I resurrected a chapter from my memoir, which incorporates some film ideas from my film script days. It's all about growing up Jamaican and the lives of my ancestors.
About my audience - those who stayed with me: I had to use a mike as it got louder and louder. I stood in front of the room of about 35-40 and, mike in hand, and just read 10 pages. In dialect. In character. The entire time, I was thinking, I should just stop and let people relax. Wrap it up.
Well, it was TOUGH! I clung to my hand-held mike for dear life, and I focused, and afterwards, those in the front of the room who listened to me came over to tell me how fab the reading was, how great the book sounded, how they wanted to read the book, how my voice and acting and voice-over skills were incredible. And, the lovely woman at the front door with the tip jar said she heard every word and wanted more.
Brian segued nicely into "Yellow Bird" by Harry Belafonte, picking up on my Jamaica themes and the yellowbird, a drink I discovered with my grand aunt in Port Antonio. Brian added a few twists to the lyrics - not all about girls.
Yellow bird,
Up high in banana tree
Yellow bird
You sit all alone like me
Did your lady friend
Leave the nest again
That is very sad
Make me feel so bad
You can fly away
In the sky away
You more lucky than me
I also have a pretty man
He not with me today
They all the same
The pretty men
Make them the nest
Then they fly away
Yellow bird
Up high in banana tree
Yellow bird
You sit all alone like me
Better fly away
In the sky away
Picker coming soon
Pick from night to noon
Black on yellow too
Like banana too
They might pick you someday
Wish that I was a yellow bird
I'd fly away with you
But I am not a yellow bird
So here I sit, nothing else to do
Yellow bird
Up high in banana tree
Yellow bird
You sit all alone like me
Did your lady friend
Leave the nest again
That is very sad
Make me feel so bad
You can fly away
In the sky away
You're more lucky than me
Yellow bird
Just you and me
Yellow bird
And a little one make t(h)ree
Up high in banana tree
Yellow bird
You sit all alone like me
Did your lady friend
Leave the nest again
That is very sad
Make me feel so bad
You can fly away
In the sky away
You more lucky than me
I also have a pretty man
He not with me today
They all the same
The pretty men
Make them the nest
Then they fly away
Yellow bird
Up high in banana tree
Yellow bird
You sit all alone like me
Better fly away
In the sky away
Picker coming soon
Pick from night to noon
Black on yellow too
Like banana too
They might pick you someday
Wish that I was a yellow bird
I'd fly away with you
But I am not a yellow bird
So here I sit, nothing else to do
Yellow bird
Up high in banana tree
Yellow bird
You sit all alone like me
Did your lady friend
Leave the nest again
That is very sad
Make me feel so bad
You can fly away
In the sky away
You're more lucky than me
Yellow bird
Just you and me
Yellow bird
And a little one make t(h)ree
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