One morning, in Grenada…
I stumble out of bed and shuffle to the kitchen to make coffee. Dishes can wait. (I have my priorities).
I sit in front of my computer and contemplate my semi-conscious state. I listen to the black parrots singing in the tree off the terrace, and the Caribbean breezes that rush through the luscious foliage of the surrounding landscape.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Soca music has just filled the entire house. I blink. Where is it coming from?
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Bobbing to the beats, I dance onto the terrace to see if it’s the neighbour down the street with a loud car stereo. No…it’s too loud for that….
The music is loud enough that it must be coming from the neighbour’s place. But I didn’t realize they had a stereo (or electricity, for that matter)…
I dance around to the front of the house. The music gets even louder. Okay, it’s not the neighbour….this music is echoing and bouncing through the entire valley.
Here’s what I hear and see on this morning: (the video doesn’t quite capture the volume of the music, but I’m sure you’ll get the gist)
Click here to see this video on YouTube.
The music is coming from the local pasture; the central point for community gatherings and sports events. It’s not uncommon for music and announcements to fill the entire valley, especially for Sunday afternoon cricket or football matches on the pasture.
I’ve lived in so many places in the world where these audio levels would be considered intolerable. Here, it’s a welcome part of the Grenadian soundscape. The music is cheerful, and a reminder that there’s always a celebration under foot.
Although I’m sure something entertaining is going on at the pasture, I return to my coffee and laptop to resume waking up. It’s early yet…I’ll heed the next musical call; it won’t be long.