Category Archives: MPQ – HerStory / HerWords

MPQ’s Response to Where Have All the Music Magazines Gone?

My Response to “Where Have All the Music Magazines Gone?”
Aaron Gilbreath| Longreads | Dec. 2018

By M. Peggy Quattro

Reggae Report International Magazine began as a one-page newsletter in 1983. However, my interest in, and commitment to, spreading the music and message began years earlier. One day, I promised myself, I would do all that I could to get the word out to a world of fans I knew were there – fans ready for and waiting for Reggae.

Remember, Reggae, as most of the universe knows it today, was born in Jamaica in the late 60s-early 70s, proudly rising on the shoulders of Ska and Rocksteady. 1983 was considered to be in the early stages of this Reggae phenomenon. I knew branching out was going to be a long, hard road to hoe…but hey, let’s get started! Continue reading

MPeggyQ – the Beginning of the Story – Watch deh Ride!

It Starts at the Beginning – Childhood, Europe, & entering the Reggae business – All Based around Music!

January 29, 2008 – Miami, Florida
Greetings and welcome to my blog. It’s hard to believe that it’s been 25 years since the first Reggae Report was printed. In 1983, Michael “Mikey Zappow” Williams and I decided it was time to spread the word–and music. So a one-page newsletter, filled with local and JA news and upcoming and past events, was hand-delivered to Reggae record shops and West Indian restaurants throughout Miami and Ft. Lauderdale. Oh, we got the looks…Mikey-famous as the band leader and bass player of Zap Pow and writer and performer of “This is Reggae Music,” and me, a nice Italian girl from Ohio (via Miami and Europe) who worked for Marley’s manager Don Taylor and producer Joe Gibbs, fresh from directing a major 4-day Reggae festival with my good friend and mentor Clint O’Neil, armed with a tape recorder, camera, and tenacity — and people looked at us like we had two heads… well, actually we did… two smiling, happy heads working together for one goal, one objective — to tell the world about Reggae music. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself here. Next time, I’ll start at the beginning…the first time I ever heard the one drop, the bass thump, and the message music that touched my soul and heart forever. Irie!

March 14, 2008 – Miami, Florida
Growing up in a musical family, I was surrounded by music. I thought it was quite normal to have a live band playing in the dining room every week. My father, a musician since youth, had been playing music with his father and brothers for many years, until World War II separated them, and then everything changed. Fast forward to his return, getting married, having kids, working in the steel mill, but his love for music and performing never changed. He formed a band with some friends, playing guitar and mandolin, did some singing, and it really was the only time I would see him happy. I found it made me happy too. So I always hung around, watching, learning, and discovering that music was a source of happiness…not only for me, but for those guys who played, and for the people who listened and danced. I never had the opportunity to learn to play an instrument, but I knew I was a musician at heart…and soul. Continue reading