Being the youngest and one of only five youth to participate in the village song/dance for Flag Day celebrations in the late 70s, I remember song practice, dance practice, watching everyone singing and smiling. I don't remember the songs we sang but I remember the feelings that went through me. The anticipation of sharing our village pride and talent, being surrounded by the older generation and feeling spoiled, and the excitement of performing for the whole island. I get goose bumps whenever I hear traditional Samoan songs and I'm transported to those times where I've performed with my village, my school, my family, or on my own as the taupou representative. My hands start to move on their own, my legs start to twitch feeling the pull to stand up and bust some siva moves... Of course it's difficult to do that while driving or sitting in my office. But the feelings are there!
When I hear Cecilio and Kapono (C&K), I think of home. I think of my older brother and my cousin working around the house doing light maintenance "Tim the Tool Man" chores, and singing at the top of their lungs. I also cry because my cousin passed away in 1994 and whenever I hear C&K, I see and hear him and my brother laughing, joking around, calling my mom "spaghetti" because of her perm. Growing up in American Samoa, we only had one AM radio station and besides Samoan music, we listened to a lot of light jazz and Hawaiian jams. I grew up with not only Jerome Gray, Punialava'a, and Five Stars, but also with C&K, Kalapana, and Melveen Lee. When I hear that music, I'm transported back to a time that was carefree, happy, where time seemed to stand still.
My high school years were filled with up-to-date music, rap, hip hop, R&B... Of course this was before internet so what we considered new was actually about 5 years behind the U.S. We enjoyed our music none-the-less and tried to sing (okay, lip sinc) like Lisa Lisa and dance like Janet Jackson. I don't know if we came close but we had a blast. This was our era of growing up, becoming independent, and coming close to the time we would be leaving home. My own children listen to music from my high school days and I swear they were born in the wrong time period. They love Debarge, Al Green, Prince, and pretty much all of the "classic" music. That's when lyrics talked about having fun, enjoying life, and maybe had a splattering of positive messages here and there. No need for profanity or uncensored talk about sex. Not that I'm an angel. I swear worse than a sailor and as an old Samoan woman, I feel like I've earned my stripes to speak more freely about married life. But back in the day, we didn't need all of that nonsense. Just pure, clean, happy happy joy joy music!
I was introduced to reggae and alternative rock during my college years. It started off as an extension of high school with the rap, hip hop, and R&B but branched into new, unchartered territories. As a Broadcasting major, I worked in the college radio station which played alternative rock music. A very quick, trial by fire introduction had me hooked on Stone Temple Pilots, Pearl Jam, and 10,000 Maniacs. I'd always sneak in some old school Prince with the heavy guitars (he he he). I figured it would fit right into the genre. My husband (boyfriend at the time) introduced me to the reggae scene and by the end of my college years, I installed a reggae segment into the predominantly alternative rock station. Of course, growing up in American Samoa, reggae signified Bob Marley, Ziggy Marley, and UB40. That was pretty much the extent of my reggae knowledge. After I created the reggae show, I learned to love reggae artists such as Pato Banton, Mikey Dread, and Luciano. I think my music interests and growth during my college years is a reflection of what college should be; learning, broadening horizons, and experiencing new things.
Now that I'm older and kind of wiser, I've settled into my dog years and I know what I like. I like to revert to my old school music, the disco, the R&B, the soft tunes, and of course, the reggae music. It probably doesn't hurt that I play in a reggae band and am exposed to all kinds of reggae. And sing the songs. And listen to study the harmonies. And go to reggae concerts. I need the soothing sounds of laid back, island style, go with the flow music to calm the hustle and bustle of American life. I need to be reminded of home and those easier times where we weren't expected to be rigid and linear. Time was (and still is) flowing. So we're notorious for being late. So what? When we get to where we're going, we work hard, play hard, laugh loud, love lots. That's what counts. And you'll always hear us, doing whatever we're doing, with the music blasting.