Yeah, that's kind of what I meant about fucking with my head. I should have said, "fucked with my life," because I wondered about it enough to move halfway across the country to try to learn. ;) About both the music and the culture. Moving from Minnesota to Jamaica didn't seem wise, so I went to California, which is the next best thing. As you might imagine, Minnesota was not a hot bed of Caribbean culture, so there wasn't much to learn there.
Jah is the motivation and inspiration behind everything Rastafarians do. In theory, anyway. But people are still people, so Rastas living in Babylon have a lot of dichotomies to wrestle with.
I was about to ask why I never heard that song on the radio when I was a kid, until I read that it wasn't released until 2006. I'm a little surprised that no one at Motown pulled that tape out of mothballs to capitalize on Young or James' notoriety before that.
