Bob Marley Earthstrong Festivities Coverage

Big up my friend Jesse Serwer at for sharing with us their coverage of the festivities in Jamaica to mark the 70th anniversary of Bob Marley’s birthday.

Photo by Martei Korley (
Photo by Martei Korley (

Jesse and Martei Korley also covered the events for Rolling Stone.



Bob Marley & Dermot Hussey, 56 Hope Road, 1979


In 1979, Bob Marley invited his friend and JBC broadcaster Dermot Hussey to 56 Hope Road for an interview and to film rehearsal sessions at the newly constructed Tuff Gong Recording Studio.  At the time, Dermot was producing a television show called NOMMO, and planned to dedicate an entire episode to Marley and the new studio.

What he obtained that day is, in my opinion, some of the greatest video and audio recordings of Marley ever.  Dermot still holds the rights to all of the associated audio and video and he has licensed it for use in several documentaries, including REBEL MUSIC, which is about as good a documentary you will find on Marley.

Here is an audio excerpt featuring Marley singing several takes of “So Much Trouble In The World” and talking with Dermot.

Many thanks to our good friend Dermot for allowing us to share this audio!

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Here is an amazing article by Vivien Goldman which appeared in the August 11, 2014 issue of Melody Maker.  In it, she visits Marley at 56 Hope Road soon after the construction of the Tuff Gong Recording Studio.

Many thanks to MIDNIGHT RAVER’S Fred ‘Reggaelover’ P for sharing this vintage interview from his archives.

CLICK the magazine cover to read the interview…


City Sounds & Nature’s Dub among debuts in Midnight Dread #42 October 26th-27th 1980


Another unheard & never aired since its original broadcast newly mastered digitized edition of Midnight Dread. Rita Marley’s hot new Tuff Gong album Who Feels It Knows It has just been issued from which both “The Beauty of God’s Plan” & “Jah Jah Don’t Want” get played in this program. Also hear Karen Jahlight, “Rasta Reggae” DJ from Santa Barbara California’s KTYD, interviewed just after midnight, representing the growing US radio scene. NYC-based Lloyd ‘Bullwackie’ Barnes’ Nature’s Dub title track gets a 12am rave-up inna Midnight dread-bit laden what-a-hit fashion:


So many classics premiere in this program including Trinity’s spine-tingling news report via vinyl on the recent Eventide invalid Home arson fire with an horrific dub, plus Scientist “Saved By The Bell”, and a fresh foot long remix of Pablo Moses:


Burning Spear lights up live with “The Sun” from his concert at The Coconut Grove in Santa Cruz from a couple nights earlier this same week. The Black Eagles new single via Tuff Gong singes the airwaves with the sound of the hills:


Near the top of the show Joe Higgs, Jimmy Cliff & The Jamaican Experience new single spins, back to back vocal & version sides, reggae at its heights. Country man. City sight, seen:


Dreadcasting over the air since 1979 & online since 1996 dreader 21st Century Midnight Dread programs air daily at 12am including replays often heard in his Best of All Worlds high noon slot and where one can also become conscious at 6am with the indigenous sounds of Native Son Rising, all curated by Doug everyday, all times Pacific. Many more Midnight Dread sights & sounds here and on this blog’s Midnight Dread page. Go deh. All of dem.

“Everyone Just Cooperate, With The Love Of I Ites To Survive, Knowing That This World War Explosion…” MD #16


… says the Rastaman in the ROCKERS soundtrack outtake from this 33 years ahead Midnight Dread. “The ways of wonder solve the problem” he adds over the hypnotic Abyssinians with Ras Michael version of “Satta Massagana” in this reggae film soundtrack special edition that aired live the week WORD, SOUND & POWER had its world premiere in San Francisco. Mikey Dread adds his amazing music & vital stingers to the ital radio brew. Listen & get up. Spin tunes, save & weave lives.

Now broadcasting & streaming 21st Century Midnight Dread programs daily at 12am with repeats often in Doug’s Best of All Worlds noon slot (Pacific Times). Much more to explore here:

Bob Marley: A rhythm that played peacemaker (Guardian, May 20, 1978)

Included here is Robin Denselow’s summation of her trip to Jamaica in April 1978 for the One Love Peace Concert.  The article is interesting for several reasons.   We find Lee Perry dancing crazily in the Black Ark studio, just months before he burns it to the ground in a psychosis.  We find Bob Marley meeting with Claudie Massop in his 56 Hope Road office immediately prior to the concert, bullet holes still in the plaster walls from the assassination attempt 2-years prior.  We find Don Taylor contemplating severing ties between Marley and Island Records just as Marley prepares to depart on the 1978 North American tour, a tour which Taylor calls “make or break” for Marley.  We also find out that immediately following his history-making performance at the OLPC, Marley flies to his home in Miami.
Click to read in our digital document library.


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The Shooting Of Bob Marley

This blog survives day-to-day because of the brilliant work of others.  Vivienne Goldman documented the Wailers like nobody else did.  She was able to do this because she was part of Bob’s circle of friends.  She lived it.  Endless bus tours, countless trips to Jamaica, and nights spent at 56 Hope Road gave her an unprecedented look inside the world of the Wailers.  This was something that no other journalist could say.
Today I share with you an excerpt from her extraordinary book Exodus: the Making and Meaning of Bob Marley and the Wailers‘ Album of the Century.  This excerpt was published in The Guardian on 15 July 2006.

Dread, beat and blood

By Vivien Goldman
Excerpt from her book Exodus: the Making and Meaning of Bob Marley and the Wailers’ Album of the Century’ by Vivien Goldman published by Three Rivers Press
Late 1976, and rival political factions are warring on the streets of Kingston, Jamaica, with only Bob Marley calling for peace. In an exclusive extract from her major new book, Vivien Goldman remembers life with Bob Marley at his home on Hope Road and reveals exactly what happened when gunmen came to kill him
Money is like water in the sea,’ Bob Marley insisted earnestly on that late 1976 afternoon as our conversation by the Sheraton pool in Kingston turned to business and politics. ‘People work for money, den dem don’t want to split it. It’s that kind of attitude,’ he continued scornfully. ‘So much guys have so much – too much – while so many have nothing at all. We don’t feel like that is right, because it don’t take a guy a hundred million dollars to keep him satisfied. Everybody have to live. Michael Manley say ‘im wan’ help poor people… They feel something good is gonna happen,’ he said reflectively, then continued: ‘We need a change from what it was. It couldn’t get worse than that.’ Sounding more sure, he concluded fiercely, almost defiantly, ‘You have to share. I don’t care if it sounds political or whatever it is, but people have to share.’
Bob’s last comment might sound odd: why should the outspoken revolutionary poet be so concerned about anyone’s political misinterpretation? But we were speaking just days before the free Smile Jamaica concert he was due to play for the people, and large crowds are always volatile. Bob was conscious of the heightened tension that always surrounded the build-up to a Jamaican election. His generous humanist statement could be labeled as socialism. People might say he was definitively backing Michael Manley’s People’s National Party (PNP), with its affiliation to Castro and Russia, and rejecting the Jamaican Labour Party (JLP), headed by Edward Seaga, dubbed in widespread graffiti as ‘CIA-ga’ because of the American secret service’s overt support of his team. That could mean trouble.
Times had changed since Bob and his wife Rita had backed Manley in the 1972 election. The island seemed to be full of guns. People were more desperate and violent, and Bob was a far more public figure. Now he had to screen every word and be extra-careful not to be misunderstood.
For an effectively fatherless mixed-race child of the rural areas and stifling ghettoes to be receiving more acclaim than any Jamaican ever was a wake-up call that a new society had actually arrived. Bob’s international success made him a symbol of a troubled island’s hopes. He now found himself in the unenviable position of being the prize of a tug-of-war between the island’s two political parties. As the material for his album Exodus began to brew in 1976, the island was convulsed with lethal political agitation, and Bob’s star status did not confer immunity – rather, it was the reverse. ‘People see him as a big man now, gone international,’ as his boyhood friend Mikey Smith explains. ‘Everyone want Bob Marley deh ‘pon their team.’
Less than two decades after Jamaican independence, the system left behind by the British had frayed, and the infrastructure was crumbling. I remember arriving in Jamaica from Los Angeles once, having been shopping earlier that day, and how obscene it was to compare LA supermarkets’ towering stacks of produce with the island supermarkets, with shelves so empty they seemed to sell air. There was music, style and creativity in abundance, but shortages of everything else from rice to rolling papers. Driving anywhere was an adventure, as the ancient taxis seemed to be held together with rubber bands and hope, and the roads all over the island had potholes like craters. Power cuts were as regular as police roadblocks.
Deadly tribal wars, the seeds of which had been planted centuries before, were being fought between the opposing JLP and PNP areas. Families turned against one another from block to block. People risked death to cross Kingston’s disputed areas, such as the one between Fifth and Seventh Streets, or the several desolate areas where soldiers camped out and extracted rough justice from any passer-by.
Bob had his own way of dealing with it. During another conversation, when he paused from taking energetic puffs on a communal ‘chalice’ and passed it on, I asked if he was bothered much by the police. ‘I hardly ever on the streets to get stopped. I is a man who don’t really travel up and down too much,’ he replied laconically. Effectively, the stress on the streets was keeping Bob at home, just like his bred’ren in the ghetto.
When his plan for a free concert became known, he was approached separately by the JLP and the PNP, both eager for his support, but he chose to do a non-aligned event, albeit inevitably with government approval. ‘Michael [Manley] jumped on it with full endorsement,’ says Wailers’ art director Neville Garrick. ‘He said, “All you guys have to do is rehearse.”‘ At first Manley proposed that the show be held on the lawns at Jamaica House, the Prime Minister’s official residence. ‘No, mek it somewhere central that don’t have no political affiliation,’ Bob insisted.
Finally, the show was billed as a collaboration between the Wailers and the government’s cultural office. So Bob was righteously angered when it was sprung on him that the election date had been brought forward to coincide with the Smile Jamaica show. Despite his best intentions, the Wailers’s noble offering to the people had effectively been co-opted by Manley’s PNP. The populist project now appeared to be little more than a promotional gig in the very territorial spirit Bob was trying to discourage. It was a cynical move on the PNP’s part, which took a lot of the joy out of the idea. The lightly sardonic voice of Bob’s lawyer, Diane Jobson, drops uncannily into Bob’s rasping snarl as she recalls how he said, ‘Diane, dem want to use me to draw crowd fe dem politricks.’
Bob had encouraged his Hope Road home in Kingston to become a ‘safe house,’ a neutral zone, in which youths caught up in the turmoil of the warring political factions could hang out and reason away from the old violent mindset. At a certain point, Bob’s utopian vision of the yard as sanctuary was bound to collide with street conflicts. He was in a delicate position, and to add to the irony, the enemies Bob was trying to reconcile were often relations, old neighbours and schoolmates.
I had been invited to stay at Hope Road, and around 5.30 one morning I woke, restless, and looked out of my bedroom window. Bob was standing in the otherwise quiet yard under the big mango tree, talking angrily to two men whom I couldn’t see clearly. There was something ominous in their exchange. Even at a distance, Bob’s body language was different from anything I’d seen before tense and taut, he was brusquely intent on making his point. It was unsettling – and clearly a very private moment. I turned away and went back to bed. But sleep wasn’t easy. For me, this brief and somehow troubling glimpse suggested a new side to this complex man, the rough one that gave him the name Tuff Gong.
Among those who’ve reasoned about Bob’s Exodus , it’s usually held that the album is wholly a product of the traumatic event that was about to take place. But in reality, Bob already sensed that he was living in a time where imminent horror coloured everyday beauty. Proof positive: relaxing in the rehearsal room late one night, I heard music floating up from below, so I drifted down the stairs that ran outside the building. The moonlit yard under the mango tree was crowded with around 15 people sitting on the ground, the downtown kids who found refuge there and the Dreads who made it home. Tucked under the veranda of the lit tle house was a bedroom with nothing but some hooks on the wall, a chair, and Bob, in dusty sandals and shorts, sitting on the edge of a narrow iron bed. It was just the kind of scenario that comes to mind when Bob lilts through the lines, ‘We’ll share the shelter/Of my single bed’ on ‘Is This Love’. Bob was playing his guitar, trying on chords for size.
A young girl sat at the other end of the bed, her eyes fixed on Bob. He sang to her and to all of us as he strummed wrath and reality on his 12-string acoustic. His picking provided rhythm and hints of harmony as he sang, ‘Guiltiness, rest on their conscience, oh yeah…’
Everyone there was absorbed by the unaffected anger that stalked his crisp delivery. The words hit home to anyone who’d ever been aware of injustice in their lives – which meant everyone present, and many who would eventually hear the song in its majestic cut on the Exodus album.
For many around town, 3 December 1976 was proving a difficult day, anyway. Bob’s label boss Chris Blackwell was on his way to Hope Road when he stopped off at Lee Perry’s Black Ark to check out some new tracks. Sitting in the small, womb-like control room, covered with red, green, and black fake fur and stills from kung-fu flicks and westerns of the spaghetti and Hollywood varieties, Blackwell was entranced by the neon towers and canyons of Perry’s spacey new track, ‘Dreadlocks in Moonlight’, topped with the producer’s own warbling vocals. ‘Me waan the Gong to voice dis ya one,’ explained Scratch. Blackwell said: ‘No. You can’t improve on your own version. This is great. Make me a tape to carry.’
So he sat down to watch Scratch work. No one mixed like Scratch. The skinny little man in a peak cap, undershirt and shorts danced with the four-track Teac machine from which he coaxed such shattering sounds. Darting in toward the knobs and faders, he’d flick them as if flame flashed from his fingertips, then twirl and pirouette, dipping back just in time to catch the beat. Blackwell was unsurprised when technical hitches made the promised few minutes stretch into over an hour. He resigned himself to being late for the Wailers’ rehearsal.
For Neville Garrick, the day was also not going as planned. Heading for rehearsal, he was stopped by a policeman and arrested for weed. Neville was already somewhat edgy, still shaken by the reaction he’d got when handing out his newly designed stickers for the Smile Jamaica concert to some Dread friends. One man retorted: ‘Me no put no political label deh pon my vehicle, Rasta.’ Garrick was confused, thinking everyone should know that Bob was performing an apolitical event. But then he looked at his own design again, and realised that the rising sun he’d drawn to symbolise the dawning of a new, more loving island
bore a close resemblance to the PNP logo.
Over at the villa of Dermot Hussey, the island’s most noted reggae broadcaster, the Wailers’ keyboard player, Tyrone Downey, was lying on the floor trying to relax from the stress that had been going down at Hope Road. Sensitive and imaginative, Downey had been the baby of the Wailers, a protege of Family Man, who had first used him on sessions when Downey was 12. He’d been nicknamed ‘Jumpy’ when he first went on the road because of his wariness. Now Downey was legitimately nervous. Ever since the change of the election date that had so alarmed Bob, men had been bearing down on Hope Road, dropping heavy warnings to the singer. ‘Me hope you know what you a do, Dread,’ they would say, looking grim.
Hussey offered to drop off Downey and his girlfriend at Hope Road for the rehearsal on his way to do Progressions , his 8pm radio show. ‘I’ll be back,’ Hussey announced as he pulled away from Hope Road. He was in the habit of stopping by number 56 when Bob was readying for a tour, and as the rehearsals went on from nine at night until two in the morning, Hussey had no intention of missing out on that night’s session, bad vibes or not.
He didn’t know about the two plainclothes cops who had been stationed outside the house during rehearsals, due to the gravity of the political situation, and thus didn’t notice their absence.
Diane Jobson had arrived at Hope Road in good spirits, bearing especially sweet grapefruit and some herb from Bob’s favourite grower. But soon a profound nausea she’d never experienced before washed over her. ‘Is you hold de nice spliff, Diane?’ Bob called out. Chuckling, she handed over some luscious buds and went to relax and play with some of the yard children in Neville Garrick’s little house in the compound.
In the newly built narrow galley kitchen by the rehearsal room, breezy and bright with a door at each end, Gilly the cook’s blender was whirring as he sliced and diced fruit with quick precision. He could hear the Wailers’ rehearsal perfectly. They had already polished ‘Baby We’ve Got a Date’, ‘Trench Town Rock’, ‘Midnight Ravers’, and ‘Rastaman Chant’. Gilly remembers that Bob called a break, saying: ‘Fams, you tek over rehearsin’ the horns.’ So Family Man Barrett led David Madden and the Zap Pow Horns into ‘Rastaman Vibration’. Now that the Smile Jamaica show was almost upon them, everyone was looking forward to it, despite the tension in the town. Bob was light-hearted, joking around with Fams and Carly Barrett, who was sitting on a stool. Juggling the fat grapefruit Diane had brought, he asked Garrick to drive Judy Mowatt of his backing group, the I-Threes, to her Bull Bay home, a couple of hours away. She had had bad dreams the previous night and was still shaken. Garrick protested not only did he want to see the rest of the rehearsal, but the best herbsman on the island was due to pass through with his wares. It was getting dangerously near Christmas, when good weed is hard to come by, and Garrick planned to lay in a store. ‘Neville, you gwan like you love herb more than the rest of we,’ teased Bob. ‘Don’t worry, we gwan hold some for you.’
Thus reassured, and seeing fatigue in Judy’s kindly eyes, Garrick took the keys to Bob’s new silver BMW and they set off. Now, this was a famous set of wheels, chosen because the initials suggested Bob Marley and the Wailers, and Bob didn’t let many people drive it. Everyone started moving. Rita Marley headed to her Volkswagen. Bob’s friend and neighbour Nancy Burke was asked by Seeco, the Wailers’ percussionist, to move her car so the girls could leave.
Burke was feeling buoyant that night she’d just got back from chaperoning Bob’s sometime girlfriend Cindy Breakspeare as she won the Miss World contest in London. It was a great coup. In fact, even entering the contest had been daring of Breakspeare though Jamaican Miss World entrants had traditionally supplied wives for many local politicians, including Edward Seaga, Michael Manley’s socialist Jamaica had dropped its Miss World membership, along with Cuba. Because of the tension in town, guards had lately been posted at the entry to Hope Road’s circular drive, but no one was there and the gate was closed. Still, even that inconvenience couldn’t dent Burke’s good mood.
She was dragged away from the kitchen by a little girl, one of Breakspeare’s protegees, to join Diane Jobson and the other kids in Neville’s cottage. Out on the road, Garrick, Mowatt, and the Hope Road doorman, a Trench Town youth named Sticko, were already way off in the distance. Before steering her car through the gateposts, Rita paused to let another vehicle drive in – then screamed and jammed on the brakes as pain seared her scalp.
The other car’s unseen passenger had shot her through her window and scorched on into the yard.
‘Give me a juice, nah!’ A booming cry in the kitchen made Bob and Gilly look up as Bob’s manager, a swaggering, sharp-witted hustler called Don Taylor, strode in. But Taylor was followed almost immediately by three intruders – gunmen, charging in through the doors at either end of the kitchen. One brandished two automatics like he was Jimmy Cliff in The Harder They Come . They fired round after round, the sound deafening as the kitchen became a battlefield. The Wailers and their militant Dread posse were caught off guard. Indeed, even though this was the moment Bob had been dreading, when the shock came, he froze. Everything went into slow motion. He felt something push him, and he fell down only later did he realise it was streetwise Don Taylor, raised working the volatile bars and brothels of the Kingston waterfront. The bullet aimed at Bob’s heart instead smashed into his upper arm. Later, Bob was advised that an operation to remove it carried the risk of loss of control of his fingers, so the lead would stay there till he was in his coffin.
The noise of four automatics belching bullets suddenly silenced.
‘I recognise one guy,’ mutters Gilly tersely. He won’t name names. ‘They came in with two guns blazing and I ran out thanks to the power of the Most High.’ With an expertise learnt in his child hood flights from the Trench Town cops, Gilly raced through the yard and over the wall. In the rehearsal room, bullets smashed into Carly’s drum stool, and he fell to the floor. The next shots hit the wall, right where his head had been. Fams was trying to run for it but got caught up in the leads trapped under Carly’s stool. The brothers disentangled themselves and sprinted for the bathroom, where they hid in the bathtub behind the shower curtain, hearts pounding. The Wailers’s newest American guitarist, Donald Kinsey, was so freaked he left the island and the band the next day, never to return.
Tucked away in Neville’s little house, Diane Jobson and Nancy Burke had no idea what was happening. Silently, both women prayed as gunfire spasmed as if it would never stop. Terrified, the children cowered under the bed. When the shooting stopped, all their hearts convulsed. In the silence, unthinkable questions shouted inside their heads. Had anybody – everybody – been killed? And was Brother Bob still alive?
The eerie quiet was broken when Burke heard Seeco’s wrenching shout outside their window. ‘ Blood claat! Is Seaga men! Dem come fe kill Bob!’ That view was endorsed by word in the street, as passers-by said that before the ambulances and police arrived, they saw a car shoot out of the yard. But instead of driving uphill in the direction of University College Hospital, as might have been expected of any improvised transport for the wounded, the car headed downtown, straight toward the notorious Tivoli Gardens – the JLP headquarters, still a virtual no-go zone three decades on.
‘Down in Trench Town, we heard it as a news flash over the radio, and as soon as we hear it, we know what the source was, even if we didn’t know the person till after. We knew what it was about,’ definitively states Bob’s old Trench Town neighbour Michael Smith, of the group Knowledge. ‘All of these things came from the politics, Bob deciding to do the concert for Manley when he had turned down doing a show for the JLP. At that time they had Bob Marley as an international star, and everyone wanted Bob on their side.’
So Bob’s best intentions for a non-political concert had bitterly backfired.
Jobson rushed out into the yard, where Rita was reeling, bleeding from the head. She begged, ‘Diane, take me to the hospital!’ But seeing that Rita was still standing and coherent, Jobson ran past her and into the kitchen. Just minutes before, it had been packed and buzzing. Now she was horrified to find an empty room and see a half-peeled grapefruit lying on the floor in puddles of blood . She breathed again only when she heard Bob call out to her weakly, ‘Is alright, Diane. Me here still.’
Comforting the hysterical children, Nancy Burke watched as Bob walked out in his blood -drenched shirt between two policemen to the waiting car, holding his arm in its reddening bandage. The anguished self-questioning, as so often happens in the unfolding stages of trauma and grief, would soon come. He didn’t look shaken or fearful. The Tuff Gong was angry.
Exodus: the Making and Meaning of Bob Marley and the Wailers’ Album of the Century’ by Vivien Goldman is published by Aurum Press
At the time, some press outlets and news organizations report that Bob Marley has been killed.

December 5, 1976

The Smile Jamaica Concert scheduled for December 5, 1976, 1 and 1/2 days after Marley’s attempted assassination, is still slated to go on:

Jamaica Gleaner December 5, 1976

Marley delivers the performance of a lifetime in the most courageous live performance in the history of popular music.  Performing with bullets still lodged in his body, this moment is one of the greatest ever in the annals of popular music.  I have written previously about how this event transformed Marley and Jamaica in Smile Jamaica: The Transformation of Bob Marley.  This link also contains the live performance recording downloads.
I have included high quality video footage of his performance at Smile Jamaica.  You decide for yourself.
Bob Marley at Smile Jamaica

Jamaica Gleaner December 7, 1976

December 5, 1976

Kim Gottlieb-Walker talks ‘Golden Age of Reggae’ with Midnight Raver

Midnight Raver recently spoke with legendary photographer and friend of the blog Kim Gottlieb-Walker, who was one of the very first professional photographers to photograph Bob Marley, The Wailers, and other reggae musicians on their home turf in Jamaica.  Her work is brilliantly presented in “Bob Marley and the Golden Age of Reggae: 1975-1976 The Photographs of Kim Gottlieb-Walker” with commentary by Cameron Crowe, Roger Steffens, and Jeff Walker.  The book was published in August 2010 by Titan Books and Random House.  It is available for purchase through Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

During 1975 and 1976, Kim Gottlieb-Walker, then an “underground photo-journalist,” accompanied her husband Jeff Walker, the Island Records publicity head, to Jamaica to profile this emerging movement of Rasta musicians who were making a brand new style of music called “reggae.”  What she did not know at the time, and what we now know today, is that she documented the emergence of one of the greatest social, political, and musical revolutions of the past 50 years.  Over a period of 2 years and several trips to Jamaica, Kim documented the artists who would go on to “define the genre and captivate a generation.”

Kim with Rohan Marley

(MR) Talk a little bit about the first time you met Bob Marley. Was it at the Roxy in July 1975?

(KGW) “No…a few days earlier…Jeff and I met with Bob at his motel room where we set up the music press interviews. I set up the chair where Bob would sit during the interviews where the light would be good so I could shoot during the discussions without having to interject myself in any way. Bob knew we were there to spread the word about him and his message and he trusted Jeff, so he was completely on-board.”

Bob before the music press interviews at the Sunset Marquis in Hollywood, 1975  (Photo © Kim Gottlieb-Walker,, all rights reserved. From her book “Bob Marley and the Golden Age of Reggae, 1975-76, The Photographs of Kim Gottlieb-Walker.”)

(MR)  How about Peter Tosh?  When did you first meet him?  

(KGW)  “I first met Peter at Tommy Cowan’s recording studio in Kingston. He was always open and loquacious and had absolutely justifiable righteous wrath about the injustices he had experienced…lots of verbal wordplay, very animated and expressive and enthusiastic about communicating his experiences and being photographed. We had such a good time with him and I enjoyed photographing him so much, that I was late getting over to Hope Road to Bob’s house…and Bob was just leaving to go play soccer and wouldn’t stick around, even though I had come to see him with Jeff a day or so earlier to let him know I was shooting for a People magazine article that would be seen by millions and so I wanted him to think about what he’d like the photo to say about him, what he’d like it to include, etc…but he drove off with his friends and I actually started to cry because it was an important assignment for me. I think his friends may have given him a hard time about it because they told me to come forward (never “back”) on Saturday to be there and hang out and take photos all day…which I did.”

(MR)  Tosh seems like such an imposing figure, however, I have heard that his personality was cordial and he was an easy man to talk to.  What was your experience with him?

(KGW)  “He was so genuinely sweet and open and expressive…the next year when we brought Cameron Crowe (at age 18) and our 3 year old son Orion (who Cameron dubbed Ras Kitty because he knew every cut on every reggae album Island had released and loved talking about his cats), Tosh was wonderful and gentle with Ry, helping him play 45s and getting a real kick out of Ry’s enthusiasm. And he went on an extended rant for Cameron about the injustice in Jamaica he had experienced…but always lively and funny and expansive…and REALLY fun to photograph.”

(MR)  Do you remember photographing Bob Marley for the first time?

(KGW)  “It was in the West Hollywood motel room during and after the music press interviews…it was important to Bob to communicate that the music was just a vehicle for the message about Rastafari …about love and brotherhood and righteousness and equality…and he was very animated and expressive. I also photographed him relaxing with a spliff between interviews. Then we all went off to shoot the taping of the appearance on Manhattan Transfer…first a rehearsal and then the performance.”

Manhattan Transfer, 1975 (Photo © Kim Gottlieb-Walker,, all rights reserved. From her book “Bob Marley and the Golden Age of Reggae, 1975-76, The Photographs of Kim Gottlieb-Walker.”)

(MR)  In photographing Marley, you captured many great moments, some in color and others in black and white.  How do you decide which to use?

(KGW)  “Color slide film was both expensive and had a narrow exposure range so I would mostly shoot black and white or Eastman Color Negative (which was actually 35mm movie film ends which were both cheap and produced color negatives with a wider exposure latitude from which you could make slides or prints – though the film was really meant for projection rather than print).”

(MR)  Was Marley agreeable to your following and photographing him?

(KGW)  “He didn’t like to pose…but I was there to document what was there, not to pose him or interject myself…and he accepted my presence completely and graciously. When we were in his house at Hope Road, at one point I put some colored cardboard on the wall in the colors of the Ethiopian flag and asked him to stand in front of them…which he did…and the first photo was serious (he was trying to be patient even though he wasn’t 100% comfortable posing)…but I peeked out from behind the camera and said,”You know, a lot of people who will see these photos are people who already love you” and he broke out into a genuine smile which gave me my next two frames… and that was the end of that posing session. The only time he actually ENJOYED posing was for the High Times cover…that was genuine pleasure on his face!”


Bob smiles for Kim, 1976 (Photo © Kim Gottlieb-Walker,, all rights reserved. From her book “Bob Marley and the Golden Age of Reggae, 1975-76, The Photographs of Kim Gottlieb-Walker.”)

(MR)  Did he ever comment on any of your photographs?  Did he have a favorite of yours?

(KGW)  “I have no idea. I think he probably got a kick out of the High Times cover. I know he diligently read every article generated by the interviews we had arranged and discussed them with Jeff. There are photos in my book of him reading the published articles.  I loved it when I had a display of my photos at the Jamaican Consulate in New York and Bob’s son Rohan came…and he walked from photo to photo saying “I know what my father was thinking in THAT photo” as he recognized the various expressions he remembered well.”

(MR)  You traveled to Jamaica to photograph Marley before he really broke internationally.  Was there a sense that something big was happening with this scene?  Did Marley have any intuition about what his future would hold?

(KGW)  “We believed he was destined for big things and I think he had a sense of that too, because he took the music so seriously and was so conscientious about it and the message it communicated.”

(MR)  You spent plenty of time at 56 Hope Road.  What was the atmosphere like there?

(KGW)  “It was always an open house with lots of kids and Rastas and friends hanging out, smoking, making music, kicking soccer balls around, playing ping-pong, the scent of great Jamaican food wafting through the air…very laid back.”

(MR)  It seems unlikely that the Rasta community would welcome American photographers with open arms.  How did you navigate this?

(KGW)  “Everyone was wonderful to me…hippies and Rastas have much in common…and they all knew I was there in support of the music and the message. When we traveled around the island, musicians would meet us everywhere we went and were enthusiastic about being photographed. The second time we went, everyone had seen the photos I had shot the first time around and I was actually known around the island, which literally saved our asses when I was shooting Bunny Wailer’s album billboard over the bus station and two BIG Rastas aggressively approached us saying “Who are YOU? CIA???” and when they heard who I was they said “Oh! We know about Kim. Kim’s ok.”  All the musicians were very happy to be photographed and a ball to work with.”

(MR)  Although Marley evidently trusted you as a photographer, did his associates/advisors hold the same view?

(KGW)  “No one ever expressed any disapproval to me. Everyone wanted the message of the music to reach the world…and there was no internet at the time, so photos and articles in the music press were the main way to do that. Chris Blackwell was blown away by the quality of the photos I shot…he told Jeff he had no idea I was so good – he thought I was ‘just the wife taking a few snaps!'”

(MR)  You talk in your book “The Golden Age of Reggae” about the difficulty of keeping a schedule with a man who basically did not adhere to any schedule.  How difficult was this for you?

(KGW)  “What schedule?  In Jamaica, it’s always “soon come”…so things happen eventually, whether there is a schedule or not. I’m usually pretty patient and laid back and deal with things as they come, so it was generally no problem for me.”

(MR)  You photographed Marley during those definitive years of 1975-1976.  Were you the first photographer to be embedded in this cultural phenomenon?

(KGW)  “Bob had been photographed by Esther Anderson and Adrien Boot and others within his circle…I think I was the first assigned to photograph him specifically for Island to help expand his career outside of Jamaica and Great Britain. I don’t really know!  Jeff and I escorted a gaggle of press to meet Bob in 1976 including Time magazine photographer David Burnett. Peter Simon was roaming the island shooting during that time too.”

(MR)  While embedded in Jamaica, you photographed many reggae musicians, many of whom are now considered legendary figures in the history of reggae.  Talk a little bit about some of these characters.  Was there one, other than the Wailers, who particularly stood out?

(KGW)  “Jacob Miller was so much fun to photograph…he was warm and funny and gregarious and was obviously beloved in Jamaica and his death only a few years later was a real tragedy. Justin Hines was so great to photograph too…we went to Dunn’s River Falls and he climbed out on a tree branch out in the water in front of the falls and I waded way out to shoot back toward the shore, and it produced one of my favorite photos. They were all amazing – Burning Spear, Lee Perry, the mystical Bunny Wailer… All of the wonderful session musicians were so much fun…they were all laughing and flirting and posing for me and were up for anything.”

(MR)  I love the photo from your book where you are wearing a Burning Spear shirt, then an unknown trio from St. Annes.  Spear (Winston Rodney) is now a living legend.  Have you maintained relationships with any of these characters you met while in Jamaica?

(KGW)  “Later in the 70s I started shooting for movies (John Carpenter’s Halloween, the Fog, Christine and Escape from New York), which got me into the Cinematographers Guild and started a whole new phase of my career. I wasn’t with Jeff when he went back down to Jamaica to shoot the Dream concert, which turned out to be the weekend after Bob was shot. Recently I saw Ras Michael at Roger Steffens’ house and gave him an art print of a photo I shot of him in 1975, which he was very pleased to have. The book has brought those times forward again, so online I’ve reconnected with a few people, like Donald Kinsey and a few of the guys from Third World and provided some photos for websites here and there.”

(MR)  It was so interesting to me that Cameron Crowe was such a big part of your story (I grew up on Fast Times at Ridgemont High).  There is a stunning photo of Peter Tosh reasoning with Cameron on a house porch.

(KGW)  “Actually, it was on one of the terraces of the Chela Bay Hotel.”

(MR)  You also took your young son on these sojourns to Jamaica.  What was it like to have these kids with you in such a strange and unpredictable environment? Rastas were still considered “counter-culture”at the time, to put things nicely.

(KGW)  “We didn’t think twice about bringing Orion to Jamaica. My 3 year old considered himself a Rasta…and his knowledge of reggae made every musician he encountered delighted and amused. Even Obeah “Blackheart Man” Bunny Wailer got into a philosophical discussion with him about Armeggedeon. He generated smiles and goodwill everywhere he went. My son, now 38, has on his wall the photo of Bob laughing with him in his little yellow knit cap during the High Times photo session. We brought Cameron to Jamaica to soak up the ital vibes…and we loved traveling around the island together. Originally I had a photo in my book of Cam lying on the ground with smoke curling above him after having some lovely herb tea at Bongo Sylli’s woven house, but he asked me to switch it for another photo because he has teenaged kids who he was not sure he was ready to have see those pictures. We were as “counter-culture” as the Rastas…and accepted and treated warmly everywhere we went.”


Peter Tosh, Bunny Wailer, and a young Cameron Crowe (Photo © Kim Gottlieb-Walker,, all rights reserved. From her book “Bob Marley and the Golden Age of Reggae, 1975-76, The Photographs of Kim Gottlieb-Walker.”)

(MR)  How difficult was it to work with Bunny Wailer, a man who you could only summon by calling his name from under the coolie plum tree?

(KGW)  “Bunny was great…he has a real aura of mystery and power…There is a story in my book about how he once refused to be photographed by a particular fellow because “I don’t let dead men take my picture” and the man died shortly thereafter – so I felt that the fact that he had no problem with me photographing him meant I would be around for awhile.”

(MR)  How has this experience affected or shaped you, both as a person and a photographer?

(KGW)  “It certainly makes for some wonderful memories! I still think of Jamaica as a piece of the Garden of Eden and treasure my memories of that time and place. I am still the same “flower child” I was then….just chronologically older.”

(MR)  Are you a reggae fan?

(KGW)  “I still occasionally listen to the reggae from the mid-seventies. All of the Wailers’ albums, Tosh…Bunny’s “Blackheart Man” is still one of my favorite albums…but my tastes are very eclectic and cover many different kinds of music. I rely on Jeffrey to turn me on to new performers. I never hear anything when I’m shooting, so I don’t remember the sounds of any concerts I shot.”

(MR)  What is your opinion of Bob Marley and the Wailers’ significance in the history of popular music?

(KGW)  “Bob is an iconic figure around the world and that golden age in the mid-seventies produced amazing music. I know most people only think of Bob when reggae is mentioned, which is why I made sure so many others were also included in my book so their wonderful music can be discovered by those who only know of Bob… and remembered vividly by those who did know of them. I think Bob will be remembered as one of the most significant figures of the 20th century.”

Lee Perry, Max Romeo, and others outside the Black Ark, 1976 ((Photo © Kim Gottlieb-Walker,, all rights reserved. From her book “Bob Marley and the Golden Age of Reggae, 1975-76, The Photographs of Kim Gottlieb-Walker.”)

For Midnight Raver Blog’s review of Kim’s book, please click HERE.

Bob Marley interviewed by Pam Hickling, 1975 (Video)

This rare interview with Marley was conducted by JBC reporter Pam Hickling at Marley’s 56 Hope Road home in 1975.  In the interview, he talks openly, especially about women.  Enjoy!

Bob Marley and the Wailers Rehearsal at Tuff Gong, 1980

Here you will see some amazing film of Bob Marley and the Wailers rehearsing for the Uprising tour at Tuff Gong studios in 1980.  The footage was recorded for a JBC documentary produced by Mr. Dermot Hussey.  It is truly priceless and never gets old.

Field General Carlton Barrett

Robert “Bob” Marley

Tyrone “Organ D” Downie

Alvin “Seeco” Patterson (thanks Fred for the scans)

Aston “Familyman” Barrett by Lee Jaffe (

Julian “Junior” Marvin

Al Anderson

Earl “Wire” Lindo by Matthew Muir


Neville Garrick by Lindsay Donald (“Decorate the Music”)