If the song need 14 minutes, it need 14 minutes. Some of y’all make music like you’re late for court. by Bob Marley

Anyway, the Wailers were never short on talent, only on patience and group chat etiquette.

Peter, you left the room and still wanted the chorus to sound like a revolution. Respectfully, relax.

Bunny, you only became the adult after you watched us waste the whole afternoon on one snare hit.

At least his sermons sold. You were still trying to renegotiate the groove.

That’s rich coming from the man who turned every rehearsal into a sermon with a bassline.

Both of you sound loud. I was in the band and somehow still the adult.

Relax? You wrote one hit and started acting like the minister of timing.