The Rhythm of the Road
20/02/07 12:58 Filed in: Carnival
The pace of Carnival 2007
this Carnival Tuesday is brisk.
The street parade, heavily promoted by the Ministry of Culture as "The Rhythm of the Road," has hit the asphalt at a hectic pace, bands flowing through the streets at a speed that was both inspiring and a little scary.
At the Grand Road, the area just outside the entrance to the Savannah that once led to the Grand Stand, the once and future headquarters of Carnival, six or so bands flew by the judging area at such speed that within two hours, the streets were cleared of masqueraders with nothing in the pipeline.
The process would be repeated at Victoria Square when I passed there just half an hour later, with Brian Mc Farlane's India, the story of Boysie, whooshing by the venue in a blur of saturated colour.
TSTT has missed a great opportunity here to run a text messaging service that would track where these bands are relative to the venues, which would have let a lot of confused people milling along the parade route know where bands were and when they might be coming.
In the midst of all this hectic activity, there's one moment of traditional idiocy in commentary that proved memorable.
As the Belmont Original Stylish Sailors crossed the stage, the announcer invited the bandleader to comment on his vision for the band.
"So," he asked, "what are you going for with this band?"
"I am going for the band of the year, small," came the response.
The street parade, heavily promoted by the Ministry of Culture as "The Rhythm of the Road," has hit the asphalt at a hectic pace, bands flowing through the streets at a speed that was both inspiring and a little scary.
At the Grand Road, the area just outside the entrance to the Savannah that once led to the Grand Stand, the once and future headquarters of Carnival, six or so bands flew by the judging area at such speed that within two hours, the streets were cleared of masqueraders with nothing in the pipeline.
The process would be repeated at Victoria Square when I passed there just half an hour later, with Brian Mc Farlane's India, the story of Boysie, whooshing by the venue in a blur of saturated colour.
TSTT has missed a great opportunity here to run a text messaging service that would track where these bands are relative to the venues, which would have let a lot of confused people milling along the parade route know where bands were and when they might be coming.
In the midst of all this hectic activity, there's one moment of traditional idiocy in commentary that proved memorable.
As the Belmont Original Stylish Sailors crossed the stage, the announcer invited the bandleader to comment on his vision for the band.
"So," he asked, "what are you going for with this band?"
"I am going for the band of the year, small," came the response.
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