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Nick Drake by Keith Morris in New York, 1970
“YOU CAN TURN A NICK DRAKE ALBUM ALL THE WAY UP
AND HE STILL SOUNDS QUIET.”
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A friend handed me a compilation of this guy about ten days ago—and honestly, I haven't listened to anything else since. I’m sure there are hardcore fans in here who have been obsessed for years, but they’re keeping him a total secret just to be gatekeepers. I can't believe that out of all the music snobs on this forum, nobody has ever started a thread on him—I actually had to learn about Drake from some random late-night talk show! Since I've gone completely off the deep end for this music, I did a little digging, and beyond the usual bio stuff, I read that there's a massive movement to revalue his work right now—he's become, to quote Pitchfork, a "near-household name." So yeah, I'm one of those losers who is only discovering him now because of this revival, but hey, better late than never. Those lyrics! That voice! That guitar playing! It sounds pathetic and dramatic, I know, but in the ten days I've been listening, my entire musical hierarchy has been flipped upside down. It's like some cheesy romance novel where you finally meet "the one"—which reminds me how much English grammar bugs me—like, people always say things are "wrong" when they should really just say they're "incorrect," but whatever, I'm just obsessed with how words work.
