This Bob Marley story just wouldn’t work in Spain. Most people here don’t know he’s dead yet.
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Like the BBC trying to get an interview with him last year?
God, I’d forgotten that. Still, the Beeb would find it difficult to match the sheer in-depth backwardness of the Spanish music scene. A cool ex used to play keyboards with a charanga for village fiestas, where she and her cocained-up fat old colleagues with their repertoire of poorly memorised Michael Jackson and George Michael hits were greeted with scenes of rapture that the real articles struggled to match even in their heyday.
Sounds like a typical festa major concert. Call me a cynical bastard, but fat coked out guys imitating the gloved one sounds like a spectacle not to be missed!