
Sad news today; musician
JOHN MARTYN has
died.
I'm not going to sit here and tell you that I've been a fan since his early years or anything like that; my history with his music is a somewhat fractured one. Like many of the musicians of the 70's, I first heard of him via CREEM magazine, probably a review or something. Having recently fallen under the spell of the Pentangle via
Solomon's Seal, I was curious about other artists in that Britfolk style such as Nick Drake, Sandy Denny, and Fairport Convention, just to name a few. However, it took me a little while to get one of his albums, partially because I didn't see that many of them, and also because of Robert Christgau's somewhat condescending opinion in his first collected Consumer Guides of the 70's book:
John Martyn: John Piccarella: "The shameless romance of his singing is balanced by his own tough-minded guitar style, which explores the wide range of tonal possibilities inherent in an acoustic instrument amplified and modified by various electronic devices." But Piccarella also mentions Martyn looking "as if he were seeing more of God than Jerry Garcia ever had," and that's the rub.
Still, this casual dismissal also was a bit intriguing, and I had decided that I still wasn't done with John, so eventually sometime in the early 80's I found a cutout copy of Martyn's 1977 album
One World, and that was my first exposure to his music. The opening track, a haunting and passionate ballad "Couldn't Love You More", grabbed me hard at the very beginning. Problem is, subsequent tracks, with one or two exceptions, kinda suffered from weak melodies and some attempts at modernizing his sound with synths and modern production techniques. Thinking it an aberration, and believing that his earlier work might be more along the lines of what I was looking for, I found a copy of 1973's
Inside Out for a buck, brought it home...and wasn't especially impressed with it, either. The songs just didn't stick with me. So, I pretty much wrote Martyn off until one morning about 1983 or 84, when I had gotten off my 11-7 shift early and not wishing to wake Theresa up, had gone upstairs to the attic room where I had my comics, books, art stuff and records to read, listen to some music (turned down LOW) and just chill for a while. Wanting to hear "Couldn't Love You More", I put
One World on and let it play until the last song on side one, "Small Hours" came on- and as the mesmerizing, lovely tune unfolded in its deliberate fashion, in the grey predawn upstairs in that small room, I had a little epiphany of the sort that just doesn't happen to any of us very often. It was a track that I'd heard before and probably just didn't focus on due to its length and meandering tempo, but hearing it in that setting, well, the memory of it sticks with me to this day- it was moving and evocative and hard to describe, for sure.
After that, I did eventually get one more of his albums,
Solid Air, with its title track about Nick Drake...and I liked it more than I did
Inside Out, but that was about it, other than a handful of tracks I've downloaded via the internet in the last few years- "May You Never", "Head and Heart", to name a couple, both of which were very good. I came to respect his talent and craft, although I was not compelled to buy anything else. That may change. I believe that it must have been wonderful to see him perform live, especially in an intimate club setting; my friend Brendan (whom I haven't heard from in ages, sorry to say, since he's not blogging too much anymore) related such an account to me once in a comment on a post I made about him years ago.
Anyway, another talented, soulful musician is gone, and the world is poorer for it, I think.
Also, below is the track "Small Hours", for your listening pleasure. Listen to it anytime, but if I may, I recommend around 4 AM or evening twilight. I hope you have a little epiphany of your own.