Since his death in 1974, Drake has become a part of subterranean rock lore. His champions mourn him as a genius lost too soon. His biographers tell us that he was a tragic figure, haunted by rejection and plagued by doubt. But the recorded legacy he left suggests that he believed in what he was doing, understood that his austere songs articulated things others had missed. He was right.
Fame is but a fruit tree,so very unsound.
It can never flourish, till its stalk is in the ground. So men of fame, can never find a way Till time has flown, far from their dying day. The songs of Nick Drake. Tom Moon writes about music for the Philadelphia Inquirer. All rights reserved.