The Polish Ambassador

Lush Dubington

In a previous article, I wrote about how the music we listen to changes with the seasons.

For me, I seem to lock away my reggae and dance grooves, stow them somewhere deep inside my soul and leave them there in the dark of winter until the sun shines again the following year. I’ve had my sad, sleepy, tea-steeping songs on for weeks now and this morning, I came across a ray of sunshine I thought I’d share with you. 

The Polish Ambassador, aka David Sugalski, has been on my radar for a few years now. I’ve known his music in the hot sunshine, joining me in my car or on my paddleboard or out rock climbing and has been in the soundtrack to the better times of my life during this pandemic.

The more I read up on this guy, the more impressed I am. He’s a leading go-to on the EDM world stage, his studio is solar powered, he lives on a beautiful piece of property in the rolling hills of the California Sierra’s and has donated tens of thousands of dollars to charity. He strives to leave as small of a footprint as possible and I dig that kind of work ethic in todays world. 

On Oct. 29, The Polish Ambassador released his latest EP on his independent Jumpsuit Records label, ‘Lush Dubington,’ is a seven-song ensemble of sunlight infused reggae tempos, African percussions, hot saxophone solos, a smorgasbord of sounds sunbathed and on safari, it is a pure delight to have in your arsenal up here in Canada as the light of day becomes shorter and as the cold settles in. 

The first song, ‘Summertime,’ really sets the album’s tone. The swaying breeze that flows through palm trees is now migrating through the senses. Sean Haefeli not only collaborates on this album but he sings to you in a soft, subtle serenade throughout it. These two artists working together is like sprinkling cinnamon on slices of orange and sipping a fine tequila in the summer sun. Within the fusion of music, fingers dance along the guitar. Brass horns walk hand in hand with the harmonies. I listen to this EP and crave the smell of suntan lotion and steak on the grill. I reminisce in the wake of the music as the album unfolds.  

Listen on Spotify

Find it. Play it. It feels good.

Like dancing in a sunshower. Like hot, wet pavement under your feet. Sunlight dancing on the lake. The sizzle of hot sand in July. It’s all right there on this EP so if you’re in need of a lift as the snow falls down and the gloom of November sits on your soul like a fat frumpy bear, do not fear. Putting this album on is like hopping in a vintage, marlboro red, 68 Bel Air, putting the top down, feeling the sun and sea breeze on your face.

You’ll find me out there on the road, metaphorically speaking. My thumb stretched out, hawaiian t-shirt flapping in the wind, a suitcase by my feet, a coconut and rum concoction in the other hand, pink umbrella flapping in the wind, I’ll join you for the ride so I can feel the sunshine on my shoulders, even if only for a little while. Just drive, dear reader and crank up the sounds of The Polish Ambassador.

Trust ‘ol Shaner. You’ll be happy that you did.

Maybe the inner confines of my storage aren’t as secure as I once assumed. Perhaps the custodian of my soul needs those sunshine sounds, afterall. Who am I to complain, though?

I bet skiing to this album works just as nice as someone surfing to it. Try it out. Let me know what you think.

Cheers to the sounds of summer as the cold settles in. 

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The Okanagan’s been my home since I was born. Life has taken me across the planet several times and through that transient lifestyle I developed a journalistic style to my photography and to my writing. My influences would be that of James Nachtwey, Annie Lebovitz, Ashley Maile, Hunter S Thompson, Leonard Cohen, Tom Waits, Tom Robbins, Wes Anderson and Charles Bukowski. The world outside this incredible valley, its cultures and its mystery is what’s kept me working and trying to save my money, so I can keep getting back into the world. That’s the way it used to be. Covid has opened my eyes to the land I call my home and there are so many tales to tell right here in BC. From tales of the impoverished to the neglected to those who overcome adversity, to the spirit to overcome fear, the power of storytelling has never been more relevant. I’ve always been a storyteller. There’s a tale worth telling in every neighborhood. I just happen to write about what happens to me along the way and I’ve kept them close to my heart, hoping one day I’ll have an outlet so I can tell those stories the best way I know how; by writing them down. From adventures of long ago, both here or maybe far away, future interviews with musicians, artists of all kinds, the coverage of events, the people I meet along the way, whatever I get up to I intend to have you as my guest as I go back in time and dig up the bones of those old adventures or chase down new ones. Through the alchemy of storytelling, you can come along with me if you like. Before Covid-19 I was really coming into my own photographing live shows; punk rock bands, hip hop showcases, tattoo portraits, rock climbing adventures, Femme Fatale burlesque performances you name it, the phone was finally beginning to ring. Then Covid showed up like a hurricane and I guess it wiped us all out in one way or another. I have a real bone to pick with Covid-19 and if I can share some stories for our readers to enjoy, I’ll do that and when we can return to live music and to foreign travel and we can safely get to working on mending what’s been damaged I tell you I want to be ringside like Joe Rogan commentating on Covid getting its ass whooped. I want to see it tap out and watch us overcome this hardship, raise our collective hands triumphantly and move on into whatever new normal is waiting for us. I’ll be there and through my eyes, just like the boss man, Hunter himself, I’ll do it in Gonzo fashion and bring you kicking and screaming along with me. So hold on tight and dig in. It might not always be pretty but I won’t call it all ugly, neither. That’s for you to decide. My name is Shane Collins and I hope you’ll read along with me and our team here at


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