Jet-Fret Life (the Battle of Midway) - First Portion

You know about my travel-troubles already. Flew to airports 6 times- went nowhere (fast), and it took two days.
The net effect of my traveling and time was, effectively, this:



No control, no certainty of where I'd be moved next: I felt like a puppet!



Don't be scared of the above: it's not more recent Lee Perry; it is from before his brain was crushed up like apple sauce by too many drugs. Back when it was merely drug-fueled and still runnin' smooth. So it's not all WayFuzzDubMush, but just way pleasant, sunny day, grin-music. Like Modern Lovers, sort of, some of it. But of course, ol' reggae stylee.

(Oh, obviously I mean it's like Modern Lovers in feel, not really in sound. Jonathon Richman will do Calypso songs sometimes, but that is a different Caribbean beast altogether, innit?)