Got into a discussion over at Balloon Juice about reggie music, as yesterday was Bob Marley’s birthday.
If you haven’t yet, check out the biography “Marley” IT IS SPLAWESOME. It covers the flaws as well as the positives of the man. In particular, one of his daughters is visibly enraged at his multiple dalliances and his distance from his children. Eleven kids with seven different women.
Anyways, I am not here to talk about Bob Marley. Here to talk about the draft. Wait. Let me refresh my drink.
Here to talk about music. Shocking, I know?
In that discussion, someone mentioned how reggae music seemed to be much more in tune with aging musicians, where rock music has never gotten much beyond the young person’s dick-orientation.
In evidence, I agreed with a reference to Jimmy Cliff’s album of last year, Rebirth. It is a splendid batch of songs, produced by Tim Armstrong of Rancid.
Includes a more reggae, less punk version of Ruby Soho, from …And Out Come The Wolves, one of my favoritest albums.
His voice is still just sublime. And during a period when I have been channeling musicians who died young, too young; it is heartening to check a musician who still has vitality and such talent. And his connection with Armstrong, such a strong connection to a younger generation of music.
mikey, well, heck EVERYBODY really, mocks me for being so nuts about music. But I like almost every kind of music, and find connections EVERYWHERE. It’s all part of a huge underlying network of human achievement, and bands like the Mekons have connected art, theater, film and music in a way that is almost universally ignored.
Hey, did I mention that Jimmy Cliff also covers “Guns Of Brixton”?
Making music is, I think, one of the primal urges in human animals; right after sex, food, and killing each other. I would LIKE to think it is stronger than the urge to violence, but since in recent days it seems the urge to kill is actually stronger than the urge to fuck or eat, the issue is up for debate.
(Dennis Quaid has less rhythm than Ringo)
In any case, I continue to believe in humanity’s ability to create art, and architecture, to build and sing. It is pretty to think so, isn’t it?
When I feel bad, music helps me. When I feel glad, music adds to it. When I look for inspiration, musicians help provide. When I feel like there’s no future, music reminds me that there is. When I want to scream and rage, there is music that screams and rages. Music helps you drive fast and love slow. Humans make music so they don’t lose hope. Humans make music because they HAVE hope.
I wish I had talent for music.