shakahislop
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i hate all dub as well. all of it. it make me feel physically sick.
Sounds like you've forged some unfortunate associations with his music, which is what this thread's about really.
And of every backpacker cafe in the world
It reminds me of feeling sick in the back of a car
as corpsey accurately guessed, it all has bad associations. not the 'oh students like it bob marley posters' ones. not aesthetic ones. i don't know where it comes from. it feels physically bad to listen to
being an 80s kid in the states, this was pretty much my intro to anything reggae (we're not counting the police are we? I'm not counting them, and never cared much for them) - caned all over mtv and the radio in 82 - reminds me of summers off from school which seemed like it would be without end (after all, it was months, MONTHS without school - all that worry and frustration, humiliation, etc. gone)
They actually beat Michael Jackson as the first black artists to be played on MTV.
I mean, it's probably not considered acceptable for a US selector either, but you gotta consider I was only like 10 years old at the time and had yet to be exposed to a wider musical world (also didn't even know of the concept of college radio) and I was just growing up bouncing between two pretty ordinary suburban communities in Lexington, KY so if it didn't exist on regular commercial pop/rock radio or mtv, I was pretty insulated from it except for hip hop which I did go out of my way to dig for, and also with the help some cousins that lived in the north part of the city where they were getting exposed the most while living in a more black neighborhood (not that there weren't also black kids in my neighborhoods, but they weren't circulating tapes from NYC radio stations, as far as I know, and there also weren't record stores in my hoods as a good as the one closer to where they were - even picked up some of my first non hip hop "underground" stuff there).
and I didn't really start "digging" for anything outside of hip hop until a few years later after I moved to Greenville, SC, and even then it was still a couple of years before I fell in with the "wrong crowd" and found out about that record store I posted about in another thread.