I recall first being introduced to the sound of Groundation in my high school years. I wasn’t really a reggae fan at the time, but was instantly captured by the mighty horn section, tight band, and socially conscious, poetic lyricism of Harrison Stafford, and his band Groundation.
I can still remember the first time I walked through Studio C. It’s raw in nature, but instantly feels like home. Something like your grandmothers living room meets the shed in your backyard that you and your high school friends would smoke crappy pot in. Time slips away, and you surrender your senses to the art.
 Poets, songwriters, and storytellers alike often relate the blossoms of Spring with earthly renaissance. The opalescent teal of a cumulus sky, parted at the horizon, giving way to verdant emerald flora.
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