Here’s to you, Mr. Rasta Flagbearer.

You are always there for the children of Jah, tirelessly waving that red, gold, and green flag back and forth in wide circles while one of Bob Marley’s 80 children chat about poverty and violence in Jamaica. Nobody really knows your name, and you can’t really get famous by doing it, but by damn, you’re there every single time. And I haven’t even seen any of you mess up and drop the flag or hit someone with it. I’m really, really impressed.

We don’t have that kind of devotion to our music here in the States. Unless you count video hoes who, while also doing a lot of work, don’t quite make my concert pictures look so damn cool.