A couple of weeks ago, tanned and dazed, I stumbled off a plane from Trinidad into Toronto's deep February cold. Somehow, I managed to pull myself together a few days later to write and deliver this talk, at the Drake Underground, on Port-of-Spain's finest: no, not Trinidad James, ya big dummy! NICKI MINAJ.
Thanks to Emily and Charles at Little Brother Magazine for asking me, and the Toronto Arts Council for paying me to say the f-word and the p-word a bunch of times. I had a lot of fun. (Hear the rest of the talks!)