There's something to listening to a bouncy reggae album about places you've never been, about issues that don't directly impact your life. Or don't seem to. I'm sure they do, in some way. Even without understanding the lyrics here, this album feels political, like it has something to say.
This is music that I could listen to with a cat walking around and over my lap, and this is music that I could dance to with 20 good friends for hours. it's music that works with a cup of coffee that's trying to tell me a strong narrative. I don't usually listen to music so versatile.
There are times when I can't quite tell if he's making fun of America and other countries. I think he is? I'm not entirely sure. I'm enjoying getting lost in the bliss of not knowing what he's talking about it. His French singing is addictive in a lot of ways. The phrase "Ou aller ou" just sounds good, even if you don't understand it.
This is an album that really only works in French. "Africain à Paris" is probably my favorite here. I could dance to it for many hours.
I would sit for many hours under a hot sun to hear Tiken Jah Fakoly play music. I would sit there for eight straight hours. Song after song would play and I would be pretty happy. I picture myself in a park somewhere. I picture myself eating hot dogs. I picture myself with good friends. And I picture myself with Tiken Jah Fakoly. Nothing too crazy or wild. Just me and him and some good times.
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I too often picture myself eating hot dogs.
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