Wednesday, December 17, 2008


I'm sitting and thinking about dear Davey - one of the great pioneers of folk music, of the evolution of British music. He is such an important figure as will become increasingly apparent as the tributes flood in:

Obituary: David Charters. Liverpool Daily Post 18 Dec 2008 Obituary: Robin Denslow The Guardian 17 Dec 2008           Obituary: John Pilgrim The Independent 17 Dec 2008

I met him in Brighton in 2007 and write this pome on the train directly after meeting him. It came from somewhere.

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Davey Graham in the dressing room, post-gig, at the Komedia in Brighton, 2007.

Wounded Bird
On meeting Davey Graham

I couldn't believe
How beautiful he looked with his guitar
In his beat Bukowski splendour

How he looked like a sailor on a whaler
Happy sitting amongst the coils of rope
Completely at ease
He appeared to have long arms
And his agile fingers were beautifully shaped
And appeared to have a mind of their own
As they danced over the fretboard
A large reefer ('old style') on a white plate
Circulated in the narrow dressing room
After a gig notable for being both
Brief and unexpected
Both a triumph and a disaster
This wounded bird
Touches my heart

The full story from that encounter can be found here:


An earlier post -  MUSICAL ROUNDUP

Contains  a review of Will Hodgkinson's Guitar Man (which has wonderful chapters on Davey) and section of Davey Graham links and info.

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