First poison day, Enthusiasts. Got me a recliner and a nurse to monitor my vitals. Just gonna sit here and not die.
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It is not sacrilegious to say that Jimmy Cliff sings Fire on the Mountain better than Garcia did; Jimmy Cliff sings everything better than everyone.
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Sure, Garcia did it, but Jimmy Cliff’s version is better. Jimmy Cliff’s version is always better.
Where do we go from here? Where do we go now?
I know I’ve posted this before, but a song this good should be played on repeat: there’s no better way to start a Saturday than with Jimmy Cliff teaching us the Jamaican version of “don’t poke the bear.”
Listen to this four or five times, hot rail a few lines of Folgers, and tackle a mailman.
Don’t hold with crackers in a field? How about rastas on an island?
“Guys, when I stop the car–and I am totally not kidding about this–let me talk to the cops.”
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Bobby asked the lady if she was Pigpen’s girlfriend. She was a bit confused and a tad offended; after being reminded that Pig had been dead for around a decade, Bobby was sad.
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“I heard your song Estimated Prophet. Bobby, why do you play reggae wrong?
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Attempting at humor, Bobby referred to himself as “Highly Selassie” and, you know: that’s their religion, so they got pissed and started goofing on him in a language that was still technically English, but no white guy from Mill Valley could ever comprehend.
(Side note: how sincere are Rastafarians? Not Chad with the dreads who goes home every other weekend to do his laundry, real Jamaican dudes. You know who I’m talking about: 5% body fat, holding a machete? I always figured they were at least 30 percent just making it up as they went, and clearly aware of the fact.)
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“Please don’t let Billy show up. Please don’t let Billy show up.”
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