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Nick Drake-Pink Moon

Over the years several white boys have tried, and usually failed to play blues. Eric Crapton, Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones, and about every other art school students all made stabs at blues authenticity. Thousands of white bands every night try to kick up something vital from the decaying corpse of this most essential roots music, but virtually none of them get even close. Of all the white men to attempt to play blues, Nick Drake may have been the most successful. The only white musician who put out an album that can reveal the horrors and frustrations that were shared with Robert Johnson, Skip James, and Charley Patton, Drake was the real thing because he looked over the edge and didn't care whether or not he tumbled over. Every Nick Drake album is a classic in its own right, but Pink Moon is without question the best reflection of Drake himself.

Pink Moon probably shouldn't be listened to when depressed or lonely. It is the sound of a human who has completely fallen apart. The album consist of the Drake voice and his a intricately picked acoustic guitar. The only overdub on the album, the piano in the break of the title track, is jarring enough to bring a listener to tears. In "Pink Moon", Drake issues the chilling warning, "and none of you stand so tall/Pink Moon goona get ye all" to those who think it won't happen to them. "Road" is a dreamy journey, its full lyric, "You can say the sun is shining if you really want to/I can see the moon and it seems so clear/You can take the road that takes you to the stars now/I can take a road that'll see me through", is one of lunar moods and unresolved questions.

Consisting mainly of Drake's moans, "Know" is the real killer on this album. As harrowing as it gets, in the same league as "Hellhound on My Trail" and "Devil Got My Woman", this is the song where the end is made clear and inevitable. Drake would hang on for a couple more years, but eventually succumbed to an overdose on his antidepressant pills in his boyhood room. He was twenty-six years old.

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