Pink Moon is the sound of Nick Drake cracking up. That's not exactly true--some have long thought that his death by an overdose of an anti-depressant was an accident, and not suicide--but this album, recorded over two late nights, certainly sounds like a fever dream. Peter Buck of R.E.M. has called the album "Like an English version of (Robert Johnson's great blues) `Hellhound on My Trail.'" The lyrics to the title song read in their entirety: "Saw it written and I saw it say, pink moon is on its way. None of you will stand so tall, pink moon is gonna get ye all. And it's a pink moon." Aside from a splash of piano, the only instrumentation on this stark and spooky collection is Drake's eloquent acoustic guitar. J.M.Link: h!!p://www.megaupload.com/?d=XE9WG3XZ
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first time i ever heard of nick drake i was reading a robert smith interview, back in the eighties, and it took me a year or so to get some of nick's stuff back then. it's amazing music, quiet and gloomy, but a guy who knocks off beatiful music from bitterness is not a common man, is someone who sees and touch life more far and deeper than the rest of us, and that's it
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