What happens to a dancehall reggae artist retired? Does he dry up, like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore, and then run? No. He moves to East New York and is attacked by a ninja-like swordsman.
Major Mackerel—remember him, from back in the day? 'Dutty Bungle?' 'Pretty Looks Done?' Well if you really liked dancehall you probably would. But in an interesting insight into what musical artists do after their time in the spotlight is over, Major Mackerel's now living a quiet life in Brooklyn. Until yesterday, when he fell victim to that most urban of crimes: a samurai sword attack, by an irate neighbor. Major, what happened out there?
"I was singing my song, then I see him with a sword," he said.