Bobby at the front door.

When you discover reggae you have a choice, you can either follow Bobby through the door or you can stand on the door mat slapping hands with the biggest man in reggae. Bobby is a great fuckin’ artist, or was (may he rest in peace with Jah), but there are a lot of other great fellas inside that room too.

Me, I followed Bobby through that door and discovered the likes of Max Romeo, Eek-A-Mouse, Barrington Levy, Damien Marley, Clint Eastwood & General Saint, Dillinger, Beenie Man and Xavier Rudd, and let’s not forget the youngest Marley kid Ky-Mani (even though he is more rap than reggae). This is just a few names that I enjoy in the spirit of reggae, but the point is as follows; inside the reggae room there are a bunch of great bands and artists undiscovered by many because of the cherry at the front door. But inside you’ll discover great songs. Sweet feelings. Homophobic, yeah, but the music is not the less great. Every message out there can’t be perfect, but let’s be honest, reggae is a huge and wonderful thing.

Walk through that door, follow the man and keep slapping hands in every direction. Reggae is the freakin’ shit, I’m telling you!