I also remember always hearing Celine Dion blasting at high volume whenever I passed through volatile and dangerous neighborhoods, so much that it became a cue to me to walk, run or drive faster if I was ever in a neighborhood I didn’t know and heard Celine Dion mawking over the airwaves. I sometimes shared this anecdote with other Jamaican friends, only for them to laughingly comment that they had a similar practice. The unofficial rule seemed to be, “If you hear Celine Dion then you’re in the wrong place.”
Jamaican-American music critic Garnette Codogan, quoted in Carl Wilson’s LET’S TALK ABOUT LOVE: A Journey to the End of Taste. Which is the fourth 33 1/3 book I’ve read this week.