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Bob Marley: Rock Hall's reggae legend

What would modern music be without Bob Marley's influence? Rock Hall's reggae master made rock and roll grow up and grow better.
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By Dave Thompson

If the induction of Bob Marley into the Hall of Fame in 1994 proved one thing, it was that rock ’n’ roll had finally grown up. Or, at least, that it had grown out of the juvenile name-calling with which it had amused itself for the previous four decades.

BOB MARLEY 1978 HOLLAND PHOTO BY LAURENS VAN HOUTEN/FRANK WHITE PHOTO AGENCY

BOB MARLEY 1978 HOLLAND PHOTO BY LAURENS VAN HOUTEN/FRANK WHITE PHOTO AGENCY

Like the loud-mouthed spotty kid in the playground of everybody’s past, rock, in its youth, was a sanctimonious little beast. On the one hand, it was so insecure within its own self belief that it was forever trying to “better” itself by being seen with the cool kids ... orchestras, opera lovers, playwrights and so on; and on the other, it thought nothing of hurling insults at those it perceived could be teased for cheap laughs — disco, teenyboppers, crooners, and, oddly for such an international language, anybody unfortunate enough to have been born outside the Anglo-American universe.

It was not a xenophobic dislike; or, at least, it was not knowingly so. Prior to the early 1990s, you could count on one hand the number of successful Black rock ’n’ roll performers. World Music was still a genre waiting to happen, and the nature of the music industry in general ensured that few bands from mainland Europe, Asia or even Japan and Australia, were going to get a fair shake of the commercial stick in America. And the fact that most readers of a certain age can still remember the names of every exception to that rule (Golden Earring, Focus, Kraftwerk and the Sadistic Mika Band) is evidence enough of that.

So, when elements of both the American and British music press started to champion Bob Marley in the mid-1970s, most hard-core rock fans took one look at the press release — a Jamaican born Rastafarian who played reggae music — and turned their ears off on the spot. Because reggae, in the 1970s, wasn’t simply the kid in the corner of the schoolyard who was bullied by its playmates every single day. The teachers and school governors picked on it as well.

It all sounds the same.

It doesn’t have a tune.

It doesn’t have good words (and you couldn’t understand them if it did).

It’s not music.

It wasn’t simply a different world back then. It was a different planet; and if you don’t believe me, ask Chris Blackwell, whose Island Records released Bob Marley and the Wailers’ “Catch A Fire: LP in 1973. Keyboard player John “Rabbit” Bundrick of Traffic and Muscle Shoals guitarist Wayne Perkins were drafted in to add rocking overdubs to the finished disc, “to make the record more accessible to rock audiences ... because reggae, at that time ... didn’t have the respect that I felt it should have. People didn’t recognize the musicianship that existed within it.”

Thirty-six years on from Marley’s commercial breakthrough, 30 years on from his death and 17 years after his induction into the Hall of Fame, Blackwell’s words, too, seem like a relic from a different age. So does the argument, loudly raised in the music press of the day, that Marley himself had nothing to do with his own popularity; that it was Eric Clapton, scoring a massive hit with the Wailers’ “I Shot The Sheriff,” who first pushed his boat out. Clapton had hits with a lot of other people’s music too, but when was the last time you saw a J.J. Cale poster on sale in Wal-Mart?

Today, it seems as though no discussion of modern music can pass without reference to Bob Marley’s influence, no examination of its popularity could be considered without his mention, and no visit to the local record store would be complete without a quick glance up the reggae aisle, to see how many more dubious compilations of oft-recycled oldies have hit the streets since last time.

During his own lifetime, Bob Marley released just 11 “new” albums, plus one dub set and two live collections. Of these, just three — 1970’s oddly-titled “The Best Of The Wailers” and “Soul Rebel” and 1972’s “Soul Revolution” — predate the band’s arrival at Island Records (earlier recordings, including more than 100 tracks cut at Studio One, would not see long playing action until the 1970s were already in full swing); and it is these that account for the vast majority of the budget reissues, repackagings and remasters with which one could now stock a medium sized record store with Marley alone.

The Island catalog has, fittingly, been treated with considerably greater respect, the current crop of available CDs being the same bonus stacked remasters that were unleashed earlier this century. Every one of these albums, however, has done its bit to chip another few splinters away from the old rocking notion that reggae wasn’t really music. No matter how shoddily packaged the latest collection of oldies and out-takes might be, the sheer quality of Marley and the Wailers’ music shines through.

It shines, too, through the manifold interpretations of his music that have percolated into the western consciousness in the decades since Johnny Nash scored a hit with Marley’s “Stir It Up” in 1972. From Johnny Cash and Joe Strummer’s fragile reinvention of “Redemption Song,” to Sinead O’Connor’s Saturday Night Live-inflaming delivery of “War;” from punk rockers Stiff Little Fingers’ fiery take on “Johnny Was” to Annie Lennox’s plaintive “Waiting In Vain,” Marley is now ranked among the most-covered songwriters of the rock ’n’ roll era, and, once again, one of the best loved — a process that culminated with Marley’s recognition by the Hall of Fame in 1994, but that peaked, perhaps, with his induction into the Songwriters Hall of Fame last year.

That is how far reggae has come since Marley’s breakthrough. Today, nobody knocks reggae for its perceived lack of musical quality, lyrical depth or political impact, not with songs the strength of ... well, all of the above, but many more too... ranged against them; and nobody knocks Bob Marley, either.

Of course, we still have a long way to go, at least if the Hall of Fame is the yardstick with which we judge things. Chris Blackwell was inducted in 2001, for services that included (but by no means were limited to) his tireless work to popularize reggae during its years in the outside; and Jimmy Cliff, too, has been recognized. But otherwise, Jamaica has not troubled the induction committee in the slightest.

How come? To argue that these are the only reggae performers in 50 years of the music’s history to have made the same impact on the overall music scene as ... well, name almost any other inductee you choose, but let’s say The Police, who themselves started life as a reggae parody band, is as blinkered (at best) and blindly prejudiced (at worst) as the detractors who held the music down in the first place.

It was only fitting, however, that Marley was the first to be included, and, for a long time, was reggae’s only inclusion. Without him, the music might still be a backwater, a cultural oddity whose cult appeal floats somewhere between the electric bazouki and the symphonic sounds of a game of horseshoes.

Bob Marley was born to a Jamaican mother and English father in 1945, but was raised by his mother alone, first in the rural village of Nine Miles, St. Anns, then in the capital city of Kingston. There, he and another boy from Nine Miles, Neville “Bunny” Livingston, first began singing together while Marley, encouraged by another friend, the young Desmond Dekker, began appearing at area talent contests.

He cut his first solo single in 1962; formed the Wailers in 1963 and, by the time “Catch A Fire” was recorded, Marley had been a Jamaican star for almost 10 years, cutting singles (and those three LPs) with some of the most significant producers in town — Coxsone Dodd, Lee Perry, Lesley Kong, Bunny Lee — while blazing with a political zeal that simultaneously marked Marley out as one of Jamaica’s most volatile performers.

A devout Rastafarian, a strident rebel, a fearless campaigner, his best recordings (and, indeed, his life’s objectives) burn with an affirmative fire that spreads so far beyond the narrow parameters of 20th/21st century politics and correctness that many of his original fans and supporters feel personally affronted by the fame which now attends him, aware that it is as much a product of the Marley marketing machine as it is a reflection of the man himself.

That the modern machine has utterly emasculated Marley is beyond doubt. Gone from the public record is the ghetto kid who dreamed of Che Guevara and the Black Panthers, and pinned their posters up in the Wailers’ Soul Shack record store in Kingston; who believed in freedom, and the fighting which it necessitated, and dressed the part on an early album sleeve; whose heroes were James Brown and Mohammed Ali; whose sacrament was marijuana.

Instead, the Bob Marley who surveys his kingdom today is smiling benevolence, a shining sun, a waving palm tree, and a string of hits which tumble out of polite radio like candy from a gumball machine. Of course it has assured his immortality. But it has also demeaned him beyond recognition. Bob Marley was worth far more.

Marley On Vinyl

BOB MARLEY AND THE WAILERS 1978 HOLLAND PHOTO BY LAURENS VAN HOUTEN/FRANK WHITE PHOTO AGENCY

BOB MARLEY AND THE WAILERS 1978 HOLLAND PHOTO BY LAURENS VAN HOUTEN/FRANK WHITE PHOTO AGENCY

“Best Of The Wailers” (Beverley’s - JA), 1971
Its ill-starred name, an uninspiring track listing and the redundant recycling of its contents over a thousand rip-off compilations have blackened this album’s reputation enough. In its original form, strong performances, some excellent songs and some genuinely unexpected arrangements (“Sugar Sugar”) conspire with a sparkling Leslie Kong production to all but vindicate the choice of title.

“Soul Rebels” (Trojan - UK), 1970
“Soul Revolution” (Upsetter - JA), 1972
“Soul Revolution Part 2” (Upsetter - JA), 1972
The band’s American influences shine vividly through both Lee Perry-produced albums, with “Soul Revolution” just shading its predecessor in terms of all round brilliance. Amazingly, Trojan originally passed on The Wailers’ second Perry album, ultimately picking it up in 1972 and retitling it “African Herbsman,” after the Ritchie Havens cover of the same name. Curtis Mayfield’s :Keep On Moving” was also a highlight. But it was also a distinctly Jamaican album, far more so than either of its predecessors, an hypnotic roar of ghetto belligerence that hypnotized everyone who heard it. Part Two offers dub versions of the album. Again, these albums’ contents have been recycled way too often. But in their original form, the future rings clear.

“Catch A Fire” (Island), 1973
The band’s habit of constantly revisiting its past sees “Stir It Up” make an unnecessary reappearance; the heart of the album lies in the songs which would remain in the Wailers’ live repertoire — “Concrete Jungle” and “Slave Driver.” The mix and production are unerringly aimed at a rock cross-over market; little about this album captures the sonic mood of its predecessors. However, a 2-CD “definitive edition” in 2001 adds the original Jamaican mix of the album alongside the familiar overdubbed version, and the progression (not to mention a number of very telling sonic variations) is evident to all.

“Burnin’” (Island), 1973
Again the chaff outweighs the classics, although with three undisputed gems on board, “Burnin’” is a difficult album to dismiss. “Burnin’ And Lootin’” and (over-rated though it may be) “I Shot The Sheriff” became band benchmarks, “Rastaman Chant” a symbol of their sincerity. “Get Up, Stand Up” stands so tall above the company. Excellent sounding 2001 remaster adds Bunny’s unreleased “Reincarnated Soul” (originally scheduled as the title track), Tosh’s “No Sympathy” and “The Oppressed Song.”

“Natty Dread” (Island), 1974
Hindsight, and Marley’s subsequent deification insist he never made a bad album, and that may be so. But over-produced and over-played, this was certainly a weak link in the chain, with only “Rebel Music (3 O’Clock Roadblock)” and the curiously understated “Talkin’ Blues” truly escaping the gloss. Reissued, remastered in 2001.

“Live!” (Island), 1975
The Wailers were best experienced live, and even in truncated form, their set that night in London remains magical. The definitive “No Woman No Cry,” of course, is a stand-out, but so are “Trenchtown Rock” and “Lively Up Yourself,” while “Get Up Stand Up” closes the set with Day of Judgment fervor. Reissued, remastered in 2001, with the U.K. B-side “Kinky Reggae” restored as a bonus track.

“Rastaman Vibration” (Island), 1976
The Wailers’ most deliberately rock album, a feature that cannot be placed at guitarist Kinsey’s door alone; nor can it be used to downplay the album’s strengths. “War,” “Johnny Was” and “Positive Vibration” epitomize everything Marley had been working toward; even the bad times are pretty damned good. Reissued, remastered in 2001.

“Exodus” (Island), 1977
If the CD age has one crime to answer for, it’s that albums can no longer be split into two sides, two moods, that exist absolutely independently of one another. “Exodus” is one of those albums that suffers immeasurably from its translation to CD, its natural divisions of (natural) mystic night and (one) love-soaked day utterly lost by the seamless transition between the eight minute grind of “Exodus,” closing Side One, and the jaunty groove of “Jamming” kicking in at the start of Side Two. (Or maybe that’s what the pause button’s for?) Reissued, remastered in 2001 with a second disc of alternate/unissued material.

“Kaya” (Island), 1978
Enough of the songs on this album had previously appeared in the pre-Island days that, within weeks of its release, utterly spurious “greatest hits” albums were appearing, each boasting the international smashes “Easy Skanking,” “Sun Is Shining” and “Satisfy My Soul.” Few of the reworked versions actually improve on the originals, and the flashy mix and production lessened their power even further. It’s a nice album, but nice isn’t necessarily a compliment. Reissued, remastered in 2001.

“Babylon By Bus” [live] (Island), 1978
First off, don’t listen to popular wisdom’s insistence that the first live album is the only one you need. The mood here may be more celebratory, the tension among artist, song and audience distilled by the band’s worldwide emergence. But the singalongs are just as lusty, the pace is just as hot (too hot, sometimes; “Exodus” races by like a Ferrari), and, even if none of the songs improve on their studio counterparts, this was the only CD source for “Punky Reggae Party” for years. Reissued, remastered in 2001.

“Survival” (Island) 1979
The most heartfelt of Marley’s later albums, but a very transitional one, as he tried to adjust himself to his fame, without losing sight of his own goals. “So Much Trouble In The World” is the catchiest number; others, even the hits “Zimbabwe” and “Africa Unite,” take a little longer to absorb. Reissued, remastered in 2001.

“Uprising” (Island) 1980
Little about this album provoked a ticker-tape parade at the time — despite the fact its truly contagious hook, “Could You Be Loved” was Marley-by-numbers, while both “Pimper's Paradise” and “Work” could have done with a longer gestation. But then you hit “Redemption Song” ... and even before Marley died, before the truth of his illness even became that well known, the song struck a chord of such immeasurable sadness that all was readily forgiven. Reissued, remastered in 2001.

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