Once he got going (technical hitch) John Martyn soared in to the audience and after
the first song told a pointed joke. Which went something like:
"What do you call murder when you kill your father - Patricide
What is it called when you murder Blair - Pesticide
What sort of murder does Bush commit - Countrycide."
The beat continued Boom, Boom, Boom.
Having seen a recent BBC4 document about John Martyn, (they are giving "folk" some
excellent coverage at the moment) I was aware that he was not a well man. I am used
to performers in wheelchairs at Cropredy and regardless of this sitting arrangement,
John turned the place in to his own over the 90 minute set.
The guitar playing was mystical and entrancing with many layers of effects. He
created a very loud soundscape something like being on the beach during and after a
storm. There was a contrast between the pace and timbre of his vocals and the fast
fingers flowing over his guitar.
I have no idea what the rest of the band were doing. I was focused on John Martyn.