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What One Love Frequency is

A short, plain explanation — no mission-statement language.

Elderly street musicians performing in Cuba

A place to put Caribbean music and pictures where people will actually see them

One Love Frequency is a platform for Caribbean and Afro-Caribbean creators — musicians, producers, engineers, photographers, anyone documenting the culture. You make an account, you upload a track or a photo with a caption, and it goes into one public stream that anybody can browse without signing up.

That is genuinely the whole product. There is no discovery algorithm to satisfy, no editorial team approving submissions, and no paid tier that gets your post seen. The stream is chronological because the alternative means somebody decides whose work matters, and that decision has historically not gone well for music from this part of the world.

0 Creators posting
0 Islands & diaspora cities
0 Genres represented

The rules

Four things worth stating outright

01

You keep your rights

One Love Frequency claims no ownership of anything you post. No licence grab buried in the terms. It is your work and it stays your work.

02

Post only what is yours

Every upload asks you to confirm you own the rights. Posting somebody else's music or photographs as your own gets it removed and the account closed.

03

Anyone can report anything

Every card in the stream carries a report button. Reports are private and go to a human, not to a filter.

04

Browsing needs no account

The stream and every profile are public. You only need to sign up if you want to post something yourself.

Who it is for

Not only the people with a release schedule

Rough mixes count. Rehearsal recordings count. A phone photo of a panyard at two in the morning counts. One Love Frequency is not a portfolio site and it is not a distributor — it is closer to a public noticeboard for work that is actually happening.

If you are an archivist sitting on cassettes nobody has digitised, that counts double. A lot of this music has only ever existed in one room, on one tape, and the people who could tell you about it are getting older.

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