there are two gigs coming up that you should sell your first born to get tickets to.
george clinton, and the wailers.
i haven’t seen clinton yet, but i did see the wailers, twice.
the first was with bob at western springs; a sparsely attended, but wicked gig.
(my now adult dreaded daughter was blissed out a couple of years ago when i reminded her that yes, she had seen bob marley and the wailers; atop my shoulders at western springs, as a three year old)
the second time; it was at a place in jamaica, called negril.
(i was in the country, resting from the rigours of an overenergetic life in new york, as it were.)
the wailers played at this outside bar on the cliffs, just out of town. it was a late afternoon gig; and about as relaxed as a sunday afternoon at the kings arms; but warmer, with better scenery.
so there i am, the sun’s going down, the waves are crashing on the rocks; i’ve got an icey cold beer in my hand, and other local delicacies at hand, and running around my head, and the wailers are about 30 feet away from me, creating magic.
i remember at the time thinking; “f##k, it dosen’t get much better than this”
i think what i’m saying is, go and see them.