Like a lot of people, I discovered Nick Drake late, too late really both for him and me. By the time I got around to listening to his music he was long dead, killed by his lack of success, depression, and an overdose of amitriptyline. Nick was born in
, 66 years
ago and I can’t help wondering, today on his birthday, just how many wonderful
songs death cheated us out of all those years ago. Just three albums, over four
brief years, then the ultimate silence at only 26. Rangoon,
Talented, educated, privileged, insecure, camera shy, reclusive by nature, and ultimately one of those doomed young men that we do so well in Britain. You can read about him on Wikipedia, watch the documentary his sister Gabrielle made about him, even listen to his music, but ultimately I don’t think you’ll get close to knowing him. Perhaps that’s what draws me and so many others to him.
A waste? Definitely.
A loss? For certain.