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Last night, I attended my first dancehall stage show. I'm a Kingstonian woman and all of 35 so it's a little late to be a debutante, but there you have it. The occasion was the “Lime Beenie Man Sizzle” at the National Stadium. On the whole, it was an extremely entertaining experience. The music, the characters. At times it had the air of a well staged, larger than life farce, but like I said, extremely entertaining. Of course, it being my first time, I made several mistakes that the more savvy concert goer would probably have avoided.

Firstly I went way too early. I got there at a little past 10 p.m., parked, made my way through the bank of pan chicken vendors offering up their heady incense. Walked my faux model walk (a friendly gentleman said to me "baby, tek yuh time") through the grand stand seating, and, with the media pass given to me by my "links", made my way to the very front of the venue. I expectantly took my place in front of the stage with great anticipation, and, gasp ... arrived in time to see all the up and comers. Yay! Actually, not really. The trotting out of these lesser performers went on for hours, until at least 1.30 a.m. I knew none of these artistes (which was quite frankly expected) but then I realised, neither did the other patrons. It would have been painful were it not for the immense entertainment value
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