Normally I am a classic Rock n Roll kinda gal.  But I remember having a fairly memorable experience enjoying Reggae in a fairly extreme situation.

I was at the Preakness in Baltimore enjoying the races and the infield partying.  There was a groups there performing many genres of music as was many people enjoying many genres of recreational mind enhancers. If you've never experienced an infield party event you should try to do so. People are on top of RVs with their coolers, music and lawn chairs.  Spectators and party hogs are spread all over the place either on the ground or in lawn chairs.  Now this was in the early 80's so we didn't have those collapsible chairs available nowadays.  So by the time you stood in line to enter the infield, carried those awkward lawn chairs, coolers, blankets and music you pretty much dipped into the coolers a few times before settling in for the day events.

Well into the day I sauntered over to one of the bands and leaned on a fence to enjoy their sound.  It was Reggae and had not heard that sound before.  I really enjoyed it and later that week investigated it further at my local record store.  While I was engrossed in the performance and the sound I heard a very loud young man behind me approaching the fence in what I could only describe as sounding very much like Tommy Chong.  Sounded and acted like Tommy at his most smoked in any movie I have ever seen him in. As he got into the beat of the song I noticed out of the corner of my eye as this was the only way I wanted to view him as close as he was to me.......................

His absolute seemingly coreographed banging of his head with a set of gigantic glittered deeley boppers swaying and entangling themselves together which only confused this man.  Once he caught these flailing glitter objects in the edge of his vision he kept ducking trying to get away from them.  Of course the more he ducked the more they moved.  I'm still laughing at this.  I cannot hear any Jamacian sound without giggling to myself.