Bayfront Park Immersed in Good Vibes

Rounding the back ramparts of Bayfront park - the concrete speckled with people decked out in red, yellow, and green - I watched a cop saunter through the crowd. I caught up to him. “Sir,” I said, “I just saw you walking, and it seems you’re just as immersed in the laid back mentality as everybody else.” Under different circumstances - a time and place void of reggae vibes - this may have been considered a boldly spontaneous suggestion. Nevertheless, the time was night and the place was right. The amphitheatre was resonating with a syncopated Jamaican pulse like a seashell echoing the coast, the crashing ocean. I continued with the police officer: "If you don’t mind my asking, is there any reason whatsoever for you to be concerned about security on a night like this?”

Bayside Rocks Festival, Nov. 20th @ 2:00 pm

Mr. President’s face wasn’t the only one to grace Kathmandu’s streets. I saw Che and Bob silhouettes more than any other relevant contemporary figures, and I’d bet my Marley records that the “spirit of revolution” is the reason. These people - artists, musicians - instill lasting philosophies across international boundaries because their words belong to rhythms, melodies and dreams, which leads me to something a wise man once said: “one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.”