No Woman No Cry July 17, 2009
Posted by Michael in Travel.trackback
The best version of this song that I ever heard was in a little town in New Zealand called Nelson on the South Island.
There was this guy performing at a local bar who was sorta the one-man-band show. It was all acoustic, with a guitar, harp slung on his neck, cymbals on his knees, and percussion with the feet. It was mostly just fun stuff.
Then he did “No Woman No Cry.”
I don’t know exactly why, but I was moved by that song. Maybe I was jetlagged — this was our first night off the plane. But he really put some heart into this song.
Anyway, here is the original:
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homo
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>> I don’t know exactly why, but I was moved by that song
Wiserbud knows why.
Hahahahaha!
OK, so what’s the deal with dreadlocks?
How did THAT ever become fashionable?
I’ve even seen a couple of white dudes here in Idaho with dreads.
Don’t. Get. It.
OK, so what’s the deal with dreadlocks?
Rastafarianism and copious amounts of weed, brother.
“copious amounts of weed” may zap the motivation one needs to wash one’s hair. I was talking to a Jamaican about pot one day and made the mistake of calling it “dope”. He said “Mon, its herb…don call it “dope” dope is what you give a horse.”
Concrete Jungle and Rat Race are my favorite traks off of Babylon by Bus. I prefer the studio albums though.
I can see where this conversation is going.
OK, Wiser, listen to that song again, and pay attention to Bob Marley’s pitch control.
Seriously.
Notice exactly how he hits a note, and how he varies the tone quality. Note the half-tone declines; those aren’t easy. This song was a perfect showcase for his talent as a vocalist.
This song was a perfect showcase for his talent as a vocalist.
Yeth, yeth it wath. The man wath a geniuth.