"BOB MARLEY; Prophecies & Messages, Sep1980.". (Pure Edit in full ). (Rare archived footage of one of Bob's final interviews, intermixed with the music and message as given by Bob and his inner circle.) https://youtu.be/iKrdq_kWhLk ). i omitted added voice over'd narrated, propaganda, leaving Bob with his message of the day, intact for fellow men and woman of the world. I may not agree with all he say's, but i do respect, love, and listen, he is intriguing for the things we don't generally hear, from his background, life and positioning by the powers that stand in the shadows ready to play their own hand through any ways they can. The real Bob Marley was physically, mentally and spiritually focused, primed for action. I advise ''fans'' to research Bob in his truth over the numerous, propagated portrayals spliced and narrated over to paint pictures favouring agenda's needs. Nina x. Bob Marley – Prophecies and Messages. A rather substantial piece comprising interviews with Marley and band (the Wailers), archival footage and much more. This fascinating backstage interview footage features both Bob Marley and Wailer's keyboard player Tyrone Downie discussing Rastafarianism. "It's shot low-band, low-tech and low-budget," says director Don Letts, a former member of Big Audio Dynamite and winner of a Grammy for best long-form music video earlier this year for The Clash: Westway to the World. "It's rugged, but Bob's performance shines through. I had forgotten how powerful his live shows were." Letts says. "I've never heard Bob speak so in-depth about Rastafarian ideology." Bob’s father was a 50-year-old white British naval captain named Norval Sinclair Marley. Bob’s mom, a black country village girl named Cedella, was 19 when, in the small Jamaican village of Nine Mile in Saint Ann Parish, Bob was born at 2:30 in the morning on Feb. 6, 1945. Imagine how happy Cedella’s father was to discover his daughter had been sleeping with an old white man named Norval. Imagine how thrilled Norval’s family of racist colonialists was to learn the same thing. Norval instructed Cedella to name the baby boy that was hers (and, he made clear, hers alone) Nesta Robert. So she did. “Robert” was the name of Norval’s brother. As a little kid, Bob had a knack for deeply spooking people by successfully predicting their futures by reading their palms. At seven, having just returned to his rural village after a year spent living in the ghettos of Kingston (Jamaica’s capital), he declared that from then on he would cease to read palms. His new destiny, he said, was to become a singer. “Tuff Gong,” the name of Bob’s recording label, was a nickname Bob earned for himself in the Kingston ghetto of Trenchtown (so named because it was built over an old drainage trench) for being exactly the wrong guy to screw with. Ever. When Bob was twenty-one, he lived in Delaware for seven months. During that time he worked the night shift at a Chrysler plant (about which he wrote in his song, “Night Shift”), drove a forklift in a factory, and worked as a lab assistant for DuPont Chemical (!). When he was a kid, one of Bob’s regular chores was to hike five miles through rugged country to fetch firewood. Work was never a problem for Marley. He was famous for making his band rehearse hours and hours after any normal person would have dropped exhausted to the floor. Peter Tosh’s given name was Winston Hubert McIntosh. “The Toughest,” (Tosh)was murdered in his home on Friday, September 11, 1987, by a 32-year-old hoodlum acquaintance. (Tosh was a guitarist in The Wailers, and a very important reggae singer/songwriter in his own right.) The first record Bob cut was called “Judge Not.” When Bob discovered that the reason he was still poor after being so famous for so long was that his long-time manager and friend Don Taylor had been robbing him blind, Bob beat Don to within an inch of his life. Then he fired him. Bob once said: “America is pure deviltry, dem t’ings dat go on there. Dem just work with force and brutality. Dem lock out the punk thing because they see something happening. So the oppressors bring another man to blind the youth to the truth, and dem call him-John Tra-vol-ta.” Bob died of cancer (brain, liver, stomach, lungs) on May 11, 1981. He was thirty-six years old. In one day, 40,000 people filed past his coffin as his body lay in state in Jamaica’s National Arena. And that’s just the number of people who got inside. Thanks for watching, comment if moved too, Nina.Sept.2015.

• published: 26 Sep 2015
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