Edinburgh, Queen's Hall, 18 Aug 1989
Festival jazz
Rob Adams on the pleasures of listening to idiosyncratic rocker John Martyn
Rob Adams on the pleasures of listening to idiosyncratic rocker John Martyn
Appparently there are two John Martyns. There is the electric John Martyn and there is the acoustic John Martyn.
Now it's the turn of ex-folkie, early-Seventies guitar guru John Martyn. Tonight he's as good-as carried aloft by the triumphal, comradely crest of crowd approval.
Yes, the weather ran the gamut from thick mist (which gave the park an eerie, closed-off ambience on the Saturday), torrential rain and gale-force winds on the Monday morning which almost tore the writer's tent apart at the seams.
Le strade del rock si sono incrociate e fuse anche nella seconda serata, con la musica psichedelica dei Vegetable Men, la formazione che ha vinto quest' anno il concorso Indipendenti, curiosi ma acerbi, con il Jive degli Chevalier Brothers, che tra brani di Louis Prima e Louis Jordan hanno offerto un set divertentissimo e travolgente, con la musica indicibilmente romantica e sentimentale di John Martyn, un grande della canzone britannica, che in perfetta solitudine ha proposto il meglio del suo ricchissimo canzoniere, da Johnny Too Bad a May You Never, fino alla world music di Martin Stephenson and The Daintees, capaci di spaziare tra pop leggero, musica tradizionale, country, folk e rock con molta personalità.
Mr Martyn seemed to suffer from an inability to get across a single word that he was singing; the man was obviously in great emotional turmoil, it's just a pity that we couldn't share it.
The adulation was plain grotesque, though, and proved that the audience was as lazy as the artist. They seemed to be having a rare old time, but even so, they'd have been better off at home listening to Solid Air on their CDs. It certainly wasn't a night worth risking pneumonia for.
But the message is rarely forgotten, throughout the festival. The call for a caring society comes across in the protest songs of Bragg, Phranc and the heavyweight folk of Christy Moore (memorably on Bobby Sands' Back Home In Derry). And for those of a more woolly, arcadian outlook there's John Martyn, reunited with Danny Thompson on a fine Solid Air opener, and finishing well with Somewhere Over The Rainbow.
Before Live Aid, the events this week at the Albert Hall would have been considered exceptional.