Today's news is really hitting home now. I've been listening non-stop to John Martyn's music for the last six hours and barely scratched the surface. He was an absolute genius. No other word for it. What a mixture of styles, a wealth of warmth, anger, despair, happiness, bliss, what have you: acoustic, folk, jazz, blues, rock, heavy electric, funk, trip-hop, soul: it's all there, with his voice adapting and changing with age, drink, drugs and emotions. Just can't get enough... Currently listening to Bless The Weather, which includes most of those styles in the one (1971!) album. Just Now, such a beautiful regretful and hopeful song all at once : full of the optimism of youth, already hinting at a wealth of past experience, beautifully accompanied by some of our favourites of the time. He did a good electric rework of that in the 90s too. Not everyone liked those reworks but I did, especially as I'd been starved of any decent music for years (I'd lost track of Roy Harper after Unknown Soldier and only rediscovered him when someone on one of the John Martyn mailing lists (take a bow Jon Hall, I think) pointed me to the Stormcock mailing list and then we had album of the week, which prompted me to acquire Roy's whole catalogue, but that's another story). Since then, I've experienced an amazing rekindling of interest in music. Having listened to virtually nothing but John Martyn for several years, I found myself buying loads of new stuff, much of it similar to or inspired by John or Roy (or indeed, the inspirations for some fo their masterworks) and have almost neglected John for the last few years, apart from the odd brilliant concert (Dublin, Milton Keynes, Salisbury and Basingstoke). Now I'm Letting Go, letting the good things come... God, this album is just perfect! ... and I held off listening to it while I explored some of his more outre later stuff.
The soundtrack of my afternoon: Solid Air, One World, Inside Out, Glasgow Walker, Cooltide, Grace and Danger, Bless The Weather (now reaching its climax with Glistening Glyndebourne) and I've still got the likes of London Conversation, The Tumbler, Stormbringer, Road To Ruin, Sunday's Child, On The Cobbles, Glorious Fool, Well Kept Secret, Sapphire, Piece By Piece, And. and The Apprentice to come, not to mention a host of live albums, the reworked 90s albums and the videos to watch. I've had a number of video cassettes on the sideboard awaiting dubbing to DVD for a couple of months now. I suspect they will be processed fairly soon, though first I'll be watching a few TV programmes, faithfully recorded for SWMBO, due home from work any moment now.
May you never and all that ...