No Loss of Innasense

Reggae sojourners 4:20 have changed names and places, but they stick together

Showtime at Mango's on Ocean Drive. A few moments before six on a Thursday evening, the reggae band once known as Innasense is milling about the postage-stamp stage -- checking gear, tweaking instruments, scanning the small happy-hour crowd for babes. 4:20 singer/keyboardist Jimi Dred sits on the side of the stage and tokes a spliff through a tangle of long blond dreads, then offers it to a friend sitting a few feet away.

Without a word or sign, the band assembles onstage, each musician moved by some inner guide, like iron filings before a magnet. The music starts with the same spontaneous ease, effortlessly sliding from one reggae dancehall song to another as if the band were one musician.

"We read each other's minds. We don't have song lists and never play the same show twice," says Dred. "We could play twelve hours and never repeat a song. At the end of each song, we'll look at each other, mostly me and the drummer [Peter McEvilley], and call a song, and we'll use the beat of whatever song we're playing to count out the next song."

Twelve years later, this musical roller-coaster ride is only just beginning
Steve Satterwhite
Twelve years later, this musical roller-coaster ride is only just beginning


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It's a style Dred says they got from playing with the band's dancehall DJ and singer Prince Patrick, and from vying for the hearts and hips of the audience in clubs dominated by turntables. (The band also includes Harold Estime on bass.)

With half the band into roots reggae and the rest fans of dancehall, 4:20 mixes the two into a bass-heavy sound with a beat that stays constant throughout each 30-minute stretch. Achieving these seamless sets didn't just happen over a season, but through many years of constant gigs.

The story of Innasense reads like a Viking saga -- a tale of a band starting out in the early days before South Beach was hip, traveling through a decade of cross-country Kerouac-ian adventures that have led as far away as Hawaii, and finally ending up back in Miami in that rarest of musical states -- stability. Innasense has boasted the same four core members from the beginning till now.

"It's the only security we can find -- that's probably why we've made it this long," says Dred, "because we've always been on the verge of success but never really got it, and we'll just keep trying. And then at this point after being together twelve years, we're like an aged bottle of wine, we're in demand. We can make a couple phone calls and line up a tour and go out and make money. And we can come to Miami and get a gig like that as a house band at Mango's."

The band started out as anything but stable -- a quick assemblage of players for a single tour of Belize in 1990, playing a song written in celebration of that country's ten years of independence. It was organized by the songwriter, a man named Scratch, and the only one of those originals to leave the group. Dred came down to Miami from Jacksonville, where his previous band had just parted ways. Up there he'd been camping on the beach and fishing for his dinner with a fellow bandmate. There was nowhere to go but up.

After the Belize stint, the band decided to give Miami a shot and landed regular gigs at the now defunct Tropics on Ocean Drive and at Sundays on the Bay in Key Biscayne. Bolstered by a Best Reggae Band vote in New Times for 1991, the band recorded an album, Run For Cover, and started on its touring odyssey.

One story of the early days shows a young band keeping reins on its hard-partying leader and wild man Scratch, who exploded inside a D.C. club one night when the bartender refused him a drink.

"He was cussing out the Ethiopians who owned the club," recounts Dred. "'You Ethiopians, you killed Haile Selassie, you fuckers.' I remember that night, we had to carry the guy out, one by the foot and one by the head, and took him to the RV and I had to lay on him for a half-hour till we drove away. And then he sobbed all night and fired everyone in the band. He was the leader of the band, but he was a nut."

For Scratch the end would come not long after, on a second tour of Belize and another wild rampage.

"He's like, 'Screw the tour, we're staying in Belize, and we're gonna live here forever and be happy,'" says Dred.

The rest of the guys wanted no part of it and went back to finish the U.S. tour, leaving the Belizian authorities to deal with the mad Scratch.

What remained of Innasense would end up in Hawaii, promoting a surprise hit -- a reggae version of "Always Something There to Remind Me" -- in heavy rotation on the islands' popular reggae radio stations, and living the life of rock stars. (They also hit big with "Everybody Loves a Rider" and "Book of Rules.") But what goes up must come down, especially in a market as small as the islands. When the wave of fame crested, the band returned to the mainland. Soon after they would drive to Lexington, Kentucky, for a gig that no one at the club had heard about.

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