Very short blog post tonight as it’s getting late and I got engrossed in BBC4s wonderful documentary ‘Reggae Britannia’. When I was young I never really liked reggae, certainly in it’s pure Jamaican form. True we had the Police and the Clash, and then in Thatcher’s Britain the new ska of The Selecter and The Specials. But original reggae like The Wailers passed me by. And I hated UB40. I now recognise that I was very wrong. I have blogged before about The Smiths and for a while I agreed with Morrissey that ‘reggae is vile’. Of course Morrissey being Morrissey he has since stepped back from that comment and claimed he was being wilfully inflammatory – a fact that appears to be borne out by his ‘You Are The Quarry’ album being released on a reggae label.
I now realise that I was an idiot. I won’t admit to being an expert but my musical appreciation has widened to embrace to Bob Marley and Lee Scratch Perry and Max Romeo and Trojan records, to name but a few. I even like UB40 up to a point (that point being Red, Red Wine).
Apologies for the photo, the musician pictured is very much African. But being a white, middle class, Cheshire boy I have not got an awful lot of pictures that could really illustrate a blog about reggae music with. So I’m sorry but hope you understand.
And the message of the blog is really about widening horizons and realising that you can be wrong. You may not realise until years later but that’s part of growing up. I still don’t get RnB or boy bands but who knows, maybe in my 70s I’ll be writing a blog about Take That and admitting I was wrong*
*This will not happen