#1 Song in my Ipod

Just bought an Ipod--I'm a little sensitive to criticism when I spend a lot of $$ on stuff, especially electronics. It ALWAYS feels like an impulse buy to me, even if I've been "shopping" for about 6 months or so for it, like in this case.

A guilty pleasure of mine is REGGAE music--Fran, too.

Here's the #1 song I'm loading in...

No woman, no cry
'Cause I remember when we used to sitIn the government yard in Trenchtown
Oba, ob-serving the hypocritesAs they would mingle with the good people we meet
Good friends we have had, oh good friends we've lost along the way
In this bright future you can't forget your past
So dry your tears I say
No woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
Little darlin' don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry
Said, said, said I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
And then Georgie would make the fire light
Log wood burnin' through the night
Then we would cook corn meal porridge
Of which I'll share with you
My feet is my only carriage
So I've got to push on through
But while I'm gone...
Ev'rything's gonna be alrightEv'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alrightEv'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alrightEv'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alrightEv'rything's gonna be alright
So, no woman, no cryNo, no woman, no woman, no cry
Oh, little darling, don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry
No woman, no woman, no woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
Oh, my little darlin' please don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry, yeah

So here's something that I've wanted people to know--I'm really jealous of people that can really get into music. I mean as an important part of their life. I feel very foolish when I have discussions about music--it's just so subjective, and I get a little defensive about my taste; perhaps it just isn't too refined, and sometimes I simply like things just 'cause it sounds good and not necessarily because the complex mixing of chords has any creativity/uniqueness. Does this sound like a scientist trying to describe music in quantitative terms? Maybe it is just my very introspective, self-critical nature that won't let me enjoy it. At any rate, I AM jealous.

This Bob Marley song just speaks to me for some reason--I guess it's about comfort, reassurance, retrospection, poverty, acceptance. It hits me at a personal level. But what the hell do I know?