After a spinning set in mid town in Miami a few weeks ago, both my brother and I wanted to get a little warmness into our stomachs, so we headed to Eight Street to La Carreta.  For those of you that don’t know La Carreta is a Cuban joint in the heart of little Havana that is open 24 hours.  The food is heavy, delicious and available with all kinds of fixings.

Brimstone ordered a Plantain soup, and I a black bean with Cuban bread.  A quick prayer to give thanks for the food and we dug in.

So if it is late night and you’ve got the stomach for some good grub, head over to La Carreta grab a fresh juice and some munchies for your soul.

It is still maddeningly unusually cold for almost April here in Tokyo.  I still am using three blankets to keep warm. I keep looking though my pics to warm me up and I came across this one I shot accidentally outside my grandmother’s house.  I sums it up for me.  Clear skies and warmth that bundle you up and let you be free.

Here I am in Tokyo, under a pile a blankets awaiting a spring that does not seem to come.  Day after day the weather is cold, or the skies open and icy rain falls from the heavens.  I am not sure why, but I do know that even on a day like today I would love to sit in the bleachers on a faceless soccer field and just let my heart bask in the glory that the Most High provides with the sun.  But, for now, I will bundle up, wrap a scarf around my neck and wait for those cherry blossoms to open, or will they?

I was fortunate that my brother Brimstone127 got hooked up with four tickets to Steel Pulse.  For those of you who don’t know they are one of my all time favorite reggae groups out of the UK.  Just seeing Steel Pulse would have been heights in and of its self, but I was blessed to be able to enjoy the vibrations with my close brothers, Abraham, Jaime and Brimstone127.

After the show and the drive down back to Miami we stopped off for some much needed nourishment at a late night pizza shop off 27th street, for last minute prayers, pizza and brotherhood.

The memories of the chakka chakka guitars and being with my bothers will stay in my heart, always.  Thanks to all who came out and added to the positive vibes that swirled around Revolution.

If you get the craving for gobs of fried food served up with ice cold beer and country music, then head down US1 to Alabama Jacks.  Alabama Jacks is a landmark for bikers, locals and tourists heading back to Miami from the Florida Keys.  We got the mixed party platter of conch fritters, fries, onion rings, Mozzarella sticks and jalapeno poppers.  After eating that plethora of fried goods, I think I am good for a few months.

Right on the water, where patrons can arrive by boat, you can sit lounge while listening to live (but annoying) country music.  See ya there.

I have only been back less than 24 hours, and already I am missing those luscious blue skies.  Those Miami skies that just go on from one horizon to the other.  The fluffy bits of white that are suspended from the heavens.  The most high’s canvas is spread out before my eyes.  This is my homage to the skies that cover the heads of all.  The rich, poor, the concrete and the natural are all covered by those blue skies of Miami.

I got to spend some time with friends over the weekend up in north Miami.  The windows spoke stories of the ever changing neighborhood.  The changes that happen slowly but sneak up on you and bite you when you are not paying attention.  Special shouts go to Brian and Naya.

Brimstone127 and I went over to hook up with the Brass King at Above Ground Music Studio for a rehearsal for an upcoming gig in two weeks or so.  It was fab to hook up with the Brass King and chill in a studio surrounded by all things hip hop including wall to wall vinyl.  Good word sound vibrations for all.

Got to see some good vibes being dropped on the Wheels of Fire by Brimstone127, and hosted by the first lady of Miami Culture, Soulflower.  We had a fire pit going keeping us all warm until the vibes lifted up our collective temperatures.