Bob Marley & The Wailers – Natty Dread (1974)
Question at a recent trivia night I attended in Kingston: What is the name of the Tom Petty song commonly referred to as Roll Another Joint?
My Answer: You Don’t Know How it Feels (due to the line, “let’s get to the point let’s roll another joint.”
Trivia Venue Answer: Mary Jane’s Last Dance (ostensibly due to the cannabis reference in the song title)
Fortunately, our team won the round anyways, but I was torn.
Do I become ‘that guy’ and say something to the host? If I don’t, what will happen if people leave the venue with this misinformation left un-corrected??
Sensing any sentence I speak that starts with “actually, it’s called…” would be less than warmly received, I elected to take off my insufferable know-it-all hat for one evening and do nothing.
I suppose you can’t spell trivial without its first six letters.
Part of what stopped me from behaving as a ‘know-it-all’?
1. A core belief that if someone behaves like they know-it-all, they’re proving how much they really, really don’t know!
2. I really, really don’t know it all, as evidenced by two of my long-held Bob Marley misconceptions.
a. In Green Jelly’s 3 Little Pigs video (at 2:10), for the last 22 years I thought the lyric was “then one day he was cranking UP a Marley…” As the pig is shown passing a joint, I figured ‘Bob Marley’ was another synonym for ‘Marijuana cigarette.’
Turns out, the lyric is “cranking OUT Bob Marley.”
b. I definitely didn’t always believe this but after Natty Dread, I now agree with the masses: cranking OUT Bob Marley is exactly what ought to be done.
My thanks to 1537 for his recent, wonderful Natty Dread post: his enthusiasm for the record (and simultaneous disdain for using the terms reggae, Marley, and dope-smoking interchangeably) encouraged me to give this a chance.
Once again, I endeavored to put together a track-by-track analytic post but this won’t be the time or the place. Natty Dread just doesn’t feel like an album to type along with.
It does however feel like one that worked exceptionally well in the car, driving with the windows down on hot summer days.
It’s a proper start-t0-finish album and Them Belly Full might be 1974’s finest track.
More importantly, it’s great to have some misinformation corrected: I’ve learned there’s much more to the man and his music than the dorm room posters & weed euphemisms.
Nothing quite that trivial about Natty Dread at least.