Comments on: I’m just a Richard Thompson groupie

By: Martin Adamson

Martin Adamson — Fri, 24 Nov 2006 19:35:30 +0000

I don’t know how big the concert halls are round your way, but back in the early 1980s I met him and Linda just by going to the stage door afterwards and being allowed in. But now that he’s such a global megastar it’s maybe not so easy to get through all the hangers-on, cocaine dealers, security guards and groupies.

By: Gagdad Bob

Gagdad Bob — Tue, 21 Nov 2006 09:18:44 +0000

Richard Thompson was one of the key figures in the British equivalent of our own folk rock movement. You should definitely check out his early work in Fairport Convention, then give a listen to some of the other great artists of the genre, such as the Pentangle, John Renbourn, Sandy Denny, John Martyn, Nick Drake, and Bert Jantsch…

Thompson used to live right next door to a colleague of mine in a condo in Santa Monica…

By: goesh

goesh — Mon, 20 Nov 2006 18:05:14 +0000

No wonder he can strum and sing so fine, Sufis may be deemed a branch of islam but they are so far from its current and traditional application.

“and if I worship you (allah) in hope of paradise, exclude me from paradise” (Rabia)

“There goes a river dragging an ocean behind it” ( the poet Attar commenting on the poet Rumi)

These Sufis seem more akin to hippies, don’t they?

By: rickl

rickl — Mon, 20 Nov 2006 11:31:43 +0000

I first discovered Richard Thompson from his work with Fairport Convention. I’ve seen him a couple of times at folk festivals, but not in a small venue, alas. He is definitely good. You’ve got good taste, neo.

I saw Bob Dylan last night. He’s doing fine too. Played five songs from his new album, “Modern Times”, along with a selection of his old classics. But you know what? Screw the classics. I’d be thrilled to death if he played a whole concert consisting of nothing but songs from his last two or three albums. That’s how good they are.

By: neoneoconned

neoneoconned — Mon, 20 Nov 2006 01:17:55 +0000

go on then meet him. talented bloke, but i think he will be repulsed by your politics – try it

By: douglas

douglas — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 14:28:18 +0000

1952 Vincent Black Lightning. Heard that song and I had to get that disc (Rumour and Sigh). He turs the guitar into a purring motor bike with such perfect pacing and rhythm, and of course, great lyrics.

You’ve got good taste in music, Neo.

I wonder if you’d like Dave Alvin? In particular the later stuff, like the “King of California” album.

By: Cappy

Cappy — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 05:49:00 +0000

Neo, just the act of sitting through a folk concert ought to shut up the trolls, by rights. I’ve never been much into the genre, but friends of mine that are have been revolted by the anti-Americanism of the audiences, of late.

Having said that I have always liked Gordon Lightfoot and Pure Prarie League.

By: mizpants

mizpants — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 03:24:36 +0000

Just read the beeswing song. I don’t think I’ve ever read song lyrics that stood on their own so dazzlingly. I’ll go straight to Amazon now and buy his CD(s). Thanks for bringing him to my (our) attention, Neo.

By: liberty_lover

liberty_lover — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 01:41:46 +0000

Hi Neo Neocon.

Just wanted to say, as a guy in my forties that you are not only hot but I respect totally what you have done and how superbly you express your views. I listened to you on a Shire News Network podcast interview the other day…..You Rock!

By: Vanderleun

Vanderleun — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 00:05:32 +0000

“Oh the last I heard she’s sleeping rough back on the Derby beat
White Horse in her hip pocket and a wolfhound at her feet
And they say she even married once, a man named Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan was too much settling down
And they say her flower is faded now, hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that’s just the price you pay for the chains you refuse

Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee’s wing
And I miss her more than ever words could say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Well I wouldn’t want her any other way

— Beeswing