"I've got many rivers to cross" complains the prominent reggae artiste Jimmy Cliff. Fortunately for Mr Cliff, we live in the age of the suspension bridge, so fording these watery obstructions should not present him with any great difficulty. Even a relatively primitive pontoon bridge, one presumes, should suffice for the task at hand. Alternatively, the swift if somewhat haphazard trajectory supplied by a human catapult provides Mr Cliff with yet another option when considering how best to reach the opposite bank.
This is pretty much all you need to know about reggae, except that neither Bach, Mozart nor Beethoven ever composed a single bar of music in this style, and that it was a form of song unfavored by both the great Caruso and Maria Callas.
