It could be the country boy in me propelling it, but it takes me quite a while to latch onto new trends. Whether it’s fashion, or appliances, or the latest gadget, the new “magic” food additive, or the new way men wear their pants, I’m usually one of the last people accepting the change. When the thing has value, I come to it, but I concede I’m usually getting there late. It’s not a resistance that has come with age; it was there in me as a youngster growing up in Vreed-en-Hoop and at Timehri.
It was there in me years later when I moved to Canada and became involved in the music business full-time. By the time I formed my second band, the totally new Tradewinds in 1966,