"There's a sound on that recording, a vocalized So! right between the ninety-ninth and one-hundredth seconds: the Wailers, have just sung, "remember he is young, and he will live long." And then someone - you can't tell who - makes this noise. Intones, rather. It doesn't seem to come from inside the studio - doesn't belong, that is, to the texture of the session; it emanates from miles away and has arrived through an open window. Somewhere in the interior of Jamaica a goat herder with a staff has leaned back and loosed this sound . . .
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