It's my man's birthday. I'm taking him out tonight.


He tells a story of being a young boy in Jamaica. Once for a whole week there was buzz around town that Bob Marley was coming, Bob Marley was going to be at the grocery store. It was a big deal, an important event.

The day arrived and S. said there were so many people crowded around the grocery it was impossible to get anywhere near it. Bob Marley. Everybody listen.

It wasn't Bob Marley, though. It was Bob Marley's newly released album that the shopkeeper was playing loud enough for the people in town to hear.


Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look
Yes some say it's just part of it
We've got to fulfill the Book

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom
Cause all I ever had
Redemption songs
All I ever had
Redemption songs
These songs of freedom
Songs of freedom.

A most happy birthday, my love.