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, http://www.lenswoman.com, 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, http://www.lenswoman.com, 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, http://www.lenswoman.com, 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, http://www.lenswoman.com, 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, http://www.lenswoman.com, 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.

 

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Catch A Fire: Album Overview

I have included an absolute gem for you guys tonight.  My good friend Fred is a noteworthy archivist and collector with extensive knowledge about reggae, especially Bob Marley and the Wailers.  Please visit his website at:

http://voiceofthesufferers.free.fr/

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CLASSIC TRACKS: Bob Marley & The Wailers: Burnin’

By Richard Buskin

Bob Marley and the Wailers were the first Jamaican musicians to achieve world stardom. Tracked in Kingston and finished in London by Island engineers Phill Brown and Tony Platt, their breakthrough album was a truly international recording.

Starting as a tape-op at Olympic Studios, London, in November 1967, Phill Brown was initially trained by such industry notables as Keith Grant, Glyn Johns and Eddie Kramer while working with artists like the Rolling Stones, the Small Faces, Traffic and Jimi Hendrix. Not a bad start. In 1970, after having built Toronto Sound, Canada’s first 16-track studio, with his brother Terry, Brown then became a house engineer at the newly opened Island Records facility on Basing Street in Central London, where he initially worked with outside clients and stayed until going freelance in 1976. By then his credits included Harry Nilsson, Jeff Beck, Led Zeppelin, Robert Palmer and one Robert Nesta Marley, who as a member of the Wailers had first worked alongside Brown on the band’s second Island release, the 1973 album Burnin’.

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Sound On Sound Magazine, March 2006

KAZO Black Vinyl

For those who have not visited the KAZO page here on the blog, you are really missing something rare and spectacular.  My good friend and French trader and archivist KAZO spent countless hours compiling the most important tracks in reggae into the “Black Vinyl Colection.”  The collection is comprised of KAZO’s selections of the best sources for 7″ and/or 12″ singles, sometimes complemented with some additional issued vinyl takes. Priority has been given to lossless tracks. Level averaging has been performed using a sound editor (Goldwave).  The collection is comprised primarily of long-gone and rarely heard singles ripped directly from vinyl.  With the files in lossless audio, the listener can enjoy listening to these recordings, originally pressed to vinyl, with the cracks, pops, and the occasional skip characterized by classic vinyl recordings.  It is a unique experience and one that I recommend to every fan reading this blog.

It is now four years after his original “Black Vinyl Collection” release, and KAZO has graciously asked me to host the second edition of the Black Vinyl 1-xx series. It is completely reconstructed. The aim is now to present every 7″ singles recorded by the Wailers. Most of the records were issued in Jamaica (mainly under Studio 1 or Coxsone labels) and in UK (mainly under Island label), sometimes with different couplings. Several reprints have also been issued.

Please click HERE to check out the KAZO collection.

A selection from the Black Vinyl Collection:

Who Feels It, Slays It: Bob Marley and the Wailers Live at the Lyceum 1975 (PART II)

This is Part II of a 2 part post about Bob Marley and the Wailers‘ performance at the Lyceum Ballroom on July 17th and 18th 1975.

In this post I am sharing press clippings and additional media related to Bob Marley and the Wailers’ performances in London during the summer of 1975.

Jamaica Gleaner May 4, 1975

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Jamaica Gleaner August 28, 1980

The following is an excerpt from Chris Salewicz’s History of Rock:

The next LP, Natty Dread, came out in early 1975. Tosh and Bunny Livingston had been at many of the sessions, but as observers rather than as participants. The new album was credited to ‘Bob Marley and the Wailers’, while the I-Threes, the female trio of Rita Marley, Marcia Griffiths and Judy Mowatt, had been recruited as backing vocalists. A stunning set of songs, the record spanned a wide variety of subjects —from everyday oppression in Jamaica to sweet love songs like ‘No Woman No Cry’.

It was another version of that beautiful song that was finally to break Marley in the UK charts.

On two successive July nights, the group played London’s Lyceum. The ecstatic response of the audience at the first show prompted Chris Blackwell to record the group’s second performance. Bob Marley And The Wailers Live (1975) was rush-released and hailed by critics as one of the few live recordings to truly capture an artist’s essence. It was from that record that the single ‘No Woman No Cry’ was taken, and the song quickly entered the charts to peak at Number 22.

The way was paved for Bob’s biggest success: Rastaman Vibration, released in May 1976. The album’s outstanding track was ‘War’, which set to music the words of a speech by Haile Salassie. (The previous August Selassie had died in Addis Ababa: Marley, working with Lee Perry, had rushed out a tribute single that was released only in Jamaica, entitled ‘Jah Live’) Thought not his own lyrics, the power of the words served to underpin the moral authority of Marley’s music. Rastaman Vibration was Marley’s first US Top Ten album.

In fact, it was to remain his biggest US hit.

The following review by Charles Shaar Murray was published in NME on July 26, 1975.

“HEY, MON… WHAT are all these whites doin’ here? They not here last time the Wailers play…”

What this whitey is doing is dancing. It ain’t something I do particularly often or particularly well, but if you’re listening to the Wailers standing up, you really don’t have much choice. There’s some fine dancing going on, which is just about inevitable when good dancers get together with great dance music in the world’s most resistably rococo sauna bath.

Scenario: Friday night at London’s Lyceum. Ray McVay has been given the night off and a prime clutch of Her Majesty’s Finest are hovering uneasily around the entrance waiting, just waiting, for one of these uppitty niggers in the wool hats and bebop pegged pants to start something.

Inside, a 50-50 blend of white hippies and street bruthas’n'sistas are scouting each other out and grooving on a band called Third World who are (a) a New Band (b) from King-ston Jamai-ca and (c) very good indeed.

They play alternating layers of reggae and Kooled-out U.S. funk, and got the first rise of the night out of the small but exuberant Rasta delegation in the audience with the musical question; “Do you remember the days of slavery?”

I noted with some concern that Mr. Philip Norman, reviewing the previous night’s concert in Saturday’s edition of The Times, noticed (and I paraphrase) that small groups of people were seated cross-legged on the floor having what looked like a card game while the “foetid air” was sweetened by “an odour resembling that of freshly-pressed shirts”.

Though a taste for impromptu hands of poker and laundry-ironing sessions at rock or soul concerts is still an essentially minority pursuit, it is not inconceivable that Mr. Norman had seen exactly what he described. However, on the Friday night what the seated groups of people were doing was smoking prodigious quantities of what made Kingston famous. Not a laundry press in sight.

Despite the 50-50 black/white ratio, the blacks definitely had the edge. Even though there probably hadn’t been a show since Sly that’d made them want to go to the Lyceum, and even though the white kids probably went there pretty regularly, it was still black turf, a fact which showed in everyone of those little who-shot-John confrontations about who steps back for whom.

Don’t get me wrong; it definitely wasn’t a case of anybody getting uptight. It was just that the roles were more or less implicit from the moment you got in.

“Ras…”

Nearly every one of the records played during the intermission included a variant on the phrase “Natty Dread” in the lyrics.

“…ta…”

The compere reminds everyone to watch their handbags as there was a bit of trouble last night.

“…far…”

Down front it’s real stand-on-Zanzibar shoulder-to-shoulder stuff. By some strange natural law, all the tallest people in the building seem to have made their way directly to the front, right up against the barriers. The compere asks everyone to move back a little because “some little kids are getting crushed at the front”. There is no perceptible reaction. He doesn’t repeat the message.

“…iiiiii!”

Even though they filtered onto the stage fairly slowly, it seems more and more as if the Wailers just exploded out from nowhere with their opening salvo, the sublime ‘Trenchtown Rock’ (an old song, I’m told, from their pre-Island days which is due to be triumphantly resurrected on their next album).

It opened the set with an incandescent burst of pure energy, at once quintessentially laid-back and vibrating with intensity, a rhythm that holds you tight while still allowing room to move. White rock lays its beat on you; the Wailers music allows you to find your own rhythm within it.

Bob Marley is small and agile, bobbing and weaving. He seems to be both abstracted and possessed, which is a logical way to be if you’ve been stoned solidly for the last 15 or 20 years.

He’s continually scratching out that loping ka-cha-ka rhythm out of his Les Paul, and the whole thing pivots around that and Aston ‘Family Man’ Barrett’s bass. ‘Family Man’ is the one who keeps the wheels turning, applying Fender bass grease to all the cogs and fly-wheels, movin’ it on and rolling.

The band are solid and unified, gliding more than steamrollering, and they keep coming; never more so than on ‘Lively Up Yourself’, which was so powerful that it made the recorded version seem positively Mickey Mouse by comparison.

At the back of the hall people danced and waited for their own particular favourite Wailers song to come up. All around me, people were singing along to the beatific ‘Kinky Reggae’, and outbursts of Rasta cheers greeted the line “Burnin’ and lootin’ tonight.”

Predictably, ‘Natty Dread’ itself was the hit of the night, and whenever Marley shook his hair he got a round of applause. It’s been a very long time since anyone’s seen an audience applaud an artist’s hair, but then it’s been a very long time since hair has represented anything specific to any part of the subculture.

Nowadays any bozo can have his hair long and it doesn’t mean a damn thing, but dreadlocks are a whole different ball game. Significantly, hardly anybody in the audience had them, but there were a few who’d have locks to rival Marley’s if they worked at ‘em for a couple of years.

From the opening ‘Trenchtown Rock’ through to the finale of ‘I Shot The Sheriff’, the quality of the show was nothing less than overwhelming. Music of this intensity comes along but rarely, since there s very little music being produced in the rock field that relates to any specific living culture.

The Wailers’ music is simultaneously a genuine folk music, and as technically and lyrically sophisticated, despite its superficial simplicity, as most of the produce of their contemporaries, which qualities combine to give it both its intoxicating spirituality and its riveting funk.

It done bin said before but perhaps it needs to be said again: the Wailers are not simply the most outstanding band in reggae; but one of the premier bands of the moment. Full Stop.

And I left feeling so good that I didn’t even care when some dude tried to pick my pocket on the way out.

© Charles Shaar Murray, 1975