Summary
The end of summer Carnival has all the elements of a nightmare - the crowds, the incessant racket, white people who can't dance, queues for the bog that don't move, the endless tramp to a sound system that the cops have sealed off- but when it's good the euphoria is like nothing else. To counter today's downs of not getting anywhere near Good Times or Aba Shanti or Sancho Panza, there have been the joys of the swishingly elegant dancing at the Latin sound in Portobello; grooving to the Gladdy Wax ska selection; rediscovering classic hip-hop care of the Fun Bunch; and at the day's climax listening to the dubplates at Channel One, dropped with dread panache and a million kilowatts of bass.
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Carnival, the Best Time of the Year
Back in the 1980s when I started working at Honest Jon's record shop in Ladbroke Grove, we'd have the same discussion every time Carnival came around: "Shall we open this year?" These were the days ...
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