Diesel’s Diaries: Groundation in NYC

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Groundation in NYC

“Take FDR Drive.”

“I don’t think we’re supposed to go that way.”

“We’re taking the FDR.”

That was the conversation that occurred just minutes before our RV was surrounded by the police seven hundred meters from where the president of the United States was meeting with Middle East leaders at the the United Nations General Assembly. We sat on the curb of the expressway under guard and watched diplomats fly past in bullet proof limousines, while gunboats patrolled the East River. We watched our driver get arrested, handcuffed and put in the back of a police cruiser.

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The United Nations is on the left. Photo by Iron Ryan.

“Merry Christmas. You can be on your way,” said the officer after forty-five minutes or so. “By the way, what kind of music do you guys play?”

“It’s a fusion of reggae and jazz and funk,” said Mingo.

“Oh yeah? You guys like the Black Eyed Peas?”

Our show in New Haven Connecticut, was a little sad because our friend and roadie was in a New York City jail, and the show was lightly attended, which was too bad, because we played a passionate set, and the opening band was top-notch. The Big Takeover has a powerful sound grounded in a core of of reggae classics. Toad’s Place treated us with respect, which just goes to show that you don’t need a big crowd to have a good show.

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Dead Trumpets at the Brass Lab, NYC

Later that night, as the RV wound its way back down through the northern suburbs of New York, the conversation went something like this:

“What’s the vertical clearance on this RV?”

“It’s like thirteen feet, why?”

“I think that sign said eleven feet.”

“What’s that one say?”

“Ten and a half.”

“There’s another one ahead. What’s it say?”

WHAM!

We left an air conditioning unit and a half lying somewhere in the vicinity of the Cross-Bronx Expressway. After they hit the overpass at seventy miles an hour, the departing air conditioners knocked the access ladder halfway off the back of the vehicle and left two gaping holes in the roof. Today it rained. Hello, Cleveland!

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Waterloo District, Cleveland

P.S. I wanted to mention at some point that we played with Junior Marvin at the State Theater in Falls Church. Junior Marvin was guitarist in the Wailers from 1977. At the Virginia show he rocked hard, putting Harrison’s guitar pedals through their paces, and sang a while on Marley’s “Exodus”. Nobody in the band could believe he was old as he said he was. Jamaicans do not age normally. This is one of the things I’ve learned playing reggae music.

“Diesel” Dave Chachere

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