Wednesday, November 08, 2006
A note on Fame This is based on my comment on the June 22
Form and matter blog entry ”Elvis and me”.
On his first album, Nick Drake sings:
Fame is but a fruit tree
So very unsound
It can never flourish
'till its stock is in the ground
So men of fame
Can never find a way
'til time has flown
Far from their dying day
This was in 1969 and it did not make him famous. Five years later he died from an overdose of antidepressives, if by accident or by his own will is not known. Now, more than thirty years later, he is praised as a genius and hero, and played all over the musical world. What an irony, isn't it? How right he was, and what a pity, too...
// posted by The beaver @ 12:59 AM 
