Also on my iPod is a Luaka Bop compilation of African psychedelic reggae. Long jams, sweet 70s-style production, horns, echo, delay, tons of percussion, incomprehensible lyrics. Every time it comes across on shuffle, I feel like I’m back in the DR, drinking Presidente beer and burying my feet in the sand. And typing that sentence with my cold, dry and cracked fingers while staring into a blinking 17” monitor, overlooking a parking lot full of salt-stained cars, brown ice and black snow… well it almost made me cry. I love winter but I also love beer + warmth + vacation.
Damn.
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