I have a story to tell, and I am certain you will want to hear it. Here goes:
My mother named me Reggie Gould. From I was as young as four years old, she saw my gift of music. One day, she felt I would become a great singer of reggae – Jamaica’s indigenous music that has taken the world with vibrations worthy of notice. My mother started to call me “Reggae” instead of Reggie, and my father said jokingly, “if you don’t get de gold record, you wi get de silver.”
From that day onwards, the name Reggae Silver has stuck to me like glue…
I left Jamaica for the Big Apple – New York - to study electronic engineering and to fulfill my parents’ wish – to be one of, if not, the best reggae star to come out of ‘the rock.’ While I was growing up, I tried to avoid even killing an ant, yet in my second year of university, I found myself in jail for armed robbery and attempted murder. How could that be? Was this a dream? If it was, I had to wake up and turn the other dream of musical success into reality.
“These bars naw (not) go hold mi,” was all I could tell myself each night when the doors of my cell slammed shut and reverberated against my ear. I will not attempt a jailbreak, I vowed to use determination to walk out that cell and into a recording studio, to sing my troubles away.
This is my story - a story you won’t stop reading until it says ‘the end.’ .