to provide a show to the audience, but also to ourselves.
I was raised anxious about the end of days. The fear was never instilled by my parents, or any religion. I was never formally warned of the Four Horseman or anything. Instead, it seeped surreptitiously into my awareness, drawing from a peripheral swirl of stories, songs, and an imaginative media, whose… Read More
Staring into the break of the wave, I mentally prepare myself to maintain stable while in motion. Clean start, clean finish. You have to naturally feel the space and attack the note as if it was always there. Like a painting, you are simply tracing the shapes of your ultimate… Read More
My parents led me into the Rochester War Memorial. I followed blindly into what was the first sea of people I had ever been among. The lights dimmed as I followed my father, in his suit and sport-coat, up an endless amount of steep stairs, to our seats in… Read More
