There’s nothing that says summer in Brooklyn more than reggae music. Your stoop is too hot to sit on, the air is full of coal fumes, and little beads of sweat are running down your skin like water drops on an ice cold ginger beer. There’s nothing that taste like Jamaica more than an ice cold ginger beer.
This episode is a retrospective of Jamaica’s finest from Ska to Dub, from Kingston to Zion, pass me Rizla, pass me the herb!