If I Never Hear Killamanjaro or Smell Weed Again……

Just like the title says…..if I NEVER hear Killamanjaro Sound play again, or if I NEVER smell weed again it will still be too soon.

On March 28 a carload of us headed up to Newmarket, St Elizabeth for what was supposed to be a killer outdoor sound clash between Killamanjaro Sound and another called Bold N Boasy Sound (I think).  We somehow got into the show for free because of the people we were with….yaay!

Having arrived fairly early – probably 11:00pm – it was pretty dead inside the gates still but the two sounds were getting set up and ready to clash.  It was an interesting atmosphere so high up here in Newmarket.  We were warned to bring hoodies with us and it was true, the air was really cold.  And it was difficult to see anything through the constant heavy mist hanging in the air.  It was neat but made for really crappy pictures.

The show hadn’t even started yet and suddenly…..sparks started flying and then DEAD SILENCE.  One sound blew up….like literally blew up in front of us!  Immediately a crowd gathered around the tent where the two sounds were set up and there was silence for a good while.  At this point we didn’t know if the whole show was done or if it was just one sound affected.

Sure enough, after a long while the music started back up and it was no longer a clash….it was just a Killamanjaro show because Bold N Boasy was out of commission for the night.  I felt kind of bad for them and eventually I started feeling really bad for us because it was like Killamanjaro never really played anything….except a thousand dubplates for themselves.  Like do they even have ONE song that’s not a dubplate?  Honestly, I was bored to tears with what I was hearing.

Over a period of hours the crowd built up pretty solid.  My Canadian friend and I had gone to the bar several times to buy drinks and now it was time to pee, so we asked the bartender “What’s the bathroom situation here?”  To which she replied, “There is no bathroom situation” lol.

Thank GOD I always carry lots of packs of Kleenex in my purse in Jamaica.  The two of us headed out the gates and into the large grassy area where I parked the car and we found a fence near the back of the space.  That became our bathroom for the entire night.  I don’t know how many times we perched ourselves on those fence rails to do our business but it started to get funny as the hours went by.

Eventually we ran out of Kleenex so we went to the cook shop outside the party and stole a bunch of their napkins.  I KNOW the cooks KNEW why we kept stealing them LOL!  Here’s a pic of the cook shop.

Back inside the party now it was well into the wee hours of the morning and in the area where our little group was standing there happened to be a big weedhead standing right next to us.  ALL NIGHT.  My friend and I spent hours marveling at the amount of weed this man possessed and smoked during the time we were there.  While he was smoking one he was rolling another AND had one tucked behind his ear at all times and this pattern never stopped.  Not once.  He literally chain smoked weed all night and I remember walking over to him and asking him how the hell he’s still alive because I was almost dead from his second hand weed!  He just laughed at me and carried on.  It was kind of funny that the people we were with were all police and even they thought the dude was funny.

Anyway, the moral of this story is that if you’re ever going to a sound clash in Newmarket bring a hoodie, lots of Kleenex and a gas mask.  And don’t expect to be home before sunrise because we weren’t.