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twenny revlights
Dave Stewart: "Producing Super Heavy was really crazy. So many different personalities, so many different voices. I was right in the firing line. "

Seen? that's why them called SUPERHEAVY.

and that's why i man called superrevvy.



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The twenny revlights in your mind were the last remnants of sanity departing your consciousness. In retrospect, complete immersion in fantasy seemed your inevitable path from the beginning, but you've certainly made an interesting trip of it. Thanks for the ride, Rev.

Jesus Christ.

Why doesn't Mick save songs for the Stones?

If they did that in the past, they would of had another Exile in the early 90's...

If these songs are really written by the five of them, none of this had a shot at being a Stones song anyway.

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Rocky Dijon
Thanks for the ride, revvy.

U more than welcome, Rocky Dijon. I and I still have to wrap up this
story of mine in the nex few days for all the boys and girls around the
campfire who have been such rapt and well-behaved even during the scary
parts and we will of course all miss your participations. Jahspeed, Mister
Mean Mustard!

Personal note I man been DREADing having to end this storytelling and return
to the humdrum.

*singing*

I, HAD, THE TIME OF MY LIFE

*cat in alleyway throw shoe at me*

but we all have to face reality some time. not my strong suit but a
old dog might have more lives yet. anyway, goodbyes r premature.
with more strange stuff next few days, then *poof*

off to america and the good ole red white and blue! yer fren revvy

Recently I post a killer youtube track Governmentalist by Joss Stone
featuring Nas. The one with the Mick Tayloresque shredding. i forgot
to post The lyrics. they are worth a while and drop me jaw militant,
for your perusal.

Don't you dare
Interrupt the white house ball,
Were living scared
It's in foreign fields the soldiers fall

Snatch em in the prime, go ahead that's fine, that's fine
Just go drill for grease
Like a diamond thief
There mamas will be alright
Just give em time,
Go get you money right
You wont loose no sleep tonight

Nominate your kids I think they'd prove your theory right
Would you watch them die

Like tryna get a hold of smoke and water,
Coming up with nothing every time
How come we ain't getting any closer
Tryna find the truth behind the lies

How many lives will you sacrifice,
Will you ever be satisfied
If in god you trust,
Can't you hear him still
I ain't no preacher but
Thou shalt not kill

Govermental, confusion
Govermentalist, delusion
Govermental confusion
A bunch of govermentalist, it's delusion

And all that were left with is a hand full of nothing,
Hand full of nothing
That's all that I got
Hand full of nothing

Yo, check it
I'm praisin' the states and the streets I'm raised in
Pain is the perfume scent I'm sprayed in
It clash with the federal agents fragrance
I smell a pig, that's a cop who's racist

I'm an ordinary project dude
I'm subject to genetically modified food
That's FDA approved, mass produced
So you cant tell a lie from the truth

Even though I'm fly in my tie and force suit
Le jet like a Concorde, swoop through the air
Then I land in my van, I'm cool
And I still stand with the Uganda youths

All the poor kids out in Moscow that live hostile
I ride for you when I ride with the top down
Listenin' to Joss' sounds, you see how that feel
I see these come with government seals

Open it, peek Nas getting' at his enemies
And the paragraphs are for similies
(i shouted out who killed the kennedys --mick&keith)
Governmentalists killed the Kennedy's
I heard that Joss Stone got the remedies



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also youtube posted earlier including lyrics WELCOME TO JAMROck by damian
where him eerie channel him father's voice singing "Jamaica Jamaica"
at the end of the song (we mite get more singing versus rhyming than we think from
damian on SUPERHEAVY). in this nex tune ROAD TO ZION damian uses another one of
his father's voices, i call it him sufferation voice, and yet again
militant. u play the vid i see if i can find the lyrics. even if i
cant there sure is one line i will come back to quote and meditate upon,
you can rest assured.

GREATEST LYRICS IN THE WORLD

INCLUDING

So save me your sorries, I'm raising an army
Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley

MY GOD! GENERAL MICHAEL JAGGER! GENERAL ALLAH RACKA RAHMAN! MY GOD!

"Road To Zion"
(feat. Nas)

Yeah Man...
Jah will be waiting there, We a shout!
Jah will be waiting there

[Verse 1]
In this world of calamity
Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy
And police weh abuse dem authority
Media clowns weh nuh know 'bout variety
Boom!

The youngest veteran a go murder dem slow
Ragga muffin sent to call me from the bush bungalow
Unnu watch mek I clear out my voice now Figaro!
Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow
Mi hammer dem a slam and spectator get low
Some bwoy coulda big like Bam Bam Biggalow
Bust of trigger finger, trigger hand and trigger toe
A two gun mi have mi bust dem inna stereo
Cause

[Hook]
I got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man
We gots to keeps it burning on the road to Zion, man

[Chorus 1]
Clean and pure meditation without a doubt
Don't mek dem take you like who dem took out
Jah will be waiting there we a shout
Jah will be waiting there!
In this world of calamity
Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy
And police weh abuse dem authority
Media clowns weh nuh know bout variety
Single parents weh need some charity
Youths weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan and any means and strategy

[Hook]
Say!
We got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man
(Nas: I've been waiting to do this track with you man! Yeah...ha ha)
(Yeah, yeah)
You know (They know)
We got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man
(Yeah you gotta keep walking y'all,
You gotta keep...)

[Nas]
Sometimes I can't help but feel helpless
I'm havin daymares in daytime
Wide awake try to relate
This can't be happenin like I'm in a dream while I'm walkin
Cause what I'm seein is haunting
Human beings like ghost and zombies
President Mugabe holding guns to innocent bodies
In Zimbabwe
They make John Pope seem Godly
Sacrilegious and blasphemous

In my lifetime I look back at paths i've walked
Where savages fought and pastors taught
Prostitutes stomp in high heel boots
And badges screaming,"Young black children stop or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison Trust that
So save me your sorries, I'm raising an army
Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley
We sparkin' the ions, marching to Zion
You know how Nas be NYC state of mind I'm in

[Verse 1 Repeats]

[Hook]
I got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man
We gots to keeps it burning on the road to Zion, man

Clean and pure meditation without a doubt
Don't mek dem take you like who dem took out
Jah will be waiting there we a shout
Jah will be waiting there!

[Chorus 2]
Clean and pure meditation without a doubt
Don't mek dem take you like who dem took out
Jah will be waiting there we a shout
Jah will be waiting there!
In this world of calamity
Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy
And police weh abuse dem authority
Media clowns weh nuh know bout variety
Single parents weh need some charity
Youths weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan and any means and strategy
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
Youths weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan and any means and any strategy
Ay! say,

[Hook]
I got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man
You know...
We got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man

since we talking militancy, now excerpted from Rev20's prospective book, him
1978 interview with PETER TOSH!



In a packed small club on Long Island, a single spotlight cuts
through the pitch onto a smartly dressed Jamaican raver,
who launches into a long dizzying spiel along the lines of,
"Peter Tosh is his name, and marijuana is his game, so
buckle up your seats for the real starship," which might sound
corny to you, but only because you can't hear the band, still in
total darkness, already ripping into the first song. "Extinquish
your cigarettes and light up your spliffs, because THIS is the
Peter Tosh Experience!"

Wham! The stagelights pulse into action, and you find
yourself in the middle of the storm without ever had the
chance to batten down the hatches. Front and center, from
his skin to his shades, from his dreadlocks to his tunic, the
blackest man on the planet.

"If you want to live, treat me good. I said if you want to live,
better treat me good. I'm like a stepping razor, don't you
watch my size, I'm dangerous, dangerous."

It was no surprise to me that Peter would come on strong,
but what I was not prepared for was the much harder live
sound of his band, compared to the records. Amps cranked
all the way, riff on top of riff on top of riff from the seven
players, but never muddled, everything crisp and distinct. The
graceful bass of Robbie Shakespeare, the flickering
drumsticks of Sly Dunbar, both showing off their chops rather
than just holding down a groove, pumped up further with
Touter Harvey's organ and the nearly honky-tonk stylings of
pianist Robert Lynn, anchored on one end by Mikey Chung's
snakey rhythm guitar lines, while lifted on the other by the
stinging lead of American bluesman Donald Kinsey.

At times, Peter would just leave the stage, no doubt for a
smoke, yet the intensity level would be undiminished, thanks
in part to some surprising showmanship from the others, like
when Sly and Robbie did a bass solo together, Sly using his
drumsticks on the strings while Robbie worked the fretboard
with both hands.

Then you add in Peter's own alternately chiming and chicken-
scratch guitar work, plus his voice, deep and resonant as a
cave, commanding us to either pick up on his vision or go
away, and you've got one complete beast of a band on your
hands. So by the time they charge into Peter and Bob's
climactic international anthem Get Up Stand Up, even the
most laid-back and burnt-out amongst us were shaking their
asses like school kids. As if in benediction, Peter finally
breaks loose too, highstepping it around the drumkit like
some mad Chinese hillbilly, his wide grin nothing less than
a crack in the wall of time.

Two days later is when I get my interview with Peter, meeting
him where he's staying, at a motel on the outskirts of
Westport, Connecticut. As I shake his hand, I can't help but
immediately gush about his show and how hard it rocked.

"No, man. Rock and roll must be rock and roll, and reggae
must be reggae, and so it is. Reggae can not be played in
rock, but rock can be played in reggae. Any music you can
come up with can be played in reggae. Any song you can
sing can be played in reggae. That is why it is the root of all
music."

But when your music leaves the crowd jumping and cheering
and stomping for more, isn't that sort of rock and roll?

"No, man. It is not a rocking sound. It is a militant sound.
Reggae music has the ability to hypnotize you and hold you
in suspense, so you think, I like it so much, it must be rock
and roll, because that is the way you were miseducated."

Peter then does something he rarely does, even in a dark
motel room. He removes his sunglasses, dramatically, for
emphasis. There are no whites of his eyes. Only reds.

"When I play the music, I play the music with the intention
that it can penetrate the skull of the listener and goes down
through you, through your spine, and your foot go like this",
tap tap tap, "to leave that thing inside you, that make you
say, 'Wow. That music was nice. So good.' And for once
you're not telling yourself a lie."

His sunglasses go back into place.

"See, reggae music was built up from the heartbeat. That
means if you don't feel it, you don't have a heart, man.
Congratulations, yes I, we find out you have a heart."

Peter doesn't laugh much, but he laughs hard now, which
I'm grateful for, as it eases the slight tension in the room.
Only slowly will it dawn on me, as the minutes turn to hours,
just how extraordinarily gracious and generous Peter is being
towards me, given that he has a show that evening in
Westport and then he has to drive all night to open for the
Rolling Stones tomorrow afternoon at some stadium
somewhere.

Peter is newly signed to Rolling Stones Records, the only
other act to ever appear on the label, and his tour of America
will intersect with theirs more than a dozen times over the
summer months. I'm guessing that Peter's association with
the Stones, and the persistent rumors that one or more of
them might drop by, have not hurt Peter's attendance figures
any.

"The Stones have given me the opportunity of meeting many
new people, for which I am grateful."

But touring with them, playing to their audiences, can't be
easy.

"It is a great experience. First thing, it gives you courage. It
strengthens your knees. Because you have to play before
thousands of people. Ninety thousand people. You have to
have strong knees to stand up there."

Especially when you consider some of the reactions Peter
has gotten from Stones fans who just didn't want to know.
There was some impatient booing at the Palladium, while at
Philly's JFK Stadium, some cans and other trash had been
thrown on stage. But mostly the kids just ignored Peter. What
good is it to play to a crowd like that?

"You have many kids, approximately seventy percent of them
didn't even hear reggae one time yet. But they heard it now."

Of course. The same unbounded faith in the subliminal
power of his music. And to be fair to the Stones fans, the
sound at JFK was horrendous, Peter's voice and Kinsey's
guitar way up, with everything else mushed together into the
background.

"Yes, because having a guy there who all his experience in
mixing music is mixing rock and roll. And the first time he
hears reggae is onstage, when I'm performing, at the
moment. And he's a guy who won't take orders from no one,
no one can tell him nothing, because he's just a guy who's
sick with ego."

Well, that must be a common malady these days, because at
the half-dozen shows they had opened for the Stones thus
far, the Peter Tosh band had yet to be allowed a sound
check by any of the local promoters. This info is given me by
Keech, a young dreadlocked Caucasian from Berkeley who,
after witnessing Peter's band cast its spell one night about
three years ago, dropped everything to sign on as a crew
member for the duration. He is essentially a very low-rent
version of a personal assistant, but nevermind the poverty,
says Keech, Peter's music makes every little thing Irie.

Keech tells me about one of the highpoints of their tour. "In
Virginia, we managed to get a good sound. And in the end
the people booed me when I turned off the amps. They
booed me. Do you think these people in Virginia had ever...
I mean, these people had never seen reggae before."

Peter smiles at the memory, then adds, "When I left South
Carolina, a white youth said to me, who came to see the
Stones, said to me, 'Man, your music is heavy.' I say, 'You
love it?' Him say, 'If the Stones didn't come out, I would
think you was the Stones, man.'"

Keech: "You should hear Mick Jagger sing with our band.
I heard them do a version of Miss You that they had to break
my hands to get the tape out of my hands, seriously. I mean it
would crush anything the Stones have ever done and it was
the first time our band tried to do it."

Knowing the Stones penchant for learning, some would say
stealing, from great musicians, I remark, "The Stones must
be happy playing with you guys."

Peter: "Yes, man. Mick tell me that personally."

Me: "It's just an amazing band, an all-star band."

Peter: "Yes, man."

Keech: "When Peter's band leaves Jamaica, a lot of
recording stops. Seriously, there are a lot of businessmen
down there that are going, 'Peter Tosh better not come back,
we're gonna get him.'"

Peter Tosh has been making records since 1964, just about
as long as Mick and Keith, but neither as a member of the
original Wailers nor a two-shot solo artist for Columbia has he
ever risen above subsistence living. In the former case,
thieving producers and the limits of a strictly Jamaican market
clearly share the blame, but with his solo outings, the reasons
for the lack of commercial success are a bit more tangled,
especially considering that both Legalize It and Equal Rights
received very good reviews and that Bob Marley had already
blazed the trail.

Let's just say that Peter and the big American corporation
never did agree on ANYTHING. Not promotion, not cover art,
not release dates, not even song titles or running order.
Columbia even tried to get Peter to tour during the North
American winter!

So when the contract expired, there were definitely no tears
shed on either side. In the almost non-existent bidding that
followed, the word "uncooperative" travels fast in corporate
circles, Rolling Stones Records emerged the winner, and judging
by the piss-poor road conditions Peter and his band are enduring,
I'd have to say Mick Jagger stayed true to his parsimonious reputation.

I should note here that the only ground rule I was given prior
to this interview was, no questions about Bob Marley. But
I think that it is a reasonable guess that Bob may have been
the reason why Peter had not wound up on Island Records
or one of its affiliates.

I should also note that my expectation was for a maximum of
one hour of Peter's time, so all I had on me was one
60-minute cassette, which means that all afternoon I was
quite comically and unprofessionally turning my recorder on
and off, occasionally forcing Peter to hold that thought. In
other words, there was no denying that part of Peter's piss-
poor road conditions was yours truly!

Peter bummed a ride from me to the local health food store,
where I happily picked up the bill. I mean, you'd be happy
too if you got to drive around smoking ganja with Peter Tosh,
feeling utterly immune to the forces of Babylon.

Now back in his room, which was exactly twice the size of the
bed, with no TV or air conditioning, Peter chopped intently at
a head of red cabbage. The chunks fall into a pot already
simmering with fresh greens, the umpteenth straight night of
hot-plate cuisine. Does he ever eat meat?

"No, man."

Don't some Rastas eat stuff like spiced goat patties?

"Because a man has on dreadlocks, don't call him a
Rastaman. You have dreadlocks and you have Rastas, see,
and there are ways of differentiating them, by the things they
do. It's the way he lives. His life must be an example to the
heathens."

So if somebody calls themself Rasta, that is not enough?

"Not enough nearly. You have many who call themselves
Rastamen and make you believe because they will come to
you with collective words, biblical words, to convince you,
see, and stare you straight in the eye and tell you all kind of
bullshit, but when you check it out, then just don't check the
words, check the works."

And diet is one of the essential things?

"Yes I. To stimulate the system, to keep the mind
communicating with inspiration, see, because the food you
eat makes you what you are."

What about a kid that eats nothing but junk and is healthy
as a horse?

"He only appears to be healthy. But when you break down, it
is a permanent breakdown. Let me tell you, even what I'm
doing here is not good enough. It should be that I pick the
vegetable and run to put it in the pot, to keep the goodness."

How did you learn all these things about food?

"Everything I learn is from the lines of inspiration. You have
education and you have inspiration. Education is a substitute.
Inspiration, that's where creation comes from. You learn
everything between the lines."

And what about feminism?

"Women run every thing in every way, har har har. See,
interviews are the hardest things to take, because even when
I go to the lowest point, it is still misunderstood. I can't
explain. I don't know how to explain. Listen to the music, you
will know what I am trying to say. Because there are more
things said in the music than what I can say from my lips."

This past April there was a huge outdoor festival in Kingston,
featuring a couple dozen of reggae's finest bands. Billed as
The Peace Concert, it was to be a day-long armistice in the
tribal war that had bloodied Jamaica over the last three years.
Under a ganja cloud, the nation's top two politicians, Michael
Manley and Edward Seaga, were scheduled as the climactic
act. They would grasp hands with festival closer Bob Marley
and publically call off their goon squads, promising the pop
musician that it would not happen again.

For almost everybody at The Peace Concert, that would be
victory enough for one day, but not for Peter Tosh. When
his band took the stage before Bob, Peter perceived a Jah-
given opportunity that he simply could not refuse. Face to
face with all those bigshots, he let it rip.

The newspaper descriptions say it was a long bitter attack on
the "blood clot" system that was strangling Jamaica with
poverty and corruption. They said Peter lit up a big spliff,
waved it at the politicians and demanded that they "Legalize
It!" Whatever the details of what Peter preached, it must have
been good, because the next day the Kingston police busted
him for disorderly conduct, obscenity, and possession of the
sacred herb.

The trial date has yet to be set, but the punishment is already
being meted out. Like Keith Richards, but without a battery
of high-priced legal talent, Peter has apparently earned
himself a place on the Interpol blacklist. Last month, he was
again arrested for marijuana, this time by the New York City
cops. While in their custody, during the course of one night,
he was moved to seven different jails.

Obviously I'm glad I didn't know all this before my carefree
ganja-powered joyride with Peter. I'm sure I would have
freaked.

As of today, the Jamaican people are still being kept in the
dark about Peter's plight. Although his arrest "on a bench
warrant" was reported in the Kingston papers, the stories
make no reference at all to either the concert or the charges.
It's a naked attempt to isolate Peter and make him give up
the struggle.

"I'm not giving up. Can't make me give up. You see, what is
going on must go on, to prove that they are still opposing the
truth. But I know that it must go on so it don't scare me,
because they can't do more than what they are doing,
because they cannot hurt a single string of hair on my head.
The only thing they can do is try to accuse me, and laugh at
me, and put down illegal charges and all kinds of bullshit."

"It's the same thing Paul Bogle went to prison for, and was
hung. The same thing Marcus Garvey went to prison for. But
they ain't sending me to prison. People are too wise in this
time."

"Anyone who speak the truth offend the world. Because this
is a world of abomination and sin and lies and hypocrisy and
everything that is illegal is turned to legal. But the man who
created the world and the inhabitants of the world is returning
in like manner. And he won't return as no lamb to the
slaughter."

"Ever see a movie called Earthquake? I didn't see it but I got
a hint of it. I see about five minutes of it and that five minutes
of it is so dangerous that I don't want to see the rest.
Because those guys make those movies to entertain, not
knowing that it is their destruction that they are being
entertained of. All worlds of corruption must go down by
earthquake."

"If it was ordinary man coming to make earthquake, guys
would plan to kill him. They can't kill earthquake. They can't
shoot lightning. That's how it is. All those forces are controlled
by one man, and it is to Him who I give praise to. It is Him
who gives me the inspiration to sing the songs that I sing. So
when I sing and people get fearful, and start to think if I'm not
scared. Scared of what? The sun shall not smite I by day nor
the moon by night, nor the pestilence that lurks in the
darkness, nor the destruction that walketh at noonday, nor
the foulness by night. No destruction can do I no harm. So
I sing. If you want to be offended, be offended. But don't try
nothing."

"The other day, the place where they store this atomic
business, in Texas there, well, an earthquake came THIS
close to it. I saw it on television. And earthquake came THIS
close to it, where all those atomic weapons, atomic bomb
neutron @#$%& crap, is kept and is supposed to be earthquake-
proof, according to them. They tell you that to gain your
confidence, and believe even if earthquake shake, nothing
can go wrong."

"Society is set up to brainwash people. The people who
come to brainwash you are people who are looked upon in
the society to be dignified people. So who am I to under-
estimate the ability of all those difnified people, within the
society, until the dignified people show themselves to be
corruption. That's what's going to take place all over the
world. All dignified liars and traitors and crooks and robbers
and pirates will be exposed."

"The trick-nology system brainwash and deceive and tell lies
to keep functioning. Well the lies and the cats in bags is
suffocating, and where there is corruption, there will always
be an eruption."

"When my LP comes out, you listen to the song Creation,
and you will have an idea of what the eruption will be, and
when the last cock crow. And then you will know it is the new
day. There will be no more corruption. No one will be thinking
of yesterday, because there will be no more yesterday. No
one will remember the past, or even try to remember."

Exactly here, my cassette runs out.

(And the article by the youthful Rev20 ends.)

one thing everybody seem to like over at shidoobee,
even everybody who like to throw beer on Rev20 head,
and fart on him for laffs, is him Tongue of Rev-Elation.

How you do that? them say to him.

Him say, him have some imagist software that come with
almos ten-year-old camera, so him get crazy idea, to run
stones classic tongue thru software and pile one FX on
top of two FX on top of three FX etc etc etc and then see
what happen to the tongue and see if anything worth his
while come out the other end. Like a lil child with finger
paints, u know REv20 like a lil child with finger paints.

Much to Rev20 surprise and shock and awe, within one
hour maybe two, him get 3 beutiful images, but not just
any 3 beutiful images, but 3 beautiful images by him
3 ffavorite artists in the hole wide world. here the other
two for anybody not see them yet.

(sorry for all the words. believe it or not me not really
a words man. me more a music and pretty picture man.
but I and I have marchin orders now to finish up so sorry
for all the words. I usually not want to rush words. I like to
sit on them for a while. so sorry sorry sorry.)

And so when rev20 get his own personal tongue plus
personal tongue for andy and l'wren, him wig out
and start thinking him not only touched but touched
by Jah. so Rev20 run to the top of Mt Zion to make
a proclamation (but of course it not really mt zion.
him only think it is. it actual only grass-covered
sheep-covered sometimes emu hill outside Bendigo
that used to be a lil volcano sleepin for a long time now)

here Rev20 proclamation: "Andy Warhol said
that in the future everybody will be famous for
fifteen minutes. Rev20 says that in the future
everybody will have their own personal Stones
tongue."

then him run right down again and run to him
computer to prove himself right yet again! but
then u know what happens? Nothin. Hour after
hour day after day him play with that software
looking for paris hilton tongue or chuck norris
tongue or stonesdoug tongue or SOMEBODY please
anybody please just to prove him proclamation
please SOMEBODY please SOMEBODY until
three days later him collapse from exhaustion and
sleep like a baby.

You got to hand it to Rev20 tho. When him wake up
after many hours him go "Hmmmm?" and then get
to work on somethin else.

p.s.1 shhhhhh, this is secret. Rocky Dijon SUPERHEAVY
name is MeeMistaMusta and him not even know it yet har har har.

p.s.2 i swear this is true not make-blieve. right this
minute on my internet radio come a version of
basin street blues played by the horns of jericho.

p.s.3 peter tosh rev20 interview never publish
because punk rock magazine owner proclaim it shit.
and while most talentd newcomers shrug off rejection but not
rev20. him take it personal and go do somethin
else. too bad bcause him had great plan to use
tosh innerview to hustle keith interview with help
from keith psychiatrist. plan detailed in book Impersonation of Jagger.



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So remember somebody send I a leaked version
of SUPERHEAVY artwork. So it seem a natural
thing to I revvy to run it against the same software
Rev20 use for him's, Andy's, and l'wren's personal
tongues to come up with a personal whatever-the-
fcuk-that-thing-is for revvy based on it so here it
is to refresh your memory while i put the finsihing
touch on my first masterpiece of my own.

So lady and gentleman here please be kind.
My first attempt to make a pretty picture all
on my own. here it is revvy own personal
SUPERHEAVY logo !















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NOW IMAGINE 4 A MOMENT THAT U R DAMIAN
& THESE 2 MOTHERFCKERS , bob fckin marley and
mick fckin jagger ARE YER DADS !

two more personalities now will make their meditations on this situation.

first. I man twenny revlights. i man have only had two earthly kings in the last
almos fifty years. ruffly 48 year my king go by the name of mick jagger. but
for about two year late seventies somewhere i rebel against jagger and join
the rebellion under the banner of bob marley. but when we no win, at least
in america, i slink back across the border and rejoin the forces of jagger
until now just a few weeks ago when i enlist under damian marley. but this
time there is no rebellion needed because mcik jagger himself is abdicating
in favor of damian marley. so as you can imagine i am sure my joy is
unbounded.

second. I man much-a-rest-of-da-world. And I have recognized no earthly king since
the leaving of this realm by Robert Nesta Marley. But more and more I see
this man Damian and I see more and more of him father in him. and hear
more and more of him father in him. and maybe even more than that! if i am
seeing beyond only my wishes so of course i am taking a chance and pledging
to Damian. so we shall see what we shall see but hope always spring anew
even right after hope has been intentionally dashed.

thank u for yer testimony twenny revlights and much-a-rest-of-da-world.

now for your visual sense, a photograph that is already very famos amongst
many neighborhoods in this world, but we think it about to get a whole hell
of a lot more famos right away.



Can you say "Lion King"? Lion King. Lion King! Very good, children.
I told you you could say "Lion King". Once more now. Lion King!

p.s. I went to my dentist yesterday a man from india so naturally i ask
him about A.R.Rahman and he only know a little but he wonder why i am
interested so i tell about this new band that will have A.R. and Mick
Jagger and Damian Marley. And my dentist say right away what I do not
understand why more people around here do not say. My dentist say,
"The Rolling Stones and Bollywood and Bob Marley? Oooooooooh, they
going after the planet."



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This is both fun and important assignment if you want
to even a little overstand the world as it is and not as
you want it to be. This next vid music has no SUPERHEAVY
membership but it show what the planet think is maybe
the biggest song in music history by some measure.
bigger than houndog or satisfaction or hey jude and it is
not crap but great and only few months old and my guess
for most of you it slipped by even though it take up entire
radar screen with one gigantic bleep. three hundred forty
three million youtube visitations. 343 MILLION seen? you
are dealing with substantive fraction of earth population.

all revvy's past and current personalities LOVE it, save for
one of course, good old stick in the mud wet blanket Rev-I.
Him do not approve one iota the message. Him scowl from
the corner when the rest of us rev-revvies shaking our ass
all over from it.

But you want to know something funny? One time when we
were partying hardying to it, me quick spin around and catch
Rev-I tapping him feet. Har har har har Busted! Rev-I busted!

Here it is then, the biggest song in music history (and you must see
in your head Damian and Joss in these roles) a temp supergroup
of two, the fiercest piercest man Eminem coupling with the
oh-my-god-get-me-the-fire-extinquisher exquisiteness of Rihanna.
LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE.

twenny revlights, aren't you getting tired yet?

well, i sure am of all his posts.
please stop Twenny
byee
jeroen

........... yap yap



ROCKMAN

So that then is one place my hero Peter Tosh and I
part company. Him say that reggae music itself
powerful enuff to bring about righteousness and I
say no. I say music move people but message tell them
which way.

But who really give two fukcraps what I say say?

I want to know some things Damian say, about all kinda
different considerations.

He describes what may seem to many as his sudden conversion from former
student of the elite Hillel Academy, a private school located in upper St.
Andrew to the Rastafarian faith as destined, "Is not like I became a
Rasta… Rastafari was always a part of my life.. [My understanding came] more
[with] maturing…it's not like it wasn't expected...it [being a Rastafarian]
isn't difficult for me… it can never be difficult for you to be yourself…"
And how did his colleagues react? "Nobody opposed to my face…maybe behind my
back…but never to my face".

Recently his collaboration with Ireland pop sweetheart Samantha Mumba on
I'm Right Here (currently #5 on the U.K. charts) has gotten some heat from
onlookers who claim that the track is very commercially driven- a reality
that Junior Gong doesn't even try to deny, however, he explains and quite
rightly "As far as people thinking that I've gone commercial…we are far from
commercial…as a matter of fact we are anti-commercial…If you listen to any of
our music you'd hear that. I believed that this track would give me exposure
to another market…it was a good move for my career and that's why I did it."

While on the subject of female collaborations, the 24-year old deejay says
he is single. And despite the fact that he is aware that girls may buy his
album because they think he's hot, he laughingly rejects the notion that he
may be considered a sex symbol-"I'd never use that word to describe myself."
Interestingly he reveals that he has no aversion for being with someone who
does not share his religious beliefs and states quite matter-of-factly that
he's never dated a Rastafarian woman. "There is one Creator" he explains "and
we as humans have our own [different] ways of praising the Most High…maybe
you'll come to see my way…but I not in a position to judge somebody because of
their [religious] beliefs."

He has an eclectic mix of influences such as his family, Shabba Ranks,
Supercat, Tiger, Ninja Man, Third World, Snoop Dogg, Nat King Cole and more,
so Junior Gong produces music that has long been hard to classify. "It's
dancehall and reggae. I've noticed over the past couple years people trying to
separate the two of them. Originally dancehall was a place. Is the same
culture. You hardly have any artiste that stay on one riddim . In terms of
even that artiste yuh more know for dancehall in general them still have songs
on one drop riddims. It's Jamaican culture in general. I don't try to classify
or separate," he said.

While he hasn't performed in a zinc fence downtown dancehall setting in a
while, Damian maintains that he is a fan of the music. "It's always great to
know that yuh have yutes that are doing sumting constructive in terms of
music, whether or not yuh agree wid the lyrics or the point of what they're
saying. At the same time it's a honest living and it's still one of the only
outlets Jamaica really has that is open to anybody, in the sense of no matter
where you come from or who you be, if yuh talented you can get a break. In
that sense we love to see that door dere," he said.

For him music is a means of social commentary, as seen in haunting lyrics of
For the Babies, among other songs. "We have a message in the music and we hope
that people listen, not just to dance but also to think, some kind of
improvement can come from dat. Dat would be good." he said.

Naysayers claim that Damian has reached so far because of his name, but he
says "at the end of the day you not going to listen to rubbish and people buy
the album and love it. I don't think Marley is gonna win yuh over in people's
CD decks. It might win yuh an interview and a picture here or there, but the
response that yuh get when yuh go on-stage and hear cars passing and playing
that, Marley doesn't win yuh dat, music wins yuh dat."

Look at it this way, he's a self-contained bomb. If he was exploding on more than one thread, it would be impossible to take, but this is his only detonation site. Yap-Yap? More like Let It Bleed.

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corriecas
well, i sure am of all his posts.
please stop Twenny
byee
jeroen

i have promised, my frens, or rather my hoped-for frens, jeroen and
ineedadrink and rockman, that i am in the home-stretch and shall
disappear for a long time in just a day or two. what i do now is
just to complete the story i am telling to the children. there is
an ending to this story coming soon, and then it will be a long
long while before you are ever bothered by I and I again.

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twenny revlights
i have promised, my frens, or rather my hoped-for frens, jeroen and
ineedadrink and rockman, that i am in the home-stretch and shall
disappear for a long time in just a day or two. what i do now is
just to complete the story i am telling to the children. there is
an ending to this story coming soon, and then it will be a long
long while before you are ever bothered by I and I again.

you sound like Jim Jones. except you don't have 900 people about to take that plunge with you. not even 9 people.

I'm starting to get confused...

Rev's promised disappearance is because he's secretly accepted an offer from Damian to join SUPERHEAVY. They realized they can't go on without him and will be re-recording the album to incorporate Rev in the line-up.

To paraphrase Rev's dentist, "The Rolling Stones and Bollywood and Bob Marley and Jar-Jar Binks? Oooooooooh, they going after the galaxy."

earlier time in this thread, i report stumbling upon an A.R. page
with just sweetest devotest fans praising and thanking him for
his music and hard work and whatnot but more so regards to him
for spiritual lighting of the path of life.

but when i look just now, all i find is pages filled with division
and derision more like here.

as i and i have stressed i have not the time or energy to search
additionally, as i must take my leave in short order, not to jim
jones jamboree, but rather to the guido beaches of jersey shore.

so in the interests of time saving i will picture in my head the
love page i found earlier and pretend i am showing it to you,
and me saying, "seen? love for an artist! based on Let's Work Hard!"

which would serve as segg-way (don't know how to spell) into final
free sample from rockm sockm forthcoming book Impersonation of Jagger.

WARNING: do not be misled or tricked or propogandized or manipultated
or played or flumoxxed or misdirected or chagrinned or cheated or
influenced in any way by this free sample of chapter one. chapter
one have one personality and others have others. beware bait and switch!

here it comes in mere minutes, chapter one.

THE IMPERSONATION OF MICK JAGGER

"Yes, it's all a goof, but a glorious one. Highly recommended
for any Stones fan who still knows how to smile and scratch
their head at the same time."

- Cirkus Reviews, November 2011

THE IMPERSONATION OF MICK JAGGER

"My year-long vow of silence was almost over when, as Keith
Richards would say, 'Incoming!'. The shortwave radio in my
head started going nuts, and it was all I could do to copy
down everything I heard, or at least thought I heard, amidst all
the static. You don't believe me? Well, the truth is stranger
than fiction and drug therapy both."

- Rev Twenty Redlights, August 2011

THE IMPERSONATION OF MICK JAGGER

"Frankly, these rock and roll autobiographies are slightly...
I don't know, but there has to be a better way."

- Mick Jagger, August 2009

"There is a better way, Mick. Let somebody else do the dirty
work. Find some loser, find some jerk, to do it all for free."

- Rev Twenty Redlights, September 2011

THE IMPERSONATION OF MICK JAGGER

"Another way of looking at this slightly insane project of
mine is, since we all know Mick Jagger will never sit still long
enough to scribble down his side of the story, that job will
necessarily fall to others. So all I'm really saying is, please
allow me to be the first of many to at least give it a shot, to try
and stick a pen in his heart and spill his blood on the page.
Not by means of a biography, or a psuedo-autobiography,
but rather through my own flawed failed ridiculous life-long
impersonation of the man."

- Rev Twenty Redlights, October 2011

THE IMPERSONATION OF MICK JAGGER

www.webpublished.com/2478456

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The First Chapter

YOU NEED TEACHING, YOU'RE A GIRL. THERE ARE
THINGS IN THIS WORLD THAT NEED TEACHING WITH
DISCRETION. MY PROFESSION. MY OBSESSION.

"You need some guiding, baby. I can provide it, baby. Let's
spend some time together now", sings Mick Jagger. By these
words we are advised to imitate his life and habits, if we wish
to be truly enlightened and free from all blindness of the
heart. Let our chief effort, therefore, be to study the life of
Mick Jagger.

The teachings of Mick Jagger are more excellent than all the
advice of all the other saints, and he or she who has the
necessary spirit will find in them a hidden manna. Now, there
are many who love the songs of The Rolling Stones, but still
care little about Mick's lyrics, no doubt because it is difficult to
understand why such an experienced and erudite man would
sometimes write words like "The moon is yellow, and I'm like
jell-o, staring down your tits".

And why is this so difficult to understand? Because whoever
wishes to understand fully the words of Mick Jagger must try
to pattern his or her whole life on that of Mick Jagger, as
impossible as this might sound.

You must remember, the operative word in the preceding
sentence is not "impossible". The operative word is, of
course, "try". As in "I can't get no satisfaction, but I try try try."
As in "Don't you worry, try a little harder". As in "You can
make it if you try."

Here's another way to think about it: What good does it
do to speak learnedly about the Rolling Stones if, lacking
humility, you place yourself equal to them? Or, even more
laughably, above them? It is not learning that makes you
wise, but rather only a well-spent life. And if your life was even
relatively well-spent, you would instinctively be filled with
near boundless admiration for how incredibly well-spent has
been Mick Jagger's. You would instinctively know not to
embarass yourself by nitpicking this or that supposed flaw in
Mick's massive body of work.

We are talking here about something akin to the difference
between defining love and feeling love. Nobody worries if
they can't come up with a very good definition of love, as long
as they feel it. So neither should you worry about any of Mick
Jagger's alleged mistakes. As I will show you, almost all of
them have been on purpose, as a means of instructing you.

Let me ask you something: What would it profit you to know
the whole catalog and history of The Rolling Stones by heart,
and all their chords and guitars and tunings and lyrics, if you
live day-to-day without grace and purpose, the way Mick
lives?

Vanity of vanities, I say.

This then is the greatest wisdom: To seek the state of grace
that accompanies a well-spent life.

But you should know that a well-spent life can often lead to
an early death, like that suffered by Jesus Christ. Because,
with one false move, the state of grace accompanying a well-
spent life can vanish. In an instant. Yeah, it won't take long.
That graceful flying feeling is very real, but so is the plummet
back to earth.

The trick we will try to learn here, from Mick Jagger, is how to
have the maximum possible well-spent life, that is, how to
truly make the most of our precious time on earth.

Any two humans have areas of disagreement. You and I
certainly, as is probably already evident. And the me of today
with the me of tomorrow, and hopefully the you of today with
the you of tomorrow.

But luckily at this moment we have a mutual interest in having
well-spent lives, so we won't worry too much about where you and I disagree
with each other. Rather, we will concentrate on the areas of disagreement
between two of our betters, Jesus Christ and Mick Jagger, if for no other
reason that Mick has written extensively on this subject in his
lyrics, as I will demonstrate to you beyond the shadow of a
doubt.

But let us start where Christ and Jagger are in perfect
harmony (and, yes, why don't we sing this all together, and
see what happens?): It is vanity to seek material riches above
all else. It is vanity to court honors and be puffed up with
pride. It is vanity to slavishly follow the lusts of the body. And
it is vanity to wish for a long life and to care little about a well-
spent life.

"Men, they build towers to their passing. To their fame
everlasting. Here He comes chopping and reaping. Hear Him
laugh at their cheating."

"supergroup with Eurythmics star Dave Stewart, Damian Marley, Joss Stone and Indian musician and producer A.R. Rahman."

erm, what is so "super" about these virtual unknowns??

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Rockman
........... yap yap

Like an annoying little dog.

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dewlover
"supergroup with Eurythmics star Dave Stewart, Damian Marley, Joss Stone and Indian musician and producer A.R. Rahman."

erm, what is so "super" about these virtual unknowns??

unknown to you maybe...

[thepowergoats.com]

Rahman does soundtracks or something like that, Marley is the reggae guy, and Joss Stones is the chick singer.
Looks to me like Jagger and Stewart are trying to incorporate their own stylings with something exotic, ala "Continental Drift" and some of Goddess/
And we know what happens when Mick tries to be fancy.
Sue me for being a little 'ehh'.
Sounds pretentious to me based on track record.
I'd much rather see Mick go retro, work with ..say, that guy from the Grammys..
younger artists cut from a bluesy or funky cloth. We know he's not going to go with a Jack White. Mick likes popular, mainstream.
Why not John Mayer, maybe Derek Trucks (great players with a Taylor-esqe flair for melody and the blues...those guys could add some funk to Jagger's songs and a more organic sound while giving him a contemporary edge.
Stone, Rahman and Marley will just be the not-too-invasive, polite and exotic bling on another Stewart/Jagger production of overproduced pseudo contemporary rock.



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