About 20 years ago on Christmas day I was sitting on a balcony in downtown Havana with my friend Justo in the afternoon sun. I could see into an apartment opposite and slightly lower where a party was in full swing. Hip Hop music was playing and amongst the Cuban Spanish speaking people at the gathering was a middle aged women singing along loud and clear. It was obvious she that English was her forst language and that she was a an American. I looked at Justo and he said it’s Assata Shakur, Tupac’s aunt. A few years later this song came out…Merry Christmas Assata…
Perhaps this is something Mr.Obama could look into towards the end of his second term, Reagan gave Patti Hearst a pardon, Come on Barry, do the right thing…
My favourite from the new Burial single
It’s Christmas day and before I start work I’m listening to the church service on Radio 4, it could as well be bloody 1950 not nearly 2013 the things the sermon dealt with, blessing the Queen ‘our ruler’ etc… `I just do not need to be a citizen of this shit hole any longer, no wonder it’s going down the drain. There we go, seasonal rant over, now for the studio…
