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One band that really did send me into a Caribbean state of mind was The Wailers.
As I smoked the best crack money could buy, they pumped out the hits like a massive Reggae Kareoke Machine. No Woman No Cry sounded as good as ever. However, their idea to replace Bob with a young panel beater called Rob was a terrible mistake.
White, pale, and skinny, he looked well out of place ! Redemption Song suddenly loses all its magic when sung by a short man in an afro wig with a Scottish accent. (Bob must of been turning in his pineapple skin grave.)
It was a truly moving experience. It was so moving that I actually began enjoying the whole cultural carnival. By now I was thinking about the deeper meaning of Love and of caring and a sharing
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