@ Pigeon Island, St. Lucia Jazz Festival
12 May 2006
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The scenery near this venue entrance alone is enough to take
your breath away. Your senses are bombarded by the smell of chicken,
fish and other freshly prepared delicacies on offer. You cannot
ignore ‘or not admire’ the sight of multi-coloured stalls
and multi-coloured homemade items on display by local sellers, who
proudly parade their wares. Illuminated trees and historical ruins
silhouette against the revamped hooded stage (to cater for all types
Just a brief appearance from’ The first lady of Crunk’
– Ciara, on a balcony during an impromptu interview was enough
to set off her lively fans. My eardrums are still bleeding! Personally
I cannot see what the fuss is about. I have seen this all before.
Ciara reminds me of an anorexic Janet Jackson. Her dance moves and
sultry glances are all reminiscent of Miss Jackson (or is it Mrs
Jackson this week). I can’t keep up. Of course if you are
under ten years of age, this may be a new phenomenon to you.
Grumpy old man observation set-aside – Ciara is photogenic
and her set is visually appealing to both young and the ‘slightly
less young’. Within the first minute, one-two-step Ciara and
her athletic dancers must have danced a thousand steps, much to
the delight of her fans, who by now surged forward to fill the isles
and any space between seats. Remaining seated Parents looked on
rather confused and concerned at the explosion of young faces at
the front of the stage. A few minutes earlier these same parents
where under the spell of saxophonists
Everette Harp and Nelson Rangell. Now their children had taken
Ciara’s sexual energy is perfect for the St. Lucian heat
and humidity. Her young fans were not concerned in the slightest
that she sang over backing tracks as she danced and flirted –
and why should they. They were there to watch, witness and enjoy.
As a father myself, it was refreshing to see the younger generation
express and enjoy themselves, but also behave. (Perhaps because
many parents were still present). I was a little concerned to witness
girls under the age of ten singing songs about ‘finding the
right boy’ and lost love. I do not remember singing about
‘finding the right girl’ at that age!