On that tour, we went up the mountain to Nine Mile, where Bob grew up. His mother’s home was really nice and intact, with everything laid out the way they had it through their lives. His mother played piano and he did as well. The tour took us through the room that his gold records were hung on every wall.. There was a piano in that room that was definitely made in the late 1800’s. This thing was beautiful, but vintage and used. When I walked by it, I asked the guide if it would be okay to play it. He said “Of course” and I squirreled my way into the seat, awkwardly and uncomfortably (I didn’t even sit properly LOL.. I was nervous/excited)
I had to drop some “No Woman No Cry” and the tour guide rolled all over those words and melodies with only a style that a reggae man could do. He was gliding on it. It was an honor to be able to play that piano, in that room, on that day in the Marley home. Huge highlight for us!
My wife got me hip to the deep tracks of BM, from the beginning of our relationship. It always made me smile and chill out. No wonder she’s always got such great patience and strength. Always looking on the bright side. I can’t help but try to operate like that now, and it’s relieving to a lot of moments that I could be spending thinking about what’s wrong with everything. Hope you enjoy it 🙂
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