Friday, December 11, 2009

a knife; a spoon; a fork...



yer arsenal.


Allegedly the twenty year old Lester Bullocks was toasting under the none too striking name of Dennis Alcapone Jr. in D.A.'s old haunt, when Lee Perry stepped up under the mike and whispered in his ear.

"You is not Alcapone, dread. You is Dillinger."

A frequent visitor to both Perry's Black Ark and King Tubby's Home Town Hi-Fi in Waterhouse, it was Scratch who got the jump; producing Dillinger - on "Dub Organiser" - as early as 1973. The big name producers Bullocks recorded for between then and the release of "CB 200" three years later reads like a mafia hit list: Augustus Pablo; Niney Holeness; Clement Dodd.


It was "CB 200" - coined after his prized Honda - which sealed his reputation. As sweetly as nine coats of varnish over a starburst flame job.

Produced at Channel One by Jo-Jo Hookim with the Mighty Diamonds providing backing, "Cocaine In My Brain" was seized upon quicker than a Customs international powder bust; shipping worldwide and firing up Bullocks' Scratchy nom de plume in halogen lights.


Courted by every young white punk in the glare of Big Youth's triumphant 1977 Rainbow bash, amphetamine sulphate was the ubiquitous poor boy's substitute.
 

If You are still conscious, Anto, this one's for you.


Produced by Jo-Jo Hookim.
 Engineered by Ernest Hoo Kim and Ossie Hibbert.

DILLINGER: COCAINE IN MY BRAIN from "CB 200" LP (Island) 1976 (Jamaica)

8 comments:

anto said...

barely

ib said...

Good 'nough.

@eloh said...

Kitchens are always the best.

I missed most of the music from mid 70's to mid 80's...overseas..


Word verification: bathums

Jon said...

One of my most dearly missed pieces of vinyl. I had this as a one sided, unlabeled, Jamaican pressed acetate DJ Copy made for sound system play. To me it was one of the coolest and rarest discs I had ever managed to get ahold of. To dealer and other collectors it was some kind of weird shit and they refused to touch it. I also had a whole box of early rap 12 inch singles that no one would touch. As recently as the late '80's/ early '90's there was no market for rare hip hop because dealers still believed it was a flash in the pan that would soon be forgotten. I ended up putting a whole box of odd vinyl out at the curb for the garbage man.

Of course I got ahold of a digital copy of "Cocaine" long ago, but I'll never get that acetate back. Great song.

Mr. Beer N. Hockey said...

Bought my copy in Holland, a 45. The song was banned by the Dutch government and was soon #1 on the charts. I sure would like to hear Anne Murray sing this song. Right on.

ib said...

Kitchens are always where it's happening. The kitchen is the engine room in every household.

Good to hear from you, @eloh. I was beginning to wonder if my last confession might not have been one reveal to far.

Jon that is a bummer. An acetate Jamaican print ? That is almost a religious artefact.

Beer: I didn't know the Dutch banned this. Hard to reconcile, in light of their ingrained liberalism.

Yes. I would sooner hear Anne Murray cover "Cocaine" than Rolf Harris. He is crazy enough to consider it.

@eloh said...

Not at all ib, I just had to accept that I am unable to read the internet in full on a daily basis.

My stomach still gets tight when I think of what I'm missing... but slow times come and I am able to backup a little an see what I've missed.

But don't NOT post often... that would bother me too, if there wasn't enough to read.

I have issues and can not be pleased.

ib said...

The internet has a bad habit of eating up too many passing minutes.

I am fortunate not to have succumbed to Facebook or the evils of Twitter.

I am content enough to keep on ploughing the field and rotating the crop as my nature dictates.