LEE "SCRATCH" PERRY AND THE SPIRITUAL
It’s the future. The children dem were created for my music. They are the energy. No - not energy: INergy ... because the world EN is the end, but the word IN is the beginning.
It’s the future. The
children dem were created for my music. They are the energy. No - not energy:
INergy ... because the world EN is the end, but the word IN is the beginning.
These are the words of Jamaican Reggae and Dub legend Lee
“Scratch” Perry. At 80 years old, Perry is still performing his spiritual music
internationally. It seems out of some divine afflatus that the producer, poet,
musician, singer and artist manifests his other-worldly inspiration. Lee’s eccentricity of
character and arcane mystery of speech have alienated some who term him
‘madman’ and enticed others to give him the appellation of ‘genius’. I am of
the latter school of thought and went to see him at the Fiddler’s Bristol, as
an ancient traveller may seek an oracle – to hear truth through the channel of
this seer.
In many ways the venue, located on Willway Street,
metamorphosed into a sanctuary of deep, dreamy dub meditation. On the stage
sits what seems to be a shrine; three bananas pierced with incense sticks sit
in front of a suitcase adorned with an exuberance of emblems and images. Lee
himself looks somewhat like an intergalactic Poseidon, wearing leggings that
resemble the milky-way and adorned with patches, beads and crystals. His beard
and hair are dyed fuchsia and there are mirrors on his hat.
Perry’s band plays his most iconic tracks: Disco Devil,
Zion’s Blood and People Funny Boy. These provide a musical backdrop for a
rhyming overflow of his stream of consciousness – surrealist spoken word poetry
if you will. Political statements of anti-monarchy: “Burn down Buckingham
Palace / burn down the challis” blended with the more comic “take off your cap
/ and start to hop” [to which he precedes to hop about on one leg] and
denouncements of the obstacles to healthy spiritual enlightenment: “no cocaine
/ no coke/ no coke / no joke”.
Lee, with childlike spontaneity, swings and ambles about the
stage “you needed me and I needed you” he chants – and indeed after the conflagration
of his studio in Jamaica, the Black Ark, Lee moved to London where his musical
career was reinvigorated by British musicians (such as The Clash and Paul
McCartney) and a British fan base. Scratch is fixated by the purifying power of
the elements. It was he, in fact, that burned down his studio to purify it of bad
intention from pseudo-Rastafari and evil spirits. He invited me backstage, and
to the question “what do you believe in?” I was given the answer “I believe in
rocks, and ice, and water”. Handling his crystal neckwear Perry tells me “these
are made from ice”. In the 2008 documentary movie “The Upsetter” Lee says that
heard music in rocks and boulders; he was working as a builder and through the
clashing and clanging of these raw materials Dub and Reggae were conceived in
the mind.
The silent but omnipotent energy of the natural is the
essential core of Perry’s spirituality– and he is the mouthpiece of this hidden
knowledge.