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In today¹s world it has become increasingly fashionable to feign indifference and to be blasé, even ignorant, about world, national, or even domestic affairs and concerns, in the pursuit of self-comfort and material acquisition. Such narcissism and apathy has probably played its part in the decline of the secular popularity of calypso and the rise of soca. Attention was paid to last year¹s "High Mas" because it was the exception to what has become an increasingly banal norm.

I have no problem with a repetitive bassline, infectious rhythm or bawdy lyrics but I do have a problem with what is becoming an increasingly throwaway musical culture. 1997¹s tunes are anticipated, relished and then spat out as 98¹s are released (change the color of the rag, steal a melody from a different nursery rhyme). These tunes too are dismissed as Œold hat¹ in the wake of 99¹s releases and so on, ad infinitum. I would have no problem with this though if I felt it only affected the soca sub-genre, however I worry about the heavier fare that calypsonians have composed, deliberated upon and presented to audiences. You know, those compositions that encapsulate history first-hand as it happens. History on the visceral level. What happens to those tunes, sung in the tents one year, two years, three years, even ten, after they have been performed?

It¹s crazy when you think about it. Calypso is one of the few living musical and cultural forms that records history for people as it happens. No obscure documents, no official government releases, it¹s music for the people, about the people, by the people. What a resource we have for future and current generations to learn about our future and our past, before revisionist textbooks and governments have put their spin on them! If we actually wanted to encourage critical thought in our youth we could supplement our history classes with the works of these griots who had been there as the events, we can now only read about in one-sided textbooks and observe in blurred photographs, unfolded.

Alas, because of the disposability with which we often view out cultural products after the Carnival season is forgotten, many of these recordings were either never made, lost if they were, or not rereleased after their original shelf life had expired. It is with great irony that I note that hundreds of books exist on the history of Carnival and Calypso within my college¹s library system in Massachusetts along with CDs of kaiso from the 20¹s and 30¹s. How many of you reading this are aware that the ARChive of Contemporary Music in New York has built an extensive library and computerized database of Œlost¹ Calypso recordings. Or that a high school in Norway is using the lyrics of "Little Black Boy" to not only compare our dialect with Standard English but also to analyze post-colonial societal structures? Countries are using and appropriating our music to educate themselves, when will we regard it highly enough to use it to educate ourselves?

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