Union. Fusion. Liberation.
Said like this, these three words seem like the tenets of a new creed. Don't worry, I'm not a preacher via the web, I just use these terms to describe an event. Yes, because the concerts of Bob Marley and the Wailers were nothing else but this. An event, a joy, a liberation, a mixture of music and spirituality. Chris Blackwell and Island smartly decided to document all this for those who weren't there and, as evidence, released "Live!" in 1975, composed of pieces from recordings made at the Lyceum Ballroom in London.
The CD, musically speaking, condenses in a little over half an hour the best of Marley's production up to that moment: from "Trenchtown Rock" to "Get Up, Stand Up", passing through "Lively Up Yourself" (welcomed with a roar from the audience), reaching the unforgettable "No Woman, No Cry" (here in its most well-known version). But, as mentioned, here there is no need to analyze the musical side of this live album (which is excellent, with the group captured in a state of pure "trance" throughout the record), but the indescribable strength and symbiosis that is unleashed between the band and its audience; Marley here seems like everything but a singer; he seems more like an incredible crowd leader, a bearer of a message to be listened to and listened to again. And you can feel that the audience present, through the music, the fun, and the emotion it provokes, grasps it, seizes it, and makes it their own. A record that, in reality, could be an oration, a speech from a charismatic figure to a crowd now amused, now astonished. That Reggae is involved matters little.
A glaring example of how music is just a means, not the ultimate goal to achieve, this "Live!" perfectly captures Marley's idea of a concert. On those evenings, Bob had his audience in his grip: he had taken them by the hand and slammed the reality told in his songs in their face. And those who were there understood and let themselves be led by the Wailers to the final shout of "Get Up, Stand Up," sung in one voice by the white Londoners and the Jamaican blacks present at the concert. 30 years later we feel that shout as intense as ever.
The Wailers had conquered, for one night, the capital of Babylon.