Kala Kenyatte, a big man, and a fixture on the Humboldt music scene, died Thursday morning at around 3 a.m. at Mad River Hospital due to renal and congestive heart failure, the result of ongoing health problems related to diabetes.

Born George Allen Dixon on Oct. 16, 1946 in Westchester, Virginia, Kala was active in sports, football, basketball, and baseball in high school and junior high. In later years he played with the Blue Lake Yacht Club in the local beer league.

He joined the Air Force after high school and was stationed in Ventura, fulfilling a dream to live in California, “where it’s always sunny.” Post military he found work assisting developmentally disabled adults, who he saw as “his kids.”

He had a lifelong love of music. In a 2003 interview with the Journal he said he “grew up with gospel and blues. Ever since I was a kid it was gospel. To make a long story short, when I came to California, I was playing blues and rock ‘n’ roll, then around 1975 things went haywire for me: a lot of drugs and lot of craziness. I was living in this haze.

“Then I found reggae; it was my new gospel. I’ve been playing it since around 1980. I quit drugs, grew my dreadlocks and got into the music. … I’d say up until the day I started growing my dreadlocks, there was something missing. I’ve learned so much since then about my heritage and my culture.”

When he moved to Humboldt in 1985, he returned to his blues roots, playing with Buddy Brown, Teddy Taylor and others in the Jambalaya blues jam crowd.

In 1987 he assembled his first reggae band, The World Peace Band with Teddy Taylor, Jim Stuttsman, Albert Raymond, Rick Bend, Jodie Montgomery and Madi Simmons among others. He had other combos over the years with breaks due to health problems. He said he’d had several heart attacks.

His friend Calvin Hall visited him in the hospital this week. Hall said music was still on his mind. “When I went to see him Tuesday night the foremost thing on his mind was, ‘Are we going to put another band together?'”

The last lineup of musicians he played with was known as Kala Kenyatte and the Sound of Truth with the Horns of Justice.

“We try to keep the spirituality that’s true to the reggae form,” he said. “And when we do covers, I try to choose songs that have some kind of message.”

Not that he took it too seriously. One of that band’s crowd pleasers was something they called “Babylon Revisited,” a reggae version of “Stayin’ Alive” the theme song to the John Travolta disco movie Saturday Night Fever. The adaptation was Kala’s idea. “I changed the words around to reflect what a Rasta would say,” he explained. “You can tell by the way I use my walk I’m a Rastaman, no idle talk. Music hard, woman soft, been Babylon kicked since I was born. But it’s alright, it’s OK, you can look the other way. You can try to overstand Babylon’s effects on man. Reggae music crashin’; dreadlocks dem a flashin’. Stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive. Babylon quakin’; baldheads dem a shakin’. Stayin’ alive; stayin’ alive.'” 

George “Kala Kenyatte” Dixon leaves behind six children: Deric and Allen Dixon, Kahle and Adia Morris, Danielle Thrasher and Christina Luttrull, who met her father for the first time shortly before his death after finding him via Facebook. 

 A local celebration of his life is set for for Thursday, March 15, at the Jambalaya in Arcata starting at 9 p.m. Host Madi Simmons will sing with the reggae band The Mighty Redwood Ambasadors; he’s hoping some of Kala’s former blue jam compadres will play too. One thing for certain, stories will be told about the big man who’s gone.

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  1. What a shame to lose a friend, musican, and over all good man. The last time i talked with Kala via Facebook, we were discussing doing a reunion of the World Peace Band later this year, which I was totally onboard.
    Kala was instrumental in letting me cut my teeth on being a reggae bass player and for that, I shall be truly grateful always. That experience also let me play with some of the best musicians in Humboldt at the time and gave my career a huge boost.
    I am truly sorry that I am not going to be able to make the trip back home for the tribute at the Jambalaya to see some old friends and play some music – perhaps we can try it again soon.
    Pleasant Be Thy Journey Bubba – Rest In Peace…

    ~ James “Flimby” Stutsman

  2. Kala Kenyata was one of the coolest dudes I’ve ever known. I met him back in 1985 when I was a student at HSU and he had just moved here. He was always very kind and encouraging to me and I always appreciated his friendship. The last time I saw Kala was about a month ago in front of Ace Hardware on 9th by the Coop. I was riding my bicycle down the H Street hill and saw a young man in front of one of the shops and said to myself “that guy looks just like Kala.” I turned on 9th to go to the Coop and as soon as I got to the corner of 9th & “I” there was Kala. We embraced and said how long it had been since we last saw each other and talked for about 45 minutes until it was time for my bus. I told him that I had just seen a guy that looked like him on H and he told me that was his son. Ha, ha… We parted and I was left with that very nice warm feeling of having seen an old friend. Little did I know that it was the last time. As was usual he told me to hang in there… I’ll always remember that and cherish the memory. I wish I could attend the celebration of his life on Mar 13 but I will be there in spirit for sure! He was a friend…

  3. I was very saddened to hear of Kala’s passing. I met him back around ’86 or ’87, and he was always very positive and supportive of my budding musical endeavors. He had a way of making you feel like you were doing something special. I filled in on bass a few times in the World Peace Band, and it was always a blast. He was one of those people that made the things he got involved with seem just a little larger and more happening than usual. I had a nice chat with him around six months ago, and he was his typical positive self…I had no idea it was the last conversation. Godspeed brother.

  4. The BEST birthday party/gig I’ve EVER had was sharing the bill@ the Mckinnleyville Grange w/Kala. My band, LAKOTA, plus Kala Kenyatte, & I believe, his ‘Fire & Thunder’ band packed the spot & brought the FUNK! The unprecedented coupling of Hip Hop, Reggae, Metal & Gospel put the HUGE croud into a whirlwind frenzy! A vividly spectacular memory 20+yrs later. He was always an inspiration musically, a true Soul singer. What I respected most, was how he’d sing, as He’d speak, straight from the heart. Kala was funny, sincere and a good friend. Years later, living in same Apt. complex, many hours passed bouncing music theories & philosophies off eachother. I’ll miss him, as will the community. A bonifide Humboldt Pioneer has flown far away, for good. Gratitude for the wonderful times, Soul Man; be at PEACE 4EVER, My Brutha!
    -Manifest

  5. Please note, the celebration at the Jambalaya in on Thursday, March 15. An earlier version of this story had the day and date wrong.

  6. Kala you will be missed by all that knew you! Everyone is encouraged to meet at moonstone beach sunday at 2 pm then Humbrews at 4 pm. Anybody that loved him and wants to be with like minded people, please attend

  7. Kala was the first person I met when I moved to Humboclot in 91…I remember when the LA riots were raging and Kala played the Arcata Square in show of solidarity. The man came out with a red hot! rendition of Burnin’ n Lootin’!! Arcata almost bun up! Nuf Raspect to Kingman Kala. Rest In Power my brother.

  8. Kala was a different kind of man. He had strong passion for people, sports, music, his children and JAH. He touched so many and I am so grateful to have been blessed to have him in my life. While he knew his time was coming soon, he was planning one more barb-e-que where he could be joined by his neighbors, friends and family. Thank you to all that loved him, and thank you Kala Man for letting us love you.

  9. I have the DAT tapes that Kala and I worked on of his stuff and I am going to hopefully find before thursday………. last time I saw him was right before the start of the Kinetic Sculpture Race 2011. It was cool. only a few days before, he had contacted me about doing a band again and of course I was 100% YESSSSS! It struck me how preoccupied I was with the thought of doing music with him again on a day that was so busy for me. And this was Race Day Saturday, after the noon whistle had gone off and the race had started
    I was 89% Kala Band and maybe 11% KSR!!!
    Hope to see you all Thursday Nite……with DAT tapes in hand!!! s.s.f.
    sincerely,
    justin hobart brown

  10. first time i met kala that i know of was when i joined yet another softball team the BLUE LAKE YACHT CLUB 13 years or so ago he was playing short stop iwas very impressed at the quality of play for such a big felllow and also getting up there in age. glad i just saw him at petes super bowl party

  11. I had the pleasure of playing drums in the band,, “Kala Kenyatte & the Sounds of Truth” for a few years. It truly was an amazing experience. Kala was one of the most passionate men I have ever know. Music was his life and his religion. A caring soul, when push came to shove, he was a man who would stand by you and give you those needed words of wisdom and encouragement. I enjoyed his sense of humor, and we spent plenty of time in the throws of laughter over the simplest of life’s musings. The moments we shared on stage are etched in my spirit. He never failed to help lift the vibes to amazing Ites at every show. He always gave his all. I am truly saddened for our communities loss, but confident he is now pure music, the form he always strived for here on earth. Kala…big up and maximum respect. You will be truly missed my brother. One love, One Energy.

  12. I met Kala in 1985. I lived in an apartment in Ventura on the second floor right above Kala’s place. One Saturday morning I was awakened by bass guitar and couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. I wasn’t very happy the first time it happened. Then I met the man behind the music. Kayla became a neighbor that I enjoyed seeing around the place. It wasn’t long before I looked forward to Saturday mornings. I would grab a cup of coffee and go downstairs to watch him play. Great memories.

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