MySpace Secret Show: Marley Bros.

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It was a quality show, and after eight or nine stellar tunes, his younger brother, Damian Marley, jumped on stage, and the two sang a few duos including “It Was Written,” “Welcome to Jamrock,” “All Night” and a few other ditties that we couldn’t catch the names of but sounded great up close and personal. Seeing as how the show was here in our backyard, it’s not surprising that those two weren’t the only Marleys in the building. It didn’t take long for Ziggy to join them on stage, and one of Bob’s youngest daughters, who looks JUST like him in the face, started singing back up as the male children chanted down babylon song after song. Stephen even acknowledged that his grandmother was in the club as well, and it was a miniature Marley Fest with less hype and more spontaneous elation. At this point, I guess we should big-up MySpace for putting all of this together. Truth be told, the energy and vibrations in the building actually did make it a better reggae show than Best of the Best. So shout-outs to MySpace. There, we said it twice.

P.S. Tom is still the devil. -- Jonathan Cunningham