Meet Bob Marley at E Street Cinema

Spoiler Alert! So if you are the big tree, we are the small axe.

I’ve written about DC’s E Street Cinema before, when I saw the awesome documentary “Beats Rhymes & Life” about A Tribe Called Quest. Aside from being able to drink wine and beer in the theater, super-Deutschland-style, they always have good movies! In fact, its pretty much the only place I’ve gone to see a movie in the last 6 months. Playing now is a chronicle of the man whose face and voice are perhaps more recognizable around the world than any other man. The film is the work of profound director Kevin Macdonald who also directed Life in a Day, a patchwork compilation of homemade footage taken from 80,000 submissions from 192 countries, all capturing a single day. Easily one of the most powerful movies I’ve seen in the last year.

Through Marley, Macdonald conveys a sense of international unity under universal love, as he highlights and nurtures the very things–from simple to profound–that make us human. One of the most important of those being music. The documentary follows the life of the legendary reggae superstar beginning with his birth in Nine Mile, Jamaica as a “half caste,” as he himself states in an interview. From the pangs of straddling a multicultural identity, to the hollow void left from never having known his father, we see a child reach out passionately for music, the one thing in which he finds solace. He finds his voice.

With his son Ziggy Marley as the executive producer, the film sets out to portray Marley not as a global icon, not even primarily as a musician, but simply a man. From his evolution from a shy, young teen to profoundly inspired religious Rasta Man, the audience gets a sense for the truly spiritual path upon which this man trekked. Above all things else, his devotion to Jah infused and empowered him with a righteous gift and the relentless energy to pursue it.

But saint? No. Particularly taboo is, of course, Marley’s hasty marriage to ultimately his lifelong colleague and band mate Rita Marley (he left the country the very next day for Delaware to live with his mother for a bit) and his ensuing infidelity which resulted in 11 children from 7 different mothers. Its perhaps difficult for some fans to really examine the contradictions surrounding his unfettered love. In a rare recording from a BBC interview, when asked if he was married, he simply said, “No.” He explains that he is not married because the only law he follows is Jah’s law. The rest, he says with a chuckle, he can make up for himself. The film allows the audience to rest in those very real contradictions that sometimes forever remain inexplicable. Imperfect, but so human.

What struck me most about the film–about Bob Marley’s life and then life in general–was that he was just one man. Pursuing endlessly, aggressively, fervently, lovingly the thing inside of him which gave him peace and allowed him to give peace to others. In his music, he channeled a greater good. Something that will forever be on the planet Earth as long as humans are alive, from here on out. Something so powerful that, sitting in theater 8 of E Street Cinema holding my Dogfish Head 60 minute IPA about 60 minutes into the approximately 144 minute movie, widened my eyes and made my heart bottom out. Even though I knew the story, seeing him bring two opposing political leaders of Jamaican street warfare gangsters onto the same stage to shake hands and be blessed was–and still IS–a blessing. Blessed in the music!

A liberal arts professor at my university once told me that there are more images of Bob Marley around the world than Jesus. Marley is a stunning film and really feels like an honest look at his life from a historical perspective. Its inspiring and chilling. Go see it now!

Or if you’re one of those instant gratification addicts, you can watch the full feature length film here for $6.99

Peace and love lil raggamuffins!

–Aimee

Why you should be coming to DC’s SW Waterfront, like, now.

this post is dedicated to Ashley and Flora ❤As a young professional transplanting to DC, I was overwhelmed with all the little nooks and crannies that took on their own characteristic neighborhood vibe.  Columbia Heights tasted like a $2 can of Pabst and pupusas. Georgetown smelled like brunch and breeze, with expensive perfume wafting in the air. And the Hill was strong coffee and late whiskey nights, for sure.

But as a California girl with a particular fondness for seeing the ocean every day, I needed a place with access to water and an undone attitude that belied the career driven ambition of the District.  Enter: the SW Waterfront. DC’s smallest quadrant. Now don’t get me wrong, the Waterfront is notorious for being somewhat… vacant.  But it makes up for what it lacks in general diversity, with its anonymity.  In a city where you can and will run into everyone from exes to employers on a jumbling and boisterous Friday night metro ride, its a fantastic thing to feel incognito. Under the radar, as you stroll along the Riverwalk, past the hauntingly serene Titanic Memorial.Or come down to Nationals stadium (technically SE but by a stones throw) and watch the hometown heroes of no one’s home town–The Nationals–play some good old fashioned baseball. I always try to go to the games they play against the Dodgers so I can see my boys in blue and annoy the Washington fans.After the game you can always swing by the new restaurant Station 4 if you’re feeling like something a bit more upscale after sitting in the bleachers all day.  I must admit, despite their close proximity to the SW Waterfront metro stop, I have never actually eaten here.  But they do have Peroni in this beautiful, curvaceous Italian-sex-kitten tap.Last summer we saw Thievery Corporation perform at the pop-up tennis court Kastles Stadium at The Wharf. It was an amazing show and its always nice to hear live music by water.

The late, great Chuck Brown came out and joined them for a song. I’m so happy I got to see this DC legend in-person before he passed. Mad love to you, man.But the real star of SW is, of course, the rowdy and rockin’ Cantina Marina.  For us So Cal types, it feels a bit like the grungy beachy vibe of VeniceThe palm trees may be plastic and the view may be of the Anacostia River, but my goodness!  With a drink in your hand and Bob Marley or the Chili Peppers blaring over the flirtatious chatter of the patrons, you might as well be anywhere you want to be.  So maybe the water is always  bluer just over the horizon. But for now DC’s sunny evenings and impending summer days have me heading to the SW Waterfront.

See you there cats and kittens!

-Aimee