Weirder than your average though, it certainly seems to be the odd one out on my copy of The Best of Bob Marley 1968 - 1972 on which it's credited to B. Marley - the most rudimentary of searches reveals the writer in fact to be Glen Adams. Over the years I've probably spent a few minutes pondering the meaning of the lyrics. I can't remember if I'd come to any conclusions, but if I had they were wrong.
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It's got Perry's fingerprints all over it. Didn't see Reg Brit but did catch BBC4's Stevie Winwood spesh last night. Great film. There was a clip where he switched on his trusty Hammond and was waiting for it to warm up - the very antithesis of how we all live our lives today.
ReplyDeleteYou mean modern life's a bit of a frantic rush? I'm as guilty as the next man. I remember dashing down to a tube platform and being absolutely outraged when I saw the next train would be in seven minutes time. And I just can't do that slow food thing - I always wolf my food down.
ReplyDeleteBut I did buy an old fashioned camera the other day. I'm still getting used to having to take a whole film's worth of pictures and then waiting for them to be developed before I can see any of the images.
I've written a couple of letters recently. That was very therapeutic. Since the move I'm also making lots of bread (and I mean lots of bread - watch this blog for details) and I've just got a new pair of walking boots. Help! I'm turning into my dad.
ReplyDeleteI've got the two massive hurdles of rugby union and jazz to clear before I turn into my dad.
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