ASIN: B00KKQ3B5A
Publisher: Richard Connor
Pages: 120
‘To me, Solid Air just sounds like life, both the good and the bad. Some of it sounds like being asleep. Some of it sounds like clouds going past. One moment you’re comforting your suicidal friend, one moment you’re stood in a train station waiting to go home. Another moment you’re settling down with a dream lover. There’s a moment you wake up at the seaside with your head full of cocaine nightmares. There’s a moment where the woman you love, you stole her from your best friend, but you know he’ll get lucky and steal her back, and for some reason you’d rather be the devil. There’s a moment where cities crumble. There’s a moment you’re a jelly roll baker who bakes the best jelly roll in town.’ Solid Air stands not just as John Martyn’s crowning achievement, but one of the defining records of the British folk scene, its stock having risen and risen over the forty years since its release. ...
