I don't really get John Martyn. Okay, I've said it. I just don't.
I know the hifi fraternity treat him like a God and believe his alcoholism was a great laugh, Oliver Reed style, slap him on the back, good old John pissed again, but his music just goes over my head; 'Hey, bought a ticket, he was pissed, fell over, carried off and we went home early..ha ha ha..can't beat old John up to his old tricks, can't wait for the next one'.
Reverb soaked acoustic guitar, intentionally slurred lyrics, whacky for the sake of being whacky, 'ha ha can't understand a word ha ha, ...but nicely recorded and all that'. Sounds good in the Linn demo room.
All sounds the same.
Nah, don't get it at all.
(Yes I saw him twice - dunno why).
(Christ, that's going to rattle a few cages this afternoon)