A mass of reggae fanatics, non-fanatics and the unsure fanatics are all squeezed under a white tent or ivory maybe considering every possible location it has ever been to and all the rough dirty hands of the humans who have handled it before. This therefore led to it losing its purity, color and what it was when it left the industrial factory. The ‘squeeze’ situation is as a result of what the clouds have decided to let down upon us. It always starts with a drizzle and before you know it, it’s raining cats and dogs as they say.
Reggae in the sun is the name of the event, the irony is beyond I know.