Ohhh yeah I remember sitting in the varasndah, with the sun retreating behind the hill behind Trini’s house. The barking of the village dogs, the on and off dreadful singing, well mumbling of the drunk in the house across the way. The mumbling of the children playing cricket in the gravel street. And on the boom box, a smooth, mellow ridim like this one playing. Ahhhh yes man, Sit there, all mellowed out, listening to good sounds, watching the world change colours.