(Longtail) Duppy Gun: Sun Araw, M. Geddes and the people of Jamaica

On a warm night just outside Kingston, Jamaica, a young man sings into a microphone in the foundation of an unfinished house. Wires hang from the ceiling, the dim lighting falling flatly on the dull grey of the concrete walls. A laptop sits atop a stool along with a small recording interface, the engineer carefully tracking the vocals as they come through. A small crowd has gathered to watch. They sway lightly, their bodies feeling out the rhythm as marijuana smoke fills the air. It's an u...

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