In view of his poor health in recent years, I wasn't surprised to
hear from an old friend this morning that John Martyn had died, but I
was taken aback by my reaction: it moved me very much. Martyn was an
extraordinarily talented singer, guitarist and composer. I have been
devoted to his music since my teens. For much of that time, I listened
to at least a song or two of his almost every day. Even now, 35 years
on, I dare say not a week goes by without my putting on one of his
records. And more often than not, when I listen to one song of his, I end up listening to many.
It find it a sad scandal that he never became very well-known or made much money, while posers such as Sting, who I suppose occupies a similar place in the spectrum of popular music, are as rich as Croesus. Not that Martyn ever seemed to care. His life, by all accounts, was a shambles, but he seemed to find his setbacks--almost all of his own making--ridiculous and amusing. The main thing is that he made more wonderful music than all of the stars now saying they were influenced by him put together.
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