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Thursday Tunes: Bob Marley..."Is This Love"

It's hard to narrow down ONE single, solitary Bob Marley song that I love. Ever since I was 8 years old, and stumbled across my father's old, dusty copy of "Legend"....I was hooked. I would clean my room to Bob Marley ,shaking my 2 little curly ponytails and dancing..... I've always loved reggae..

Robert Nesta Marley may be more famous for his brood of children as well as his massive body of influential work. Born in St. Anne Parish Feb 6 1945, to a white plantation owner and an 18 year old Jamaican girl (Cedella Booker). he recognized his "double consciousness" and duality as a biracial Jamaican but was most influenced by Rastafarian movements and Marcus Garvey. Later in life, he joined Bunny Wailer, Joe Higgs, and the Peter Tosh (also one of my fav artist btw....) as The Wailers. I could go on and on about the history of Bob Marley, the influence of his music, all his concubines and kids(lol)...but most audiophiles already know..... Bob Marley IS reggae to some.... My fav album is "Exodus"...it's just...sheer perfection

I chose the live version of "Is this Love"....one of my fav Bob Marley songs ever. It's a simple, sweet little love song. About a boy..who loves a girl..and wants to give her the world (and some good love)..in the most simplest of ways...because what he feels is love...and doesn't care!

My Fav lyrics:


I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I I'm willing and able,
So I throw my cards on your table!
See: I want to love ya, I want to love and treat ya,
love and treat ya right.

I want to love you every day and every night,
We'll be together, with a roof right over our heads!
We'll share the shelter of my single bed,
We'll share the same room, yeah! Jah provide the bread.
We'll share the shelter of my single bed





This song just makes you wanna fly to Jamaica and make love on the beach...(or maybe that's just me....)

I love Robert Nesta Marley! He reigns forever! :)

Comments

  1. Love, love all things Bob Marley. Very nostalgic for me, since our parents used to play those albums OUT when we were young.

    I guess Derek had the same early experience, cuz its what led us to give Chase his middle name.

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  2. Why did I forget the baby's middle name!!! Oh yeah...well.. we are a def a generation that grew up on Marley

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