Blog: L.A. RECORD

Have you ever had someone from the periphery of your experience suddenly come into full focus, like the goofy kid who rises up to become the songwriter of your band, or your friend’s mousy sister who turns out to be the hottest fuck of your life (and then your soul mate)? This is how I feel in the afterglow of seeing Jimmy Cliff at Friday night’s secret show. I admit, I’d always kind of tucked Jimmy Cliff away into the background of my Jamaican music appreciation. I saw him as the cool older brother of Bob Marley, less [...]