Funny you should post this now. Thinking about RKJ last week, I was looking for examples of people who are understood by their cultures in ways that others can’t quite get their heads around.
I kept thinking of a sleepy afternoon in the BVI’s when we were just about the only yanks in a restaurant. The staff and crowd were mostly locals. Reggae had been on the radio all afternoon when a Bob Marley song came on. Just for a moment, everything stopped. Some of the staff started humming or singing along, others swayed in rhythm with the song, but for a minute or so, no drinks were stirred. It was as if a hymn or an anthem was floating in the air. I love Marley, but in that moment I realized there are some messages in his words that I will never hear.
This song as sung by Marley is just stupifyingly great. By the time he’s sung:
“I remember when we used to sit
in the government yard in Trenchtown”
I am done.
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Funny you should post this now. Thinking about RKJ last week, I was looking for examples of people who are understood by their cultures in ways that others can’t quite get their heads around.
I kept thinking of a sleepy afternoon in the BVI’s when we were just about the only yanks in a restaurant. The staff and crowd were mostly locals. Reggae had been on the radio all afternoon when a Bob Marley song came on. Just for a moment, everything stopped. Some of the staff started humming or singing along, others swayed in rhythm with the song, but for a minute or so, no drinks were stirred. It was as if a hymn or an anthem was floating in the air. I love Marley, but in that moment I realized there are some messages in his words that I will never hear.
This song as sung by Marley is just stupifyingly great. By the time he’s sung:
“I remember when we used to sit
in the government yard in Trenchtown”
I am done.