Despite the fact that they are on their second Warner Bros. album now, we are pretending the Martyns are new artists because they remain woefully underexposed, as we're sure you'll agree when you hear Primrose Hill.
At the risk of being quoted (pause), after a close scrutiny and due consideration (emphasis) we think we can safely say quite categorically (emphasis) that this music has nothing to do with dying or anything like that.
(Lots of love - John and Bev.)
John Martyn comes from Glasgow, played guitar and sang in folk clubs, made two solo LP's, met Beverley.
So there I was on this barge on the river wearing nothing but denims and a smile, and this blue man says to me, 'You know I used to like you, but I saw sense and I changed myself.'
John is more of a clamberer; bumbling into stacks of old Weekend Telegraphs and running round corners intro prams. John wins surprise packets; splashes after Bombay swans and eats pigeon pie.
Theo Johnson first saw the light of Folk Music in a small fishing village called Culowercoats in Northumberland [Cullercoats, Tyne and Wear, ed]. Born there in 1930 he soon grew into a big bouncing boy with a booming voice of much depth, which he attributed to his mother, a well known opera singer, and mullet stew three times a day. Venturing from this seclusion he joined the Merchant Navy in 1944 travelling to the four corners of the globe, collecting folk songs from many nations.