Entertainment

March Midnight Madness

BY DEPORTEE, Star Writer

Byron Lee and the Dragonaires. - File

PICTURE THIS: WHITE flags, dirty-white flags, bleached out dirty white flags, sweaty flags, pink flags, brown flags and hands as flags. This was the sight which waved in Byron Lee and the Dragonaires dragonic performance at McKinney's Passa Passa this week.

Santa-bellied Oscar B alongside Jomo took the place by storm but it was the curvaceous Kiesha with an apple juice Trini accent which pushed Passa Passa to a Category Four hurricane. Mixing it up with old time soca favourites with some of the most recent ones BL&D bled crowd of their sweat and their participation.

One busty chest covered by a blouse so tight, it had no room to spare, advertised the words 'Express Yourself' which was blazoned across her you know what, was the order of the morning.

Mounted on top of a big rig, Keisha was vocalizing in the background until she popped forth to croon in her smooth cocoa butter voice. She was appreciated, no, she was held in awe as she made use of her toned thighs to jump and prance. Trust me. Trini women sweet!

Are you getting the picture?

A strong crowd lapped up all BL&D had to offer and when Jomo spat out Pon Di River, the crowd roared. The Trini man good. He can deejay and ultimately he held sway.

Paying tribute to the mighty Bob Marley, Stir It Up stirred the crowd from their appreciative mood to a participatory one and then Oscar B filtered into Morgan Heritage's Down By The River. Oscar B conjured up some new dance moves with Powder Your Face, Brush Your Teeth but the one that took the cake was Slap You Weave which was greeted with the responding action, roars of laughter and for the stoosh, a formative smile that leered from the corners of their mouths.

Still not getting it?

Bunny-hopping right along, Laba Labba fresh from his tour of England with 'Bolshoi ballet' did his thing much to the amusement of some ladies.

The highlight belonged to the mad rush of girls backing it up and down the street. Can you imagine gluteus maximuses thundering their way in your direction? Wine you must or simply put, scoobay, outta de way!

The eyes never lie and they beheld mammaries popping out of their restraining holtsters. When it was time to 'Shell-Belly' there was a puff of excitement as whomp there it was, bellies crawled their way over the waistbands to strut their moves in unabashed recognition of their respective sizes.

At 3:17, BL&D got tired or were they? It was time for their show to end and they were thanked with thunderclaps. It was time for the lovely Kiesha to vamoose until April the 14th when they will be back soca-ing downtown.

Swatch roared into life and took back the streets as the conservative onlookers now began to 'bruk out'. Sorry you don't have any visuals but do you now get the picture?

And another story has to come to and end, so we have to 'tek road'.

So, if you didn't get the picture, picture me and you K-I-S , NO, STOP! Man also read this too, so no K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

More time SCOOBAY!