Reggae that is. It has an effect on me, I can’t help myself. The music doesn’t grab me, that’s not its style. It puts its arm around my shoulder and we go down and up, altogether now, down and up. You feel your body drop low and your arms go high, your booty bumpedy bump while your hips swing slow. Everybody’s smiling, laughing or just plain gettin’down. And then, after an hour or two-it may even be as late as the next day-you really really need to shit.
No, really.
I’ve had about 7 today, I wasn’t even drinking*. Had an amazing burger in Ricks though, ugh, made my week…om nom nom
*eh….pinch of salt?
Tags: ska, reggae, to be taken with a pinch of salt, ricks burgers, reggae night at the button factory
