It's still cold out there

I know I probably speak sacrilege but I'm not a big fan of Bob Marley songs. Death be to me, if his kids, Ziggy, Dweezil, Moonfrye and Frodo come with flaming torches. Moreso, I'm not thrilled with the compunction of local radio stations which will not be named (97.3 KBCO - World Class Rock) to play his tunes on particularly cold days. You Marley fans may call it a testament to how his music continues to resound, to me it is some psychological mind trick to make me think it isn't cold out. "Here, we'll transport you to some Caribbean island with bongo drums, marijuana and Cheetos." I'm not fooled, I still need a coat outside. And, at this rate, they might as well play some Hawaiian luau songs or, gulp, Don Ho.