Reggae Set
Music with a message ladies and gentlemen, the smooth sounds of reggae. I still maintain that reggae sounds best, live and not sampled as we have become accustomed to. I will buy the CD, but the concert is the real treat. Thanks to the groove squad - here’s the reggae session. These guyz are just too good, enjoy the sounds of Beres Hammond, TOK, Wayne Wonder, Anthony B,Richie Spice, Cocoa Tea among many others !
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LAX airport is a business traveler’s worst nightmare. While we jet in, we are flying alongside couples heading to Hawaii and the sunny beaches of California for vacation. How I wish. I am sitted next to a burly gentleman headed to Melbourne, Australia. It is Tuesday evening and he’ll get to Melbourne on Thursday. My plan is to get the rental, grab a bite, get to bed and get up early the next day. I have a one O’clock appointment then head back out East, with my luck I can get there early, do my thing and head back out, catch the 12:15 or 1:50 flight back.
I was once seated next to a retired 4 star army general who, upon finding out my interest in Music talked to me about starting my own recording studio the whole time we were on a flight to Ohio. He was stern in his delivery, yet soft spoken, almost whispering but very interesting. It was easy to see the charisma in this man. He scribbled outlines of a business plan as he spoke, meticulously going over point by point, even sketching a design of a recording studio. He spoke about guiding the team behind Two Fish Studios in Minnesota, in the realization of their dream - just one amongst his many business conquests. I believed him. I still have those scribbles from the plane on the cover of an American Way magazine. I’ll put them to good use sir.
This time to LA, I spent a great deal of time buried in my paperwork. A presentation, uneblievably detailed prose on proposed standards for publicly traded companies on disclosures and internal control frameworks, and a book I can’t seem to put down called The Tipping Point. Business is conducted the next day, the ride to downtown Los Angeles, is excruciating. Heading down 110 north, I’m stuck in one of those pointless backups. I could never live in LA, there is nothing glamorous about this City, I can’t wait to get out. I suggested that if you took Hollywood out of California then all you’d have is an older version of Nebraska only more spread out.
Business meeting blah blah blah, sign here, date there - we’ll be in touch, i’m headed back to LAX. I’m done early. I won’t make the 12:15 flight but i’ll catch the 1:50 one out. There is an offer to upgrade to first class at an additional $135 for the journey, I don’t think that would be approved on my expense report. American Airlines has a large operation here, there are groups headed to Tokyo, Pakistan, Miami, Santiago Chile, Hawaii and virtually every city in South America. I’m stuck in line behind a contingent of a christian ministry group based in Colorado and a group of evangelists from North Dakota trying to catch the flight to a retreat in Oahu. The amount of luggage? My goodness!
I don’t see why, in this era of modern technology, and conveyor belts, I should be asked to haul my suitcase all the way to the other side of the terminal for X-Ray, then head back the to the other side to be screened. LAX needs to style up. What about those people to Oahu? Will you have them drag their 40 odd pieces of luggage, do you see how old they are? Where is your mother? Ok ok.. no need to go there. I grab a bite at a burger King next to gate 48. The irony I could not ignore - a poster right outside it reads - Grab a value meal (chicken sandwich, fries and a soda) - $9:48, Where is the value in that or am I missing something?
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