By Tasja Nielsen
Date: 15 July '15
Venue: Store VEGA, Copenhagen, Denmark
Besides the usual ”God, how long is the support act going to last?”-feeling, the concert was off the awesome-chart! All tickets had been sold, which meant that there were 1550 people attending. 1550 humans feeling the reggae-vibe, uniting under a single cause.
I felt the warmth as soon as I stepped into the venue. I expected to drown in dreadlocks at this thing. And yes, there were plenty of rastafari-dudes walking around with their massive headgear, but it surprised me how much diversity the audience displayed. Young girls attending the concert to shake their booties, rastafari-representatives, Danish dancehall artist ”Klumben”, all sorts of lovely ladies in skimpy outfits, pretty-boys, sophisticated looking females, guys in suits, and even an elderly couple standing in the back bobbing their heads to the heavy bass flowing from stage. A massive cloud of smoke rose from the middle of the audience, and the smell of sweet sweet Marijuana was sneaking into my nostrils wherever I went.
The emcee this evening was an old rastafari-dude, who honestly reminded me of Rafikki from The Lion King. Long grey dreads fell from his head, and his crooked posture while bouncing around on the stage? It was uncanny. My understanding of Jamaican-English is very rusty, almost non-existent. So I understood absolutely nothing Rafikki said. Until he screamed, “DAMIEN MARLEEEEY!”
When Damien entered the stage the crowd went wild, a lot of raised fists went up in the air, and he started swinging his massive dreadlocks. I haven't seen dreads like that before. They went from head to floor on this tower of a man! The show started with a bit of the song ”Make it bun dem”. I really like this track. Mostly because of the beat. Jeez. I couldn’t stand still when it started, so me and my feet were very pleased that this was the show-opener.
The concert was touching in so many ways. Damien performed two of his dad’s old songs ”Trenchtown Rock” and ”Get up, Stand up”. While he performed these songs I felt a hold on my heart. When you carry the genes of Bob Marley, you have a massive torch to carry on. I closed my eyes during this session, and I truly felt like I was at a Bob Marley concert. The timeframe these protest-songs vibrate within was amazing. Amazing in the way that they really are timeless. The message in ”Get up, Stand up” is as valid today, as the day the song was first written.
I find it amazingly horrifying, though, that these songs of protest hold relevance in our society today. Do we really still need to ”Stand up for your right”? The answer is a ”YES!”. A roaring, soaring: ”YES!”. I might not have the Rastafari-look, but I have a Rastafari-heart. I think we all do somewhere in there, covered in media-biased hatred and fear, we find the human heart. A beautiful piece of electromagnetism, just waiting to pulse out the fantastic love, to whoever is willing to receive it.
At this concert, every heart was glowing. All were equally giving, and receiving this feeling of familiar unity. Even though the place was packed with so many different expressions of humanity, it was like we were one big bunch of tiny reggae-cells, making up a pleasant pool of buzzing dub-energy. Even the security at the venue were somewhat chilled. They handled the ongoing joint-smoking with humour and patience. I guess they kind of expected Marijuana at this concert, but I still think they handled it better than I've experienced it before. I did not feel they were an obstacle, and I had epic concert either way!
The last quarter of the concert was intense. Damien performed his big hits, and the medley made the audience (including myself) go insane! The energy in his performance was unprecedented, and I had to apologise to a few folks for jumping/dancing/bouncing into and onto them. We touched skins, and hearts that night.
I feel so grateful, that I have this memory in my heart now. So this Buddha Mag representative will recommend all fellow lovers on earth, to experience a Marley concert once in their lives.
I had mine, which is why I will end this piece in the Spirit Of a Lover, with a raised fist, and with the words: INCLUDE, NEVER EXCLUDE!