I Don't Wanna See No Doc

Last week at the Ideas Festival, I was asked for the best "idea" I'd heard all week. There were many—Ham-flavored chicken was high on the list, asking the homeless to make their own bag lunches was fairly low. Regrettably, most of these ideas were dispensed after having imbibed a bit too much sauce—not me mind you, it was those sycophantic media elites doing the deed.

Anyway, probably the best idea I encountered in Aspen was as follows—Ta-Nehisi really needs to see more roots reggae shows. I figured this out at about 1 P.M., halfway through Pato Baton's live set. As a side note, Pato was a really cool dude. He stood off-stage afterwards and shook everyone's hands. Real low key.

Needless to say, this did not happen at the Ideas Festival. (If only, right?) He absolutely murdered it, and it left me remembering how much of a reggae-head I once was. Since I've returned, I've basically kept Gregory Isaacs on repeat. Here he rocking Night Nurse. The old rumor was that this joint is actually about coke. Greg is certainly acting the part.