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Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep
The sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search of a master
In search of a slave
Three hours from London
Jacomo's free
Taking his woes
Down to the sea
In search of a lifetime
To tell when he's home
In search of a story
That's never been known
Three hours from speaking
Everyone's flown
Not wanting to be
Seen on their own
Three hours is needed
To leave from them all
Three hours to wonder
And three hours to fall
Three hours from sundown
Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep
The sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search for a master
In search for a slave
Good thoughts. I imagine that most of the "folk" musicians of that era (Bert Jansch, John Renbourn, John Martyn, Richard Thompson, etc.) must've often felt as if they were in a very small circle. Given that Drake is reputed to have been withdrawn and depressed, his circle may have seemed even smaller. As you said, artists often don't make art for it to be seen or heard, they often produce it because they feel compelled to do so.
Drake and John Martyn were close friends.
We are so fortunate that he struggled with his depression to give us his 3 albums. He was ahead of his time and almost forgotten. I'm happy VW popularized him. Like fine wine, the soul of his music ages well. We are so fortunate.
Very true. …and it is still SO heart wrenching that he could find no solace in his brilliant creations.
Argh, this is making me crazy... reminding me of a song that I can't put my finger on.
AH - just got it. Al Stewart, Roads to Moscow. When this first started, the lyrics from Roads to Moscow popped into my head.
Once had a Yamaha 5 CD carousel player. Loaded it with Drakes 5 CD box set collection when it first came out and listened to nothing else at home for five straight months from November 2001 to March 2002. The lyrics, the finger style guitar, just wow. Wouldn't recommend it though. The depression aspect was very real for me. Beautiful just the same.
Nov-Mar is the time of year in the Pacific NW (Seattle area) that depresses me to tears, though oddly, listening to the 5 discs of Nick's music nonstop during those dark months might be a good thing for folks like me, stepping into the depression instead of trying to fight it.
Oddly, Spring 2022 has been slow to develop, we normally joke "April showers bring May showers" and this year we can add "bring June showers" - as if the weather is as disgruntled as the populace in these crazy times.
All the same, Long Live RP and Nick Drake's evocative, emotional, exceptional music! Heck, +1 to 10 on this one today too.
similar open tuning. both exceptional guitarists.
"cognoscenti?"
You have to consider this, to juxtapose it, against when it was released. 1969. Think about that. Think about being someone making this kind of music in the face of that which was anointed as popular by the days cognoscenti. Being obscured by all the currents of days like those.
Hell the 'Net was just some Darpa (Defense department) step-child in those days. A small province played in by a subset of college techno-geeks who didn't have a clue the portent of that which they were doing. There certainly wasn't all the various YouTube styled venues by which you could put yourself out there. Maybe there was the Midnight Special....but it catered to that which was promotionally popular and not gypsie vagabound stuff.
To a certain extent this guy must have felt like he was singing, and playing, into a vacuum. Or at best a very small circle of like minded others. It's kind'a sad when you think about how he missed out on being able to ride the wave of enthusiasm that grew up around that which he put out there.
But I suppose it comes to this with all artistic expression. You're not doing it, necessarily, for self-serving reasons. No. You do it because it feels good. You do it because you can't envision not doing it. You do it because something tells you that you have no choice. What you produce is more like your children. You create them; you set them free, and can only hope that the energy you put into producing them will radiate out positively in time, regardless of you being there to witness it, or not.
Just some thoughts.
Highlow
American Net'Zen
Music should never be only about one's era.
Roads to Moscow, story few westerners know, speaks volumes about Stalin.
My loss.
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Perhaps RP is not really for you
I thought this was a modern song, I can't believe it was recorded in 1969, it doesn't sound like anything else of the time.
This song hits a spot though!
I'll try this album, I may like it more than Pink Moon, which is the one that's played everywhere and every time!
Roads to Moscow, story few westerners know, speaks volumes about Stalin.
And then there's this: Consider that this song is HALF A CENTURY OLD. And yet, it feels as fresh as if it were recorded yesterday.
Music that stands the test of time is rare. So very rare.
Wait 'till rocklandlove gets a'hold of a bodice-ripper novel from, say, 1847. LMAO!
Good thoughts. I imagine that most of the "folk" musicians of that era (Bert Jansch, John Renbourn, John Martyn, Richard Thompson, etc.) must've often felt as if they were in a very small circle. Given that Drake is reputed to have been withdrawn and depressed, his circle may have seemed even smaller. As you said, artists often don't make art for it to be seen or heard, they often produce it because they feel compelled to do so.
I think it is different looking at it from a British vs. US perspective. The British folk-rock scene was quite different in digging deeper into traditional music and incorporating more jazz elements (at least until Joni Mitchell's later years). Much more avant garde, and had quite a large following. Pentangle, for example, did a lot of TV appearances.
AH - just got it. Al Stewart, Roads to Moscow. When this first started, the lyrics from Roads to Moscow popped into my head.
And then there's this: Consider that this song is HALF A CENTURY OLD. And yet, it feels as fresh as if it were recorded yesterday.
Music that stands the test of time is rare. So very rare.
Hell the 'Net was just some Darpa (Defense department) step-child in those days. A small province played in by a subset of college techno-geeks who didn't have a clue the portent of that which they were doing. There certainly wasn't all the various YouTube styled venues by which you could put yourself out there. Maybe there was the Midnight Special....but it catered to that which was promotionally popular and not gypsie vagabound stuff.
To a certain extent this guy must have felt like he was singing, and playing, into a vacuum. Or at best a very small circle of like minded others. It's kind'a sad when you think about how he missed out on being able to ride the wave of enthusiasm that grew up around that which he put out there.
But I suppose it comes to this with all artistic expression. You're not doing it, necessarily, for self-serving reasons. No. You do it because it feels good. You do it because you can't envision not doing it. You do it because something tells you that you have no choice. What you produce is more like your children. You create them; you set them free, and can only hope that the energy you put into producing them will radiate out positively in time, regardless of you being there to witness it, or not.
Just some thoughts.
Highlow
American Net'Zen
Being a parent, I appreciate your "raising children" comment much, HighLowsel. Nick Drake's are doing good work/art, here in their future.
But I suppose it comes to this with all artistic expression. You're not doing it, necessarily, for self-serving reasons. No. You do it because it feels good. You do it because you can't envision not doing it. You do it because something tells you that you have no choice. What you produce is more like your children. You create them; you set them free, and can only hope that the energy you put into producing them will radiate out positively in time, regardless of you being there to witness it, or not.
Just some thoughts.
Highlow
American Net'Zen
Good thoughts. I imagine that most of the "folk" musicians of that era (Bert Jansch, John Renbourn, John Martyn, Richard Thompson, etc.) must've often felt as if they were in a very small circle. Given that Drake is reputed to have been withdrawn and depressed, his circle may have seemed even smaller. As you said, artists often don't make art for it to be seen or heard, they often produce it because they feel compelled to do so.
The title of the Nicks compellation album “Way to Blue” allegedly came form a description of Nick by John Martyn when they were stable mates at Island Records.
Hell the 'Net was just some Darpa (Defense department) step-child in those days. A small province played in by a subset of college techno-geeks who didn't have a clue the portent of that which they were doing. There certainly wasn't all the various YouTube styled venues by which you could put yourself out there. Maybe there was the Midnight Special....but it catered to that which was promotionally popular and not gypsie vagabound stuff.
To a certain extent this guy must have felt like he was singing, and playing, into a vacuum. Or at best a very small circle of like minded others. It's kind'a sad when you think about how he missed out on being able to ride the wave of enthusiasm that grew up around that which he put out there.
But I suppose it comes to this with all artistic expression. You're not doing it, necessarily, for self-serving reasons. No. You do it because it feels good. You do it because you can't envision not doing it. You do it because something tells you that you have no choice. What you produce is more like your children. You create them; you set them free, and can only hope that the energy you put into producing them will radiate out positively in time, regardless of you being there to witness it, or not.
Just some thoughts.
Highlow
American Net'Zen
Spooky?
I hear the forests. Well I guess they can be spooky
They were friends. John wrote Solid Air for NIck.
Close but no cigar Sheeelaaa
'nuff said.
They just made Ten better instead.
Just out of...the Nick of time. :(
So much more good music left in you, and life to be lived..a lesson for us all?
he suffered from a mental illness and sometimes music is the only power to keep the demons at bay.
Just out of...the Nick of time. :(
So much more good music left in you, and life to be lived..a lesson for us all?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UikPQOaJpfU
meinthecorner wrote:
I'm getting blown away with each song I hear. Gonna be makin' my list, but I'd dearly love to hear a few more cuts from Mr. Drake's repertoire.
This particular song made me think of John Martyn, and I thought I could I could even hear a bit of Bert Jansche (Pentangle?) there as well. Does anyone else pick up on that, or am I just hearing things? Ha!
I'm getting blown away with each song I hear. Gonna be makin' my list, but I'd dearly love to hear a few more cuts from Mr. Drake's repertoire.
This particular song made me think of John Martyn, and I thought I could I could even hear a bit of Bert Jansche (Pentangle?) there as well. Does anyone else pick up on that, or am I just hearing things? Ha!
Was going to turn RP off before this song ended to go to sleep but am taking your advice...
Me too, but then I wasn't reading a book, I was drinking a beer and surfing the net 9.
Me too — I had only heard the ones on the VW commercials. He surely made a vast collection of music in such a short time! I borrowed the box set from the library and it was overwhelming to listen to all at once. I really enjoy hearing the lesser known tracks here, they blend in very well with the rest of the RP playlist. Timeless.
Indeed - this is my take on it from research too.
But it does not really matter. . . he is sadly gone. It does bring into focus the saying 'you are a long time dead'. Live every moment, because who knows when your own clock will stop ticking.
I kicked you to the curb in another post, but you're very right here. Dammit. Live every moment. *hugs you*
Indeed - this is my take on it from research too.
But it does not really matter. . . he is sadly gone. It does bring into focus the saying 'you are a long time dead'. Live every moment, because who knows when your own clock will stop ticking.
Nick Drake, 1969. No footage of the adult Drake exists;
he was only ever captured in still photographs and in home
footage from his childhood
overdose of amitriptyline, a type of antidepressant.
wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nick_Drake
overdose of amitriptyline, a type of antidepressant.
wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nick_Drake
Love how this floats in and out and changes tempo as it does. From the show on Nick they said his guitar work was masterful and without error.
Actually, he probably doesn't think at all now that he's dead.
But I think he's cool. And I wish he weren't dead.
But what can you do.
Move on.
Next.