Fast Thinkers and Smooth talkers...

Makes for a lethal combination. These three young DeeJays grabbed the mic after the Big Youths, the I-Roys and the U Roys let it go. Yellowman was more popular sales wise back then but he was preaching pure slack. So I am leaving him out. These three DeeJays made the establishment nervous not embrassed.



With M-16 the lyrical Lone Ranger goes Rambo! This record just bounces off the inside of my head like a ping pong ball. Whoever mixed those sick slick riddims with the loaded high caliber mouth of The Lone Ranger must be a crazed psychiatrist turned escaped patient. Get it, spin it and shrink your brains into a quivering mass of cerebral jelly!



A three piece suit can only mean one thing...All business baby. As usual, Mr. Trinity does manage to squeeze in a few lines of pleasure in between all that power presentation. If Tubby was king and Jammy was still a prince then that would of made Trinity the top executive. The C.E.O. of reggae music.



Dillinger was dangerous. What ever happend to him? I can not picture him sitting in rocking chair all old and gray. He had some monster hits that refuse to die. More about him as soon as it all comes back to me.

Those Crazy Eighties Digital Daze

STAY TUNED ...


The original release

The preset beat that was heard around the world! Well at least where electricity was flowing. The Politicians might be barbaric but it is not a third world nation if the radio is civilized. Right?



The deluxed edition.



Mad? Absolutely warped! Roll up some Rub a Dub Stylee and smoke it till your eyes cross! This record will take the mean right off your face. MAD PROFESSOR started life in Guyana Africa as student Neil Joseph Stephen Fraser. It was in the musical laboratory of London that the underclassman eclipsed his mentors and transformed the science of DUB. His experiments in sound helped usher in a second generation DUB. He created a new monster by being faithful to the traditional studio tricks and by cheating time honored techniques with digital short-cuts. Best way to describe this hybrid is to call it a mixed up old DUB plate plugged into a Atari video arcade machine. MAD PROFESSOR is still creating ethical and experimental ear candy that tastes sweet in the cerebral hemisphere. Just do not drink what is in the test tube.

The Bonfire Still Blazin

My dad called me up about 6 months ago, and straight out asked me to move back in. It was 27 long years ago when I called that place home. After saying no way, my dad said the doctors only gave him 2 more months. I mentioned to him that he already cheated death a few cancer scares back. He said he did not want to die an old man all alone. I could tell from his voice that he believed he couldn't trick death again. So I came home. This time with my wife and a housefull of our junk and nowhere to put it. I always promised my dad I would get a big fire burning, but I never did. 5 months passed and I always assumed the doctors were wrong.



Up here in New England we were just a few days shy of 40 days and 40 nights of rain. I was cleaning out my dads important papers and decided to get a roaring blaze in that old brick fireplace. I owed it to my dad. Memories of childhood came flooding through my mind as I sorted through endless paid bills and past reciepts. I put on Capleton's Still Blazing CD. There is something primal about a fire. There is also something spirtual and cleansing in it's flames. I burn't all reminders of my dad's earthly existance. I got the fire so hot, I was tossing completely saturated wood onto the blaze and watched the water boil out.

When the last few notes of Still Blazing faded into the air I sat in silence. I said goodbye one last time.

Capleton's Still Blazing is that kind of record.