Nick Drake
Pink Moon

THE REVIEW

know...

on an elementary, obsessive, and hypnotic blues chord, comes the scream of pink moon (a scream in this so gentle album?)...

then, again, a sparse telegram of the soul...and it seems a point of no return...and you almost imagine the arrival of the word end, the breaking of the instrument's strings...

here, the tension is at its peak...and nick really is no longer the melancholic harmony engraver...and he no longer dresses the sad girls in floral clothes...

how many great poets have hidden their despair with the ambiguous sweetness of a lullaby, to make it even clearer...in a way, a good part of pink moon is just that...a good part...not all...and certainly not here...

I've listened to this song a lot in the car, at very high volume...yes, because the volume should be turned up..."you know I love you, you know it doesn’t matter, you know I see you, you know I'm not here" the lyrics are all here, apart from the scream...and there's really no need for many words...

...and the total abandonment of harmony, so rare in him, makes this song almost an involuntary swing of the truth machine...the small mirror that clearly reveals what was only intuited before...

the vampire is an expert in these mirrors...in fact, to put it better, he is one of these mirrors, that even if he doesn’t see himself reflected, he reflects others...

here’s the essential, he says about this song...the point on the road from which you cannot avoid passing… only after will you be granted a restful bar, a kind waitress...a small two-penny paradise for your two-penny life...

my god what a phrase, a small two-penny paradise for your two-penny life!!!...ah, the hands of the antiretoricum are going crazy...buzzing, clinking, screaming, rampaging...wouldn't it be better to play darts? or be in the arms of a sugar loaf?...

oh to read Aunt Emily, that solitary lady who, some time ago, had lost a world...

"did she then find that world?" oh yes... "it is recognized by the diadem of stars that frames its forehead"...

the vampire doesn’t know English...and when he reads emily he certainly doesn’t bother with the side-by-side translation...like he didn’t bother with nick's verses before knowing me...but for a while, I started translating them for him...and he began to find strange, mysterious resonances between the knight with a guitar and the bride of terror...

in chime, for example, after those games that make people say you’re alone and strange, nick talks about the pearls (the diadem) around his face ...and the pearls (the diadem) assure him that everything will be okay...

oh these diadem pearls have literally driven the vampire insane...

and that lost world of emily is nothing... "it might go unnoticed to the eyes of a rich man" but not to his "thrifty eyes"...

oh yes it's nothing, just like that pebble nick talks about...and that "is a jewel for the city man"...

like, "chime" is another song...oh yes, excuse me...I've gone off-topic as usual...

even though chime is convenient...think about its complex lyrics...

those were still the days when nick didn’t write telegrams...