Rode to Nine Mile on a bus full of Bob’s old friends. Ska era Wailers blasting. The sky was still black.
Once I get on Wi-Fi, I have some pretty incredible video to show you from the sun rising and drums and voices raging at Nine Mile.
Lenni I-Music and I had to be at Chinna’s yard by 2:30 am to get here before sunrise. The trek was a reminder what the world would have missed if Bob never came down from these mountains.
But I also had a vision of Peter Tosh and Bob alive today had they not made it so big. Fame is cruel, especially to be undiscovered or forgotten.
Imagine if Bob never moves to Trench Town for instance. Comes down in his 30s to the city and records some Mento songs and sings at a hotel. Never heard from again. Because reggae never happened.
What would Jimi have become if he stayed in Seattle in the 1960s? A janitor.
Robert Nesta Marley was born on 6 February 1945, he died on 11 May 1981.
Some moments from Trench Town. It’s definitely not like any neighborhood I have seen before. I had the feeling of the Lost Boys outsmarting the Captain and the Crocodile.
Nice Hungarian couple all tuckered out on return from our 3 am journey to 9 Mile, where Bob and his mother rest. This little guy had a blast in that village.
Not all the Rastas could fit in the bus. The caravan was led by a pickup truck with Lenni I-Music. Imagine sitting this chill on edge of a pick up racing and bouncing through 2 lane roads and blind corners. Jam Rock.
