'You're on your own again.'
It's coming up to Mid August. The summer descends. It's warm in Newcastle. Beaitifully so. I'm done for the day and am sat at my desk with Scott Four playing at good volume on my player in the living room of my flat. It sounds good. I feel good..I sat here with my shirt off. It feels like a gessture Scott would approve of.
Scott Walker was one of those artists who had a considerable mystique for much of the eighties when I really set of in earnest in terms of record collecting. Some names were easier to tick off than others. Dylan, Leonard, Van and Joni were freely available. Roxy and Bowie. That wasn't the case for lesser lights. Scott for example.
You couldn't really get the original sixties albums regardless of how much you wanted them. The prices were too prohibitive if you didn't have thirty or firty quid a time to splash out on original vinyl at The Tape & Record Exchange shops in Camden High Street. It wasn't something you did on spec.There were too many alternative and equally attractive options available
So as with Tim Buckley, Big Star,Gram, Nuggets I bided my time until the records were rereleased in the Nineties and Millennium. Scott is an artist who improves with age. You understand the referemces. You've seen the Seventh Seal and are more in that neighbourhood yourself..
He's a rich artist. Pretentious sure. Pretention is something he embraced fully once he left The Walker Brothers. Who can blame him. He had the looks, the voice, the talent, the vision. We rise and we fall .
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