Firstly, thank you to the kind soul who uploaded the album in its entireity to You Tube. This is a tender, calm masterpiece of acoustic music, simple as. Just the late Mr Drake on his own, singing and playing his guitar aside from a hint of delicate piano on the title track.
It’s the sound of the modern world fading away, a veil being lifted to reveal a more reflective, peaceful sanctuary for our weary, desensitized souls, the chance to reconnect with the natural, the mystic, the flow of time slowed down to as it should be. A state of blissful dissolution and intense emotional, sensory awareness.
Drake’s soft caress of a voice and hypnotic, deep, melancholy guitar lines draws us towards him, away from the vicissitudes or white noise, psychic disturbances of modern urban life, neither a folk jester nor prince but a romantic soothsayer reminding us of when we are lost and what often forget.
Beth Orton Feat.Terry Callier – Pass in Time (1999)
The church looming over my room, carefree footsteps and laughter outside. Every day, every night. From Summer to Winter.Holding it all together with a desperate innocence. Finding the purity of art, the beauty and cruelty of it all almost too much. For a brief, shining, blinding time. Ripped up, crushed, reborn. A ragged boychild lost amidst the whispers and secrets of the cobbled streets and bohemian ways of this miniature city. The grass warm but empty. Music, art, people; good, bad, mediocre lure me into a dreamlife. There we hid in that makeshift den, overstuffed, dirt ridden, a playground for strays. I danced near the edges there, sang even. A refuge for this soul I will never forget. But seasons change as they often do. And when the church crumbles, that great hill remains. It’s shadow behind me forever.