Showing posts with label Reggae. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reggae. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

'Natty Dread' & 'Catch A Fire'


I'm reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, the fifth book of the famous teens with magic book series.

In it, the bumbling best friend Ron Weasley is named the prefect during their fifth year at the magic school. This perplexes everyong, especially Harry. During one scene, he battles his inner thoughts of jealousy because it was assumed that Harry would be named the prefect due to his previous histrionics at the school and battling evildoers.

He was the one that battled all of these powerful wizards and powers. Not Ron. Why is Ron the prefect?

This is interesting because for the first four books, Potter battles endlessly and to little avail to prevent his reputation from preceding him and downplaying his own celebrity.

Finally, he realizes that Ron is no better than him and that Ron didn't ask for the prefect's badge and didn't really want it. So, why be mad at him?

I feel this way about Bob Marley: Marley being Ron. I'm still not a huge fan of Marley's by any means. However, I can listen to his records and feeling pretty good about. And who was I to judge an artist based almost solely on his fandom -- the ussless, dumb public and the college kids that align him with marijuana.

Thanks to Harry Potter, I know understand Bob Marley.

Monday, March 29, 2010

'Exodus'

I used to hate reggae. Now I don't thanks to Bob Marley's "Exodus."

No, this album didn't turn me into a lover of the genre. I don't hate reggae anymore. I just don't feel anything for it. Which, actually, may be a lot more demeaning than actually hating it.

I find the music pointless. There's no real hooks and the song never goes anywhere. It's sophomoric, at best.

It's not necessarily bad in the same way that Creed is bad. It doesn't sound bad. The lyrics are overly appalling. The musicianship is, at the very least, efficient.

Reggae isn't bad and it isn't good the same way that elevator music or a score in a film isn't good or bad. It's filler. You want to smoke a bowl full of weed? You need to study for a mid-term? Need something humming in the background while you do something else?

Listen to reggae. It doesn't interfere or overwhelm. Yet, it doesn't impress.

What does impress? Thirteen rumored children to nine rumored women. Bobby!