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Friday, December 14, 2018

Jovexx

Can a mere singer/songwriter draw in and concentrate the kind of emotional power that without warning stop a community, in the midst of whatever it is doing and stop old women on the way to church, stop a hairdresser in her shop, stop the young crocs and the killy in their tracks, turn young potential gun men into drummers, let a con man for a day become his better self, stop the prostitute about her business, make other singers and deejays afraid  -- with powerful vocals, soul and genuine lyrics from the heart? Believe you me, I know one such artist and as the title suggests… his name is Jovexx or as his mother knows him Jovian Jackson. You may have already started hearing some of his songs on the radio, maybe you are an early adopter from facebook or instagram, one thing however is certain, you will know Jovexx, he will be a household name in Jamaica, and amongst the pantheon of Montego Bay’s major icons, Queen Ifrica, Tommy Lee Sparta and Jah Cure.



Do pop music lyrics matter? Do reggae and dancehall lyrics matter? Should culture-watchers and pop vulture be giving them the kind of rigorous, deconstructive attention now reserved for the high arts, great literature and an occasional movie? Most of the activists in the street I know believe that these songs and the words in them matter immensely. Cultural analysts should not be left behind. If movies are now our novels, then reggae and dancehall music lyrics may be the closest thing we have nowadays to a mass-marketed poetry, shaping attitudes and emotions for an audience that is, to say the least, extensive.

So when you hear lyrics like “mi agree seh life too hard but mi nah sell mi soul fi nuh round of applause, many live them life in the fast lane, but mama seh it never too late fi Jah Jah fall rain, so mi jus agwaan wait mi turn, time is the key the more you live the more you learn, a just the life weh we live, thanks we a give” or this verse from another song… “we keep holding on, all when the storm and the pressure is on, mi draw fi mi Bible and chant a Psalm,  and when one door close mi carry on, oil and powder them set fi man, the most always kept mi strong, them seh mi nah go mek it but them is wrong, a just my time me waiting pon”



His songs are melodic and filled with bluesy voice and his carefully wrought tales of characters in contemporary Jamaica, that the average person who seeks meaning in the face of society’s evils and havoc can readily identify with. When Jovexx belts a line like “mi nuh sorry mi live a garrison, mi never sorry the way mi born poor, so tell them we proud a weh we come from, ghetto yute haffi make it I sure, is like dem nuh see it seh we a human being, nuffa we pain dem ignore…” I have seen men and women eyes well up with tears.

The way I view this Artiste, it is as though he is a bridge between the Seventies folk and cultural movement and the more socially conscious folk and arts musical revival of the today which Chronixx and Protoje are hailed for. Jovexx's strong convictions, which are relayed in the lyrics to every song in catalogue paint a vivid picture of the struggles that young people, particularly those in Montego Bay, are experiencing now. His message resonated so strongly that he has already amassed a wide following. Jovexx’s stunningly captivating voice is front and center. Whether his lyrics are hopeful or chilling (often both within a single song), this material has a depth and substance well beyond his years. I know this for a fact not hype or fluff talk.



I have known Jovexx since 2014, I met him while assisting another artiste with his career. On our way from a video shoot in Lucea I got into his vehicle. On the way back to MoBay, someone played a riddim in the car, but he started Singjaying a song that sounded beautiful, so I asked him to sing it again, but he said “Rasta, if you never ketch it pon you phone it lost in the wind, caah mi just a mek up supm and gallang pon the riddim and right now mi a drive and mi frass so them lyrics nah come back again!” And I have watched enough Documentaries on true genius and been blessed to have rolled with a few, to know when I am in the presence of it. Plus I’d like to believe the genius in myself recognizes it in another. But as fate would have it, being the way I am, I never wanted to run in on someone else bandwagon. Plus rolling with artistes was proving a little unrewarding since the artiste was rolling with at the time would rather by gunmen 20,000 hennessy at the parties than pay for his bio or help getting a known director from Kingston to shoot his video, nagging industry friends in high places to get him on Morning Time etc etc etc.



But as fate would have it. One Friday morning March 2016, I come down the road in Paradise just in time to see Jovexx stepping out of his car as Stumpy urged him forward, “come in mi artiste, buy wi a liquor and sing song fi mi caah yuh haffi buss, a you alone mek me eye full a water and goosebump tek mi… come in come in” That morning when I asked about the music he was lukewarm as in unsure of where it was going for him. Anyway under the influence of Stumpy he belted out quite a few songs, there was a magic in that moment and I was glad I remember to take out my phone and press the red dot on the video camera… I left the road roughly 12 midday, posted the video of the four songs… when returned in the evening there was more than a million views on Facebook, women and men messaging me from California, New Orleans,England, Italy, producers from Kingston, Twins of Twins, my inbox was more than I could navigate.



Now this is not a promo piece, nobody asked me to write this, I am writing this because too many time great artistes come from Montego Bay and maybe the local papers missed them early or they waited for media in Kingston to validate them as artistes of substance, no not this time… The Mirror and Montego Bay needs to validate our own first, so before you read about him in The Gleaner or the Star or Rolling Stones Magazine, remember, you saw it first in your town, your newspaper, your own legend in the making… Jovexx, go check him on Youtube… from singing on the streets in Paradise to global studios, don’t be the last to know.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

2008 Review: The International Year of Fluffy

Greetings Montegonians where ever you roam. Welcome to my 2008 Year in Review. Now what a year it was. Death, crime, dying, scamming, economic collapses, economic meltdowns, a half black president, Wall Street collapses akin to Jericho, oil crises, oil prices, sliding dollars, kidnappers in Jamaica, bizarre rape crimes, the fading away from the spotlight of the notorious homo duo (2), Pirates on the high seas in Somalia, Bolts of Jamaican Lightning, Olympics, the usual decade itch to start thinking up a new Armageddon this time it isn’t y2k but 2012… we also had another lackluster year from a different political party than the PNP this time around, we had Mavado and Kartel ascend to the posts of Bounty Killer and Beenie Man… guess who is the Doctor Fish (he who switches, and by the way Mavado won Sting OK… don’t let the media fool you), we had inflation as usual and women jostling for the helm of America, Bush was shoed and booed, and of course I am none the richer.

Montego Bay continued another year and continued her epic struggle to not be the second city, in sports, we followed Tappa on a miracle that almost pulled us to the world cup, and we watched as St. James High a.k.a. Seior School become school kings of the west and though we never copped the Olivia Shield here in the west we gave the Jamaica the best underdog story in a while. Only to be beaten by our own over confidence and of course Kingstonian antics and hubris. The city tore apart at the seams as murders reeled and men brought the blood bath to Sam Sharpe Square. I didn’t see much of Dr. Chang, who for another year has showed us he has no solid plan and approach to the city, so too our Mayors and councilors out west. On a civic and municipal level, we have been treated to a fair and bizarre bazaar of non-ideas, half baked plans, a tradition of simply “tradtionality” and methodology; we’re just doing what has been done, holding meetings and acting busy.

Last year time magazine gave Mr. Obama the prestigious title of person of the year. Errrrrrrrrrr wrong, I disagree completely. I think person of the year goes to FLUFFY, who ever she is where ever she is, and I’ve been a fan along time, Ok. So let me plug a line, all the lovely fluffy women of Mobay unnu can link me (joke, mi nuh waan get no beaten). Yeah, but on a serious note, this was a serious year for the resurgence of the buxom and busty and rubenesque and rotund women. I saw news feature where model agencies started seeking plus size women, a documentary I watch even noted a brand of modern porn they labeled BBW; Big bodied women. Hmmm, then if you perused the social networks, the facebooks and hi5s you’ll have noticed a surge of women or profile titles saying, Fluffy or Fluffy to the world or Fluffy to the flipping universe, whatever status the Diva had a few years back, Fluffy ‘tief it.’ I’ve even seen hybrids a species known as the Fluffy diva, Fluffy was so popular this year I even had a minor debate in a lunch line with a man who was protesting Fluffy’s return, and lamented how “him nuh deh pon that”, “well me deh pond at” no pun intended. Last year women embraced their fat sexuality and their bodies for what they were, or just a hit back at all the years of rib jutting hip poking “Victoria can’t keep a secret” models. Yup in ’08 one of the more positive things was that while crime escalated so did women’s weight from anorexic to fluff, and what can I say, it makes me happy. Whoever figured out the formula for saving women’s self esteem can you please work on crime next please?

Personally, last year for me was terrific in terms of entertaining myself with fluffy eye candy, but on the real it had been a difficult if not grueling year, watching friends die, and people suffer, and general economic decline, it didn’t do wonders for my psyche at all, but I’m glad it’s over, and I hope all the Fluffies stick around in 2009 and I hope we can leave crime and tragedy behind us. Ladies and gentle people 2008 is behind us, STEP IN TH E FUTURE, I’m waiting for you there. “Oh and mek sure unnu carry Fluffy when you a step, caah mi nuh waan see no bag a man inna mi future.”


To you and yours, all the best for the New Year: May the Lord preserve thee from evil, may he preserve thy soul, and may he preserve thy going outs and coming ins from this time forth… Selah!

Yannick Nesta Pessoa
yahnyk.blogspot.com
yannickpessoa@yahoo.com

Ps. Pssssssst Fluffy yuh can e-mail me enuh! (Mi know mi go get beaten now)