It was 30 years ago today that the world lost a great voice for free expression, political activism and positive movement. I was only four years old when he passed, but I already knew him well because of my musically-inclined mother. I grew up in a home filled with music, free-thought and higher philosophical pursuits other than monetary success and American excess (probably why I’m dedicated to a lifestyle of that of a starving artist, incidentally). I’d like to think Bob Marley played a part in that. Thanks Bob.
Emancipate yourself from mental slavery. Give it a shot, at least. Or pick up a guitar and say what’s on your mind. I’m behind you.
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