I was born in Rico 's trombone, a raw note,
bold with vibrato,
with a message for rude boys.
I was shaped by his breath
and disciplined with melody.
I travelled light in his trombone case, from
Kingston Jamaica across the world
on an offbeat journey.
I, a mere note in his notoriety,
feeling his passion,
obeying his precision,
lighting up with his inspiration.
I was blown, headlong into Prince Buster 's Rocksteady ear,
as he hit the beat
in the studio heat.
I was noted in a jam with Jeremy Dammers ,
I split the atom for the Special AKA ,
where Two Tones are better than one.
I was a note in Rico's trombone
bold with rasping melody,
strung out and staccato,
vamping on the dance floor,
headstrong and moving,
captured on vinyl,
a musical particle of the legendary article.
I was born in Rico's trombone!
poem by Trev Teasdel
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