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Paige Michel - 5 DJS on Instagram Live that bring the party to your house! - Dancehall & Soca Edition

For those of you that don’t know I am an Afro-Caribbean girl, my family originate from Jamaica, St. Lucia and Dominica. I am a care leaver, and my foster carer was from Barbados. I appreciate the beauty, arts and culture from the Caribbean. I love the music - I am a huge Bashment/Dancehall and Soca fan! Woi Yoii!

For two years, I was radio presenter and producer of a show I created with my two closest mates, Albert and Kaira, called URBAN P.A.K, at Surge – The University of Southampton’s official radio station. Together, we celebrated and showcased Black Music, Artists, DJs and Producers all over the world. Of course, I played all my favourite Dancehall, Soca and Afrobeats tunes, we played games live on air and I even hosted some quizzes too. We went to the R.U.M (Real Urban Music) events in our free time, to see the hottest artists and DJs live in clubs. It was such a lit experience!

The 5 DJs that are killing it on Instagram live right now are - DJ Supa Nytro, DJ Larni, DJ Nate, DJ Nassen and DJ Private Ryan! They are my Greater Londoners, because they have brought me and thousands of others so much joy, through Dancehall and Soca music, during lockdown. This Covid-19 crisis, has proven very difficult for self-employed creatives, like DJs, so please go check them out, show some love, book them for future events, and wuk up your waist lol!  

1.       DJ Supa Nytro :

Instagram: @SupaNytro

Twitter: @SupaNytro

I went to Manchester Carnival for the first time in August ‘19. Not gonna lie, it didn’t compare to Notting Hill Carnival, but I still had a brilliant time. My makeup was on point, purple glitter on my water line to match my purple ombre hair. I was palancing, jumping up, and throwing colourful powder everywhere like it was jouvert! The rum punch was sweet (and cheap... not overpriced like London lol)! The patties were delicious too. I watched the showcase of Manchester’s mas bands, their local musicians, and dancers. I was dancing with my cousin Bertha, to all the DJ sets. This is when I came across DJ Supa Nytro – and OMG, his set was everythingggg, playing all my favourite songs! He had his dancers with him - Miss Rose was my favourite. Lol, I like how he’s always wearing his customised hats and tops with his name on it – I see you! I loved DJ Supa Nytro’s set so much, I just had to get a pic with him! (Go check it out on my insta!) I’ve been going to see him play at Dancehall events in London ever since. 

I tuned in to DJ Supa Nytro’s Instagram Live one Friday Night, and I am so glad I did! I realised he is not only a DJ, he is a host too. He has no filter, which makes him absolutely hilarious. He initiated conversation like ‘who are your Top 5 Dancehall artists?’. I was definitely engaged in his conversations, and intrigued to see others opinions on the Instagram Live chat. I said my favourites right now are:

 1. Vybz Kartel A.K.A ‘THE WORL’ BOSS!’

 2. Popcaan

 3. Alkaline

 4. Aidonia 

5. Dexta Daps

I also mentioned there’s a difference between my top favourite Dancehall artists right now and of all time. What we could all agree on was the fact that Vybz Kartel is the King of Dancehall – Awaoh! As a Dancehall music lover, and a history student - I really appreciated Supa Nytro’s Dancehall History quiz. He really got me thinking. I was singing along to all the bangers he was playing. His Movado set was excellent, bringing back some old tunes, and bringing back some old memories lol! You know how a song has the power to remind you of a person, a place or time in your life. I can’t wait for Supa Nytro’s next live!

2.      DJ Larni – ‘Him nuh normal!’:

Instagram: @Dj_Larni

Twitter: @Dj_Larni

I have been to quite a few Dancehall events with my friends Channon, Aisha, Mercedes and Tiana, like Bashment Central. It was here I heard DJ Larni’s set and yasss he was superb! I’ve since, followed him on Soundcloud, so I can hear his mixes in my day-to-day life, like when I’m doing my makeup looks or travelling on the tube etc. Sometimes I feel to just bruck out on the train, because woii the tunes are too lit!

It was a dry quarantine Friday night and I was scrolling through my Insta, as you do. I was checking who was on live and I saw DJ Larni was online. The energy he was giving through the phone was madddd! He’s an amazing host, and knows how to entertain his audience. He’s hella funny too – just freee and crazyyy, I love it.  I like how his room was dark, lit with blue party lights, giving us that club feel. DJ Larni is innovative – he requested ladies who love to dance to dancehall music, to join his Instagram live. Seeing the ladies skin out and bruck out really gave us that dancehall experience! He also engages with his listeners, telling everyone to bring their flag to rep their country, just like you would at a Caribbean carnival. DJ Larni’s liveliness is a vibe, really contagious. His Insta live party was tun up!

3.       DJ Nate:

Instagram: @DjNateUK

Twitter: @DjNateUK

I have been listening to DJ Nate’s mixes on Soundcloud for a long time. I love his ‘Dancehall and Chill’ mixes. I like that some of his mixes specifically focus on one Dancehall artist at a time i.e his 100% Dexta Daps, Popcaan and Alkaline mixes– some of my favourite artists. Last year, I attended DJ Nate’s Caribbean Rocks Festival with my cousin Bertha and it was amazing! I wasn’t feeling too well at this time, but I said nahhh, there’s no way I’m missing it. Never that! I had the pleasure of seeing so many artists perform live like The Rara, Alicai Harley and Dexta Daps. I was gutted when I found out Shensea could not make it, but I had a fantastic time, nevertheless! Dancehall a mi everything!

I saw DJ Nate’s Instagram Live and I was really feeling it! It was the day he was wearing his Vans vest lol. He was doing a Soca special and the tunes were fireee. The comment section on his live was going off. Bare girls putting the gyal on headtop emoji lool! People were absolutely loving the music he was playing. People from all over the world were tuned in and having a lovely time. DJ Nate was telling us to go get a drink, to give it that party vibe. I think something a little stronger than orange juice lol. Then, he put on a Soca song called Party Bad – Mr Killa and Legz. Woiiiii, I really enjoyed myself!

4.        DJ Nassen:      

Instagram: @NassenUK

Twitter: @NassenUK

Back in Summer ‘19, when we could actually leave the house and live our best lives, I went on a couple dates lol! There was one fineee assss guy I met up with, and we had some good conversations, like our music interests. We discovered we both liked Soca and woiii that made my day. Anyway, the point is he told me to check out his cousin, DJ Nassen, for the hottest new soca tracks - and the rest was history! I love DJ Nassen’s Notting Hill Carnival 2019 Soca Mix on Soundcloud. I’ve been getting hype to all the jab jab music! Bringing back some good memories of my time with my friends at Dreamland Jouvert ’19 and Notting Hill Carnival ’19. Woii!

I was checking out DJ Nassen’s Instagram Live one Friday Night and it was poppin! He calls it Lockdown Fridays, with his host Mist Hooli. Mista Hooli was his hype man, making the party lit! I appreciate when creatives join forces to make magic – so thank you to them both. I was really whining on my sofa lol, I had that Jamish feeling! I was putting hella fire emojis in his Instagram Live comment section. DJ Nassen was really moving them hips lol, when he was playing his set, really grooving to the music. Some of my favourite soca songs, DJ Nassen played were:

Head or Tail - Lavaman ft Mr Legz

Famalay – Skinny Fabulous, Machel Montano & Bunji Garlin

Run Wid It – Mr Killa

Wet It Up – Zeek ft Shal Marshall

Bend Dong For Di Hmm – Krome ft Nassis

If you haven’t heard of these songs, go have a listen - I’m sure you’ll enjoy them…(unless your anti-Soca like Marv Abbey looool)!

5.       DJ Private Ryan:

Instagram: @DjPrivateRyan

Twitter: @DjPrivateRyan

 One day I just typed in Soca Mixes on Youtube, and DJ Private Ryan came up. I listened to his Soca Starter mixes, and loved them. When I went to my friend’s sleepover a few months back, we were dancing like crazy to Private Ryan’s mixes, having the time of our life. Lol, I’m so unfit, I was out of breath. Dancing to Soca music is really a workout and a half, which is great for your daily exercise intake. I followed Dj Private Ryan on Instagram not too long ago, and my guy is verified, a whole blue tick you know. Big up yourself, a great achievement!

I saw DJ Private Ryan’s live on Instagram and it was great! He calls it Freestyle Friday! He was playing a range of music from old school to new school, and a mixture of Dancehall, Soca, Afrobeats and RnB – The listeners were loving the versatility! In his comment section, many people thanked him for his mixes, as it was helping them pass time during quarantine. What I love about Private Ryan’s live is the inclusivity. He asks his listeners to send him song requests, which he plays, which makes it that much more personalised and special. You’ll definitely have a Fete in your house, tuning in to DJ Private Ryan’s Instagram live!

Many Dancehall and Soca events, like carnivals, have been postponed or put on hold due to the outbreak of Covid-19. So, this has left many of us feeling down in the dumps and disappointed. DJs using the Live feature on Instagram has been a great alternative, to bring the good music, and positive vibes to us. I have noticed, that some of these DJs Instagram live’s overlap with each other on Friday nights. But not to worry, if you do miss it, you can always listen back the next morning when they post it on their story or feed. So, go check out the 5 Djs that will bring the party to your house! – Dancehall and Soca edition. What are you waiting for!

If you know any other amazing DJs you think I should check out on Instagram Live, please feel free to hit me up. Apart from Soca and Dancehall, I like Reggae, Afro-beats, Neo-soul, RnB, and Hip hop. Thanks!

 By Paige Michel:

Insta: @ItsPaigeMichel

Twitter: @ItsPaigeMichel

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America's Sweetheart Escaped Cop Killer Voluntarily Returns to Prison after finding Criminals on Outside Too Scary

(Text From Philadelphia Inquirer Magazine article April 1, 1934)

Into a Chicago police station, early one recent morning, half-ran a girl. A remarkably attractive-looking young girl, too. Not more than twenty-three, about five feet six inches tall, brown-eyed, with dark hair. And a haunted look. She hadn't slept. Her eyes were wild. And her first words were even wilder: "I want to go back to Devil's Island!" 

Now Devil's Island is the French penal colony off the Guiana coast, and this girl was clearly American—Southern, by her accent. The station cops were puz-zled. She was so pretty that they rubbed their eyes for a second look. Then, prob-ably deciding that the girl was crazy and would have to be returned to her keepers, they began to question her. 

They did send her back to her keepers —prison keepers. She was Irene McCann, escaped con-vict from the Missouri Penitentiary at Jefferson City, thirteen months missing from the cell where she was serving ten years for the crime of manslaughter. And Irene's experience, as she unfolded it to the cops, afforded a strik-ing glimpse into the constant haunting terror that is the day-and-night life of an escaped prisoner: terror of the law on one hand, even greater terror of the criminal underworld on the other! 

It wasn't fear of the police that had made Irene McCann give herself up and ask to be sent back to her Missouri's "Devil's Island." It wasn't even fear of the newspapers —which had published her picture far and wide. Not that she hadn't had un-comfortable hours from watch dogs of the law, the police and the press. But what had finally made her seek refuge in prison, where she belonged, was fear of the slinking, skulking, threatening figures of gangsters and crooks whom she described shudderingly, as "some people I knew and who knew me." 

"Who were the people that knew you?" Irene was asked. "I—I'd rather not say," was her jittery reply. "How did they find you?" 

"It was when I got to Chicago and to my old job—working as a waitress. Something I had feared happened. Some people that knew me found me. I won't say who they were."

"I won't say what they did. But they wanted me to do certain things that I did not want to do—that I was afraid to do. I won't say what. I knew that it would lead from bad to worse. They knew I was an escaped prisoner. They had me."

"I told them I didn't want to do it and tried to get out of it. Then they told me it was either that, or else!" 

Or else! The underworld's grim, phrase, slogan of its rule of terror. Irene couldn't stand that "or else." 

"So I decided to make it 'or else' my-self," she concluded, with a strange gleam in her dark eyes. "I gave myself up. I know a lot of people will think me insane to go back voluntarily to prison." 

Irene went to prison, as a girl of nineteen, after she and her husband, Albert McCann, had tried to help a friend escape from jail in Carthage, Mo. A jailer, E. O. Bray, resisted and was killed. 

The clue was a heel from a woman's shoe, and Irene's limping gait, noticed by an officer, caused her arrest in an Oklahoma town a few days later. Albert was sentenced to hang, but later this was commuted to fifty years. 

Irene—daughter of a Federal revenue officer and a Cherokee Indian mother—had two babies by a'girlhood marriage in Alabama, and she insists it was to see them and help her mother support them that she took French leave of her cell. 

She and Edna Murray, Kansas City girl-bandit, sawed their bars and escaped together, choking the alarm system with a blanket. Edna's still at large—either dead from tuberculosis, or in some sanitarium, says the grapevine report. Irene says she worked her woy to Birmingham, found her little girl ill, and got a job in a hulu chorus with a circus at $2o a week. Then she got a job in a road carnival, running the baseball-throwing game. 

"I could dress up in loud clothes and paint my face so it would be hard to identify me," she explained. "Every time a cop looked at me I trembled." She quit when the show jumped to Missouri and became a waitress in Chicago, sending money home. And now the ter-ror she had always felt closed in upon her.

"Several times my pictures were printed in newspapers, and I got sick with fear," she said. "One day I had to take a cab to get to work on time; it got into a crash and I went to hospital with three broken ribs. While I was there I looked at a Sunday paper.—there was my picture, with a story on Devil's Island and escaped convicts, staring me in the face. "

"I shook all over. 'I was sure the nurses would recognize me- But they didn't. My fake* name was Jean Norris. The cab company paid my hospital bills and gave me $300 and I went back to spend Christmas with my children. My money ran out and I returned to Chieagos and my old job." 

Just when or how the underworld of crime closed in on her, Irene refused to say. It was obvious that terror sealed her lips. But those who know Chicago —or any other city—may piece in the details for themselves; the many uses to which a pretty girl may be put in hold-ups, badger games, kidnappings and other criminal schemes, even including gang-spying and gang murders. 

The awful position of the girl herself, a hunted lawbreaker, unable to appeal for protection, forced to do the criminal's bidding under a dreadful threat. When captured she was ill. The wife of the prison warden came to Chicago and accompanied her back to the Missouri Penitentiary. The girl greeted the sight of the grim walls with a sigh of relief. 

They put her into the prison hospital to recover her nerves. Probably she's the most beautiful captive behind the bars of any American prison. "I have the most of ten years to serve," she said. "'I intend to be a good prisoner from now on. I've had my scare. I want to come out in such shape that they'll have nothing on me and go back to my children. I only hope they'll have me as their mother after what's past" 

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Irene McCann had every reason to be scared. Edna Murray, who she escaped the Missouri Penitentiary with, had connections to at least three Public Enemy number ones.

Irene McCann and Edna Murray might have bonded over both being accomplished Prison Escape artists. Edna Murray had been sentenced 25 years in 1925, for an armed robbery and kidnapping where she famously threatened to kiss a clergyman she'd taken hostage in a heist. By 1935 she'd served less than 3 years of that sentence, due to 3 daring prison escapes. McCann already had an escape under the belt by the time she teamed with Murray.

They also might have bonded over both having husbands sentence to die. Edna's first husband "Diamond Joe" Sullivan was executed in 1924 for murder. McCann's husband was sentenced to death for the cop killing that Irene was involved in. Ultimately,it was commuted to life, while McCann only received 10 years for manslaughter.

However Edna "Rabbit" Murray's criminal connections were far deeper than McCann could ever conceive. By April 1934 when the above article was written, Murray was involve in some of the biggest intrigues of Public Enemy era.

When John Dillinger and his gang arrived shot up in Aurora, Il from a shootout with the FBI in Rhineland, Wisconsin, who's door did they knock on for shelter. None other than Edna Murray's.

When the Barker-Karpis gang kidnapped wealthy Minnesota Banker Edward Brenner for ransom in January 1934, who were among the principals? Edna Murray, her sister Doris, Edna's boyfriend Volney Davis, and Doris' boyfriend Jess Doyle.

One can only imagine what Irene McCann might have been asked to participate in.

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1. #Dirga Andara

Menjalani kehidupan di negeri orang terlebih menjadi seorang mahasiswa nggak pernah ada di dalam pikiran seorang Dirga sebelumnya. Karena impian Dirga dulu sederhana, bisa jadi mahasiswa di kampus impiannya yaitu UNPAD juga udah bisa ngebuat dia seneng dan bikin bangga Ayah dan Bunda. Tapi ternyata keberuntungan bertengger di pundak Dirga saat dia coba-coba apply beasiswa pemerintah buat kuliah di luar negeri yang ternyata hasil keisengannya itu dia lolos  pemberkasan sampe ditahap akhir yang pada akhirnya membawa Dirga sampai di negeri Ratu Elizabeth. Bisa kuliah di Coventry university, salah satu kampus terbaik dari banyaknya yang terbaik di London membuat Dirga jadi makin bangga sama dirinya. Apalagi dia masuk di jurusan design arsitektur yang memang udah jadi mimpinya sejak kecil buat jadi arsitek.

"Woi, Ga! Ngelamun terus maneh teh! Pasti nggak dengerin apa yang gua omongin kan!"

Dirga gelagapan begitu pundaknya disentak sama Radit.

"Kagak, denger kok gua."

Padahal mah boro-boro dia perhatiin apa yang tadi lagi Radit omongin orang dianya juga bengong.

"Ah, maneh teh gak usah pura-pura denger orang gua liatin maneh bengong aja dari tadi," sungut Radit yang ngelempar kulit kacang ke muka Dirga. Sementara si oknum cuma haha-hehe sambil garuk-garuk kepala.

"Taik emang lo, Ga. Gua udah berbusah juga cerita malah gak didengerin. Sakit hati aing!" Ngambek Radit yang langsung menuju ranjang tidurnya dan menarik selimut sampe menutupi kepalanya.

"Yeeee, kayak anak kecil lo ah! Pake ngambek gitu."

Dirga mencoba menarik selimut yang dipakai Radit tapi ditahan sama roomatenya itu. Dirga sama Radit ini bisa dibilang soulmate dan roomate sejati soalnya dari awal dia dateng ke London yang jadi temen seperjuangannya buat wara-wiri cari apartemen ya Radit. Sampe ngurusin masalah pemberkasan di kampus juga Radit yang nolongin Dirga  karena emang Radit yang ditunjuk sebagai perwakilan pemerintah pemberi beasiswa di London  buat ngurusin anak baru. Dan kebetulan juga si  Radit penerima beasiswa juga  yang satu tingkat di atas Dirga.

"Gak usah pura-pura peduli maneh sama aing, Ga. Sahabat macem apa yang sahabatnya lagi curhat malahan gak didengerin," omel Radit dramatis dari dalam selimutnya.

"Najis! Kayak cewek PMS Lo, ah. Pake ngambek segala."

"Biar. Aing gak mau bicara sama maneh lagi." Yang kemudian Radit memunggungi Dirga.

"Ya udah. Padahal gua mau ngajak lo nonton Coldplay lusa mumpung gua dapet tiket gratis dari Sabrin," kata Dirga yang beranjak dari ranjangnya Radit.

"SERIUS MANEH ,GA?!"

Radit langsung melempar selimutnya dan ngebiarin jatoh ke lantai padahal itu selimut baru dia laundry kemaren.

"Si anjir!! Giliran yang gratisan aja cepet bener."

"Hehehe. Aing mah gak bakal nolak sama yang gratisan, Ga," bela Radit yang udah lupa sama aksi mau mogok ngomongnya.

Namanya juga anak perantauan kalo sama yang  gratisan pasti garcep, Ga. Apalagi semodel Radit yang gak bakalan disia-siakan rezeki anak Sholeh kalo kata dia mah.

"BACOT SIYAH!!" omel Dirga sambil memakai mantel panjang nan tebalnya.

"Mau kemana?" Tanya Radit yang merhatiin Dirga memakai mantel musim dinginnya.

"Kerja lah. Emang lo tidur mulu mentang-mentang dibiayain sama pemerintah tinggal di sini," jawab Dirga.

"Lah, aing juga kerja, Ga. Kerja pake otak maksudnya."

"COT AH!"

Abis itu Radit cuma ketawa-ketawa ngeliat Dirga yang marah-marah sendiri karena nanggepin omongannya.

"Etapi bener dah, Ga. Lo ngapain juga capek-capek kerja kan dapet kiriman juga tiap bulan dari pemerintah. Kata aing mah, daripada kerja mending lo pake buat istirahat, Ga."

Bedanya Dirga sama Radit ini ya itu. Dirga masih mau capek-capek buat kerja disebuah  firma arsitektur terkenal di London di hari weekdays nya selepas pulang kuliah. Beda sama Radit yang lebih milih tidur selepas kuliah. Kalo kata Radit mah, "aing teh capek kuliah seharian, nguras otak jadi nggak perlu kerja lagi. Kan lebih capek kerja  otak daripada fisik." Gitu katanya.

Dirga memasukkan peralatan designnya ke dalam ransel hitam yang bakal dibawanya sambil manggut-manggut dengerin Radit ngomong.

"Gua kerja bukan karena duit sih, Dit. Kalo itu mah gua yakin gak bakalan kekurangan orang lancar juga kan tiap bulan kiriman kita?"

Radit ngangguk, "trus?"

"Pengalaman aja. Lagian gua kerja di perusahaan ini juga sebenarnya kan cuma gantiin prof. Albert doang yang lagi sibuk ngurus projects design di Amrik." Kali ini gantian si Radit yang angguk-angguk denger Dirga ngomong.

"Udah ah, gua caw. Kalo lo mau keluar jangan lupa konci apart taro di bawah keset," pesan Dirga sebelum ke luar kamar apartemen.

Survive di negeri orang emang nggak semudah apa yang otak pikirkan. Dari mulai adaptasi cuaca dan iklim yang ekstrim, budaya, sampe pergaulan, yang kalau nggak bisa ngehandle diri sendiri pasti bakalan kebawa arus dahsyat budaya Eropa. Mungkin Dirga kalau gak ketemu Radit dia bakalan kebawa sama arus pergaulan orang-orang Eropa. Ditambah kehidupan mahasiswa Indonesia yang kuliah di sini juga bisa dibilang amat  sangat Borjuis dan glamor sekali. Meski gak semua mahasiswa Indonesia yang begitu tapi kadang Dirga sampe geleng-geleng kepala liat yang begitu dan kebanyakan mahasiswa perempuan yang bakal mengikuti arus budayanya Eropa yang glamor.

Tapi ada satu mahasiswi yang menarik perhatian Dirga. Namanya Elisa. Dalam pandangan Dirga Elisa itu satu-satunya perempuan yang jalannya lurus, maksudnya gak ikut-ikutan terjerumus sama keglamorannya Eropa. Cuma Elisa yang bisa menarik perhatian Dirga dari banyaknya mahasiswa perempuan yang  cantik nan seksi di Coventry. Dan kayaknya dulu kalau Dirga nggak sksd dan nolongin Elisa waktu Elisa lagi kerepotan ngurusin pemberkasan di kampus, Dirga mungkin masih jadi jomblo ganteng sampe sekarang.

"Sorry, lama nunggu ya, Ga?"

Nah, nongol juga kan orang yang barusan lagi Dirga pikirin.

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Léon Delacroix

Léon Fréderic Gustave Delacroix wordt op 27 december 1867 in Sint-Joost-ten-Node geboren. Hij studeert rechten aan de Université libre de Bruxelles. Daar behaalt hij in 1889 het diploma van doctor in de rechten. Nadien vestigt hij zich als advocaat in Brussel.

Met de politiek houdt hij zich op dat moment niet bezig. Daarin komt pas in 1908 verandering wanneer hij voor de katholieken tot de…