Ever since my dude Adam gave me a Bob Marley lesson to teach to the reggae-crazed kids at my high school, I've been diving head first into the experience that is Bob Marley. I've acquired the Legend CD and others, I've rented some Bob Marley DVDs from TSUTAYA (the Japanese equivalent of Blockbuster or Hollywood Video), and I even bought the biography, Catch a Fire.
What in the world is wrong with me? Actually, for me this is quite normal when I hear somebody for the first time and I fall in love with the music. I end up trying to get my hands on as many songs as I can. Hey, can't blame a guy for being a music fan, can ya? But you know, I have tons of CDs that I hardly listen to. Makes me wonder why I even make the effort.
Listening to Rasta Bob makes me miss my good ol' Uncle Rod. It was in his apartment 15 years ago that I first heard the Tuff Gong. I haven't seen or heard from the guy or my Aunt Val since I graduated from college. I don't even know if he's still in Birmingham or not. To my fam (Steven?), fill me in.
(By the way, check out Adam's cool blog.)
