After a long day of swimming and biking in the sun, I sat last night, listening to reggae station 91.7, take an hour or so out to play classic 1970's & 80's hits. I mentally memorialized a person who recently passed and whom, from childhood, loved reggae as much as I've always loved salsa. I was outside of the North Beach band shell where the Heineken Transatlantic Music Festival was in full swing.
I turned the car radio off because I heard a saxophonist 'go ballistic viking', and pillage, plunder and completely burn down the world music village. I thought "Somebody must've really pissed homie off." because the saxist (or two) was unrelentingly confrontational, and explosive. The band counter-grooved forever, to help that sax satisfy his vendetta! I jumped to attention, as his siren commandeered.
It has been a very long time since music kicked down the dead-bolted door of our quasi-libotomous existence and moved me like this. It was a definate call to action for all within listening distance to ignite your own individual 'revolution', or share one with a friend, like fine pastry and an espresso:)
This is not a band, this is the incendiary catalyst to a long overdue uprising; and the music nothing short of a spiritual awakening.