John Martyn, troubadour-songwriter, guitarist, and hard-drinking wildman of of echoplex harmonies, has finally hit that final chord
Of late, John looked like an 80 year old, and sounded like a 90 year old … his years & years of alcohol abuse had fair taken its toll, and I’m not one of those who glamourises the excesses of artists & artistes … I watched some close friends go down that route, and get quite angry at fans who romanticise the “slow-suicide” of their heroes.
John was a stunningly hansome young man, when I knew him, albeit briefly, and I was entranced by his early stuff … particularly in the “SOLID AIR” period of his music
Over the years, I’d occasionally see him, and was always saddened by his gradual demise
Here’s an account of one drunken encounter
John Martyn had the voice of the angels, and a soul seemingly filled with irreconcilable demons … which are now, finally, at rest
Thanx for the good stuff, ma man … I’ll miss you