Steve and Steady in Baytown, TX..1976-ish
During the mid-70’s I moved from Baltimore to Baytown, Texas…talk about “Culture ShocK’. I was a downtown CITY BOY. I din’t own a car and didn’t even have a Driver’s License. I moved from and very urban city to the heart of urban cowboy count literally. We would go from oil refinery jobs straight to Gilley’s.
I met a guy through my sister, named Bobby Threadgill. I knew the “Texas Threadgill” name because I’m musician and knew about Janis Joplin starting out in Austin, at Threadgill’s. Bobby was related to Kenneth Threadgill, somewhere down the line, or so he said. HE had started a band and asked if I would like to try out. I went to the rehearsal where Bobby had this total poser, mediocre songwriter doing his thing. It wasn’t my cup of tea……but……there was this guy from Trinidad, in a straw “skimmer’ straw hat, like John Dillinger wore, who play the steel drums. Man! HE WAS AMAZING. His name was “Steady”, Stedman Joseph and I left really impressed by this cool guy, amazing musician. We didn’t exchange numbers or anything but he was the best this about going over there.
Just before I had left Baltimore I had discovered reggae. I loved it. I was walking down the street in Baytown when I saw the first legit dreadlock Rasta I had ever seen. I hailed him and we started talking (And smoking a joint). His name was “Rabbi”. It turned out that HE was starting a band! My best friend, Charlie Gatewood played guitar, so I took him along.
And there….over behind the drum set….was STEADY!! Not only did he play steel pan, like a MASTER, he was, to this day, the best drummer I’ve ever played with. Maybe it was that fact that he THRILLED me with he way he played Soca and Calypso rhythms. He was a Montereys reggae drummer but I’ve never seen anything play Soca like him. He also played steel drums with 4 sticks, 2 in each hand. He was brilliant. Later, during PRESSURE days, he and, guitarist, Ras Abijah would busk playing jazz standards, songs that were still years out of my reach. We started my first reggae band and we called it “STEADY”, against his wishes. It was a lot of fun and I learned a lot about reggae.
I left that band moved back to Baltimore for a while. During that period Charlie and I ran into reggae legend, Keith Hudson, and did my first recording session. We flew Steady up from Baytown to do that session and it is around on YouTube to this day (See Keith Hudson “Troubles” and “Irie, Irie”…that’s us!). He flew home after.
“STEADY” had played for a calypso artist, Lord Brynner, who had changed to a reggae artist names Kade I Man. Brynner had hired us in Baytown/Houston several times. He wanted to get started in Austin so he looked me up. He had flown a young Trinidadian bassist Courtney Audain, down from New York to from this band. (Courtney is my best friend to this day!)
I called Steady, Rabbi and Adufo (both percussionists who had played with STEADY and Brynner) to come up from Baytown to form this band. We did our first show, my first reggae show in Austin, (that turned into 40 years of Austin reggae!) at Antone’s, a major Austin Blues venue. It was packed.
At some point “Steady” got busted for selling pot and fled to Trinidad. During the late 80’s I had become part of another reggae band, PRESSURE, in Austin. We had to replace our drummer and I knew how to contact “Steady”, who had become Ras Iginga Tafari. We played together for a couple of great years in PRESSURE….one day he quit the band.
PRESSURE at it’s height. One of the best bands I’ve ever played with.
L to R Ras Iginga-drums, me-guitar/vocals, Claude McCann,-keyboards/vocals Tom Robinson-sax, Courtney Audain-bass/vocals and Ras Abijah-lead guitar/vocals.
After that Iginga got into crack…It was an awful and steady (no pun) decline that eventually took everything from him. He was caught by the FBI and deported back to Trinidad where he declined and passed away. R.I.P. my friend.
Iginga and I laughed a lot and loved each other a lot. He was always smiling, back there on the drums. I am most grateful that I had him those good, very good years. I can’t believe the long history that we shared. We lived together in the road, played thousands of hours of great music, and were really good friend. I miss you very much, man.