A Horseradish
Thursday 12th September 2013 11:02pm [Edited]
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Quote: Tursiops @ September 12 2013, 11:28 PM BST
I had not heard about Jackie
Saw him live a couple of times; an entertainer who spun his wry humour from a life dogged by tragedy and a poet whose songs had an aching beauty.
Sorry to break that news to you and I am pleased you got to see him. It must have been a treat. I can't think of any writer in music who has been able to convey the male condition so well. There was a rawness to his lyrics that no one else would dare trying, knowing that it would come across as soppy or self-pitying, but in his capable hands it worked. Springsteen is the only one with a similar ability. Dylan, the master, is more posturing and defiant. Nick Drake, who was excellent on two albums, was more of a conventional poet.
Jackie's gypsy roots gave him a sense of isolation when growing up in Scotland. I think he was in the same town as Gordon Brown. He in essence remained a gypsy and he was always something of an outsider but culturally he was astute. That first album, largely forgotten, captures 1971 as well as any other record. You can almost breathe that era when listening to it. It's wholly organic. In contrast, Doll By Doll were described as ferocious and even very frightening live. A difficult band to place, there was definitely a punky, new wave thing to them even if the critics dismissed them as rockist. And I can hear a bit of Thin Lizzy in them too. I guess there are comparisons with Phil Lynott. By the fourth album in 1982, they were disillusioned. It's synth-folk and indie disco. On paper, awful, but there are some really extraordinary and classic moments.
As you will know, he was then attacked in a violent assault which left him unable to speak and turned to heroin. He cured his addiction with alternative therapies before becoming a charity mate of Princess Diana. The last thing he was, though, was a creature of celebrity. That was one of the reasons why he was cruelly overlooked. And then those solo albums, released independently each year. The intelligent, emotional and sometimes strange lyrics; the complex and unusual arrangements; a voice that was among the best of all time. It is an awesome body of work and, as there is so much of it, I'm still investigating it. It is just like having a favourite author. Plus as you rightly suggest, he was also brilliant at very humourous anecdotes.
That he was stuck in later years on the folk circuit, great as it can be, was simply ridiculous. There is no doubt in my mind that he was one of the best Britain has ever produced. His death was a big loss to music.