I Can't Escape From Bob Marley
I go to get a haircut, Bob is there. No woman, no cry, yadda yadda etc etc. I go to a restaurant for lunch, and Bob's there, too. Worse, UB40 is also there. UB40 makes everything worse. Waterboarding? That shit ain't nothin' without a little "Red Red Wine" in the background.
Now I'm at Starbucks, and the Reggae Assault continues. It's not that I don't like Bob Marley - I do. Sorta. But it's like he's HAUNTING me today.
Oh Sweet Baby Jesus. They just started playing Mambo #5.
Maybe I should have just stayed home today.
Now I'm at Starbucks, and the Reggae Assault continues. It's not that I don't like Bob Marley - I do. Sorta. But it's like he's HAUNTING me today.
Oh Sweet Baby Jesus. They just started playing Mambo #5.
Maybe I should have just stayed home today.
coughed this up at 4:16 PM
6 El Commentos:
Interesting.
You know, when I went to Jamaica as part of that "corporate retreat" some years back, I heard no Bob Marley, but I did hear Mambo No. 5 incessantly. The worst was when our little busload of American business travelers pulled up to some "get the tourists drunk quick" kind of bar. We could hear local reggae playing inside as we were walking up to the door. But the moment our group stepped through, they cut the song and started playing Mambo No. 5 instead.
I think UB40 and Mambo No. 5 are the reggae equivalent of handing white people forks in Chinese restaurants.
Where is your barber/stylist? Is it a tiki barbershop or something?
Did you leave with dreads?
SN: That last sentence is golden. I could hardly agree more. It's compounded by the fact that UB40's biggest song is a Neil Diamond cover, reggae-ified with about as much class as a Weird Al version.
Be happy you didn't hear any Shaggy. Except, you probably did.
sn: the zing on that one-liner is almost audible. :)
p.doe: tiki barbershop! i would love that, but alas, my salon is "normal". and they play "KBIG" waaaay too much. i'm not sure i'd want a tiki haircut, though - i don't recall seeing any tikis with hair, and i'm not sure i'm ready for the cueball look just yet.
does it count if i left with a dread of reggae? *rimshot*
bm: i don't recall hearing any shaggy, but i also didn't check my ears for blood. it's possible that i could have missed it.
BM/GH: thanks, thanks~~
Regarding Shaggy, I must admit that I had to google the name to figure out who it was.
Sadly, it's true. And now, even more sadly, I have "Boombastic" firmly stuck in my head. Do I blame you? Do I blame google? Or do I just blame my wretched fate which has dragged me here?
Blame all three. I can't bear shouldering it all for Shaggy. The weight and the horror would have me weeping in a corner someone, chewing the wallpaper.
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