A few months ago, the estimable Oliver Wang invited me to make a mix for the excellent Soul Summer blog that he curates. Since my knack for procrastination is only matched for my gift for talking loudly in public places, it didn’t run until now. Part Sint Maarten travelogue, part ode to Jamaican music and marijuana, though the days of Summer are dwindling, hopefully you’ll find the post worthwhile. There are tales of purchasing dirt weed from guys named Slick, bad DJ’s from upstate New York, and Black Uhuru. Everything but the spliff itself.
