Alien Underground

A strange encounter under the earth in London.
Here’s your blog master in London with his family about to take the underground tube train.
Were on our way to Victoria Station Oyster cards in hand we enter Earls Court station. Down the elevator we go taking the District Line {green} heading East wards to Victoria Station. Suddenly we see an Alien and he has a human accompanying him as he plays a song by the Beatles. We are dumb struck how can the British remain so calm when there is an alien in their mist. Blog Master Underground London style.
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NY Underground

Folk Incognito blog master presents music underground worldwide. In my next few blogs I am going to feature underground musician around the world from my travels. Slipping out of glass and concert boxes into the cool night. Crisp cool air rushes into your lounges. A few minutes of arms stretched out feet skipping. Then it all disappear and you are down in the bowls of the earth like a mole you are in the New York subway system. And just before you enter anxiety mood, waiting for the next train, you hear music. Guantanamera , Latino music. Wary feet and limbs are soothed minds are transported. Latino Music underground.
Spanish language
English language

Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera I am an honest man
From where the palm tree grows
And before dying I want
To share the verses of my soul.
Folk Incognito blog master.

Remembrance of Christmas

Love to all humankind in all nations and continents. You have been so kind to indulge my writing and art. Please enjoy this blog up date. Feel free to make enquires of any art shown. The paintings linked with Remembrance of Christmas are not for sale.

REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS
I had a part in a Nativity play I was Joseph, the leading actor. Every boy in the school wanted to be near the girl that played the lead female part. Deanna. Deanna was Mary. I had long since been in love with her, so of course I was devastated when I got ill and had to be hospitalized. No end seemed in sight. The doctors could not find out what ailed me. I went through a battery of test and still no results and not feeling any better. The Christmas season was fast approaching and I was feeling depressed.
Sick and in hospital how miserable can that be? Then I got a gift a pair of Cowboy guns and holster. My spirits perked up. Still sick, but in a much better mood. Then one evening a man came visiting whom I had never seen before, and he took a picture of me, standing on my bed with my guns drawn. He promised to return a later with a copy of the photograph. My mood changed miraculously and I began to feel better. The spirit of Christmas was in the air again.
Oh! How I love this festive season of the year. Soon come the day that I was to be discharged the man had not returned with the picture of me. I was packed and ready and waiting for my parents to pick me up. I sat on my bed feeling very sad and pensive. May be I would never see the man who took the picture of me again. Then I would never see how I looked?
However, remember this is Christmas just as I remove my hands from my eyes the man came rushing in, waving my picture over his head. I love it! I look great! I was overjoyed.
I remember Christmas

Remembrance of Christmas

To all you folks out there in bloggers sphere thank you for being so kind in reading my blog. As the year comes to end nostalgia for home engulfs our beings I hope reading Remembrance of Christmas of will serve as solace this season. I will feature two painting on this blog update they are up for sale, offers are welcome sale includes contracts. Shoot me an email if you have interest so that we can arrange payment format and shipping,

REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS

Daddy loved Christmas. During this time of the year, he took control of the kitchen. Prepared the turkey, the Ham the Garlic Pork, boiling the pigs feet and ears to make souse. Boiling down the beef for the pepper pot and using all of the rich spices. Not forgetting the rum punch and Punch Remer. We stood by like nurses passing the different cooking utensils to him the surgeon who performing the different cuts on the turkey, ham and roast pork.
During all this cooking activity, loud calypso music was being played, With a Christmas festive flare. Infusing our minds with the sounds of Christmas, we will never forget. Mummy would peak every once a while. Concerned about the state of her kitchen, which was now taken over? This was the only time of the year she did not interfere with activities in her kitchen. Mummy got about decorating the living room area of the house. When the food was in the oven, everyone gathered around to help her. She was quite a boss, but we loved her all the same. The Christmas tree had to be lifted in and placed into position. We always had a very big natural Christmas tree. Last year’s carton with all the Christmas decorations was brought down and old lights were tested and all broken bulbs discarded and new ones put in place. Then came Christmas Eve night when we wrapped gifts and placed them under the tree. Oh! How I loved Christmas. Now all tired, we try to stay up as long as our eyes would permit to see when Santa would come with all our gifts. He only came after we drifted into a deep sleep.
I Remember Christmas.

Remembrance of Christmas

All you folks out there in bloggers sphere. U.S.A, Guyana, Ghana, Haiti, London, Canada, and the rest of the world I am back with an update. More exerts from Remembrance of Christmas and art the latest and earliest love to all.

REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS



On Christmas Eve, we excitedly took a trip to the shopping district. The roads were packed with shoppers and hawkers. There were vendors on both sides of the street making it difficult to walk on the pavement. Firecrackers went off “Bang! Bang!” Whistles and horns blaring in the esthetic Christmas air. They were tons of toys and lots of food for sale.
Of course, one cannot leave out the masquerade dancers they were fun. Accompanied by flute players and drummers making merry music. Joining them was the scary “Mad Bull with his horns and fearsome face. Then there was the Granny long lady on stilts with her face painted white. “Man is fun.” The masquerade dancers and the flouncing musicians singing and chanting ‘Christmas comes but once a year so drinks your rum and tumble down, “Bato, Bato”! Christmas comes but once a year so flounce if you flouncing “Bato, Bato”! Christmas comes but once a year so wine and tumble down on the ground “Bato, Bato”!
Up the road there steel pan players beating out sweet carols at a bouncy calypso beat. In addition, girls and boys, women and men dancing up a storm to the rhythm of Christmas calypso music.
Oh! Boy I love this Christmas season.
I remember Christmas.

Remembrance of Christmas

Hello everyone in blogger’s world. Its summer and I suffer from the golf blues therefore my art takes second place. Golf consumes me from the time the Sun peaked through my bedroom window; I am out and practice then to play later till the Sun goes down. In between golf I have completed two paintings which I will share with you in my next blog update. Now enjoy excerpts from Remembrance of Christmas and old art.REMEMBRANCE OF CHRISTMAS

In the sixties in Guyana was going through a period of political unrest. There was protest, rioting looting and thousands of workers were on strike. There were food shortages and many houses and business were burnt to the ground. These were frightening times for children. My aunt Yvonne whom we lived with then was also on strike. My brother and I had gone to live with her while; our parents were away in Ghana West Africa.
Therefore I will always remember the sad rainy day when the miracle of Christmas came rippling into our world. Our aunt Yvonne came bursting into our bedroom dancing and flouncing. Flouncing is a traditional dance step in Guyana, preformed mainly during the Christmas season.
Suddenly while flouncing away with the majesty of Christmas Aunt Yvonne raised the hem of skirt and out flew a toy. Then with one, more whirl and toss of the hem of her skirt out flew another toy. To my brother and I these were the best of gifts of the season, nothing else mattered. Our hearts were so content it would not have mattered if we received no new gifts. We were completely satisfied. Her dance of an angle flowing with joy and Peace lifted our hearts with promise and happiness.
I remember Christmas.
I remember Christmas.

Remembrance of Christmas

Continuing my exerts from Remembrance, illustration featured this time is called last Summer a redo of the Brother ent heavy as this original was sold.

Remembrance of Christmas
It was Christmas Eve and my elder brother, Clarence and I decided to climb a tall tree to cut down a few posts to build our little Christmas house. While my tall and on the way to becoming fat brother climbed the tree I stood at the bottom of the tree to point out which of the best limbs to cut. Suddenly I heard a loud “crack.” Then before my horrified eyes, Clarence came crashing down from the tree landing on a pointed tree stump with a loud “thump”. That then punctured his right thigh.
Bravely he held on to his thigh and told me not to cry. Quickly he ripped his shirt off and told me to tie a tourniquet above the wound. How that taught came to him, I would never know. I scampered home screaming for help. What a courageous big brother Clarence was. Lucky for us my parents were home, they rushed him to the Hospital. “Oh! For the love of parents what would kids do?”
I remember Christmas.