Yes Mi Irieites,
As we embark on the first date of the European summer tour, I had the pleasure to chill out briefly with one of reggae’s original veterans, Mr. ‘Ruff and Tuff” himself: Stranger Cole.
There I was, rushing to get out of what was a slightly cold night (well for me it was), after an extremely hot day, and now fighting off a sore throat because of this drastically mixed weather, I stumbled across Stranger, sitting in our van waiting for the rest of his band members. We both are at one of France’s biggest reggae festival, Garance.
It beats me why every time Stranger re-introduces himself he makes it a point that he is the father of Squiddly Cole, one of Jamaica’s best drummers. But with no disrespect to Stranger, I believe he has carved a very chunky-size niche, within the industry. Stranger was one of the acts that we use to shuffle dance to when my eyes were at my knees.
I am still reeling in disbelief that there is only an eleven-year difference between us. He started his career in 1962.
So Stranger, don’t be a stranger.