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Few examples of this phenomenon are more illustrative than the strange case of Nick Drake. A singer-songwriter in the English folk tradition, Drake made three albums -- 1969's Five Leaves Left, 1970's Bryter Layter and 1972's Pink Moon, all of which have just been reissued on the Hannibal imprint -- that earned mostly respectful reviews but piddling sales at the time of their original release. Yet after his death in 1974 at age 26 from an overdose of antidepressant medication that may or may not have constituted a suicide, Drake's legend began growing, and it hasn't stopped since. Today he's widely perceived to have been a tortured artist in the Van Gogh tradition -- a tremendously fragile fellow whose creations were cruelly underappreciated during his lifetime but can now be recognized as beacons of beauty almost too good for this nasty old world.
In actuality, relatively little is known about Drake. Only one interview with him was published while he was still above ground, a 1971 Jerry Gilbert piece for Sounds that's exceedingly brief (just nine paragraphs) and undeniably superficial; it focuses mostly on Drake's lack of interest in playing live -- something he seldom did. Moreover, he spent the majority of his last two years as a solitary recluse (he holed up in his parents' house in Tanworth-in-Arden, where he died), living mainly in his own head. But that hasn't prevented a growing number of chroniclers from trying to tell his tale. The BBC produced a radio documentary about Drake in 1999, New York Times contributor Arthur Lubow is in the midst of writing a Drake biography and A Skin Too Few: The Days of Nick Drake, a 48-minute film about the singer featuring the participation of his sister Gabrielle, an actress, and one of his producers, Joe Boyd, debuted in Amsterdam last month. And that's not to mention the many cybershrines to Drake that populate the Internet. Sprawling sites such as nickdrakeworld.com include photographs, essays and virtually every sentence that's ever been written about this terminally shy character. All of which helps explain why Volkswagen recently used the Drake song "Pink Moon" in a television commercial. That's immortality, new-millennium style.
Given all that, is it possible to listen to Drake's newly restored catalogue (which comes complete with lyric sheets, pristinely remastered sound and a plethora of rare snapshots) and impartially, dispassionately judge the music he left behind? Probably not, considering that there's no way of telling if the eerie, fated quality so many of his songs seem to exude now was present prior to his dramatic demise. Indeed, what may be most striking about the CDs is how logically the ingredients of his ultimate artistic martyrdom are assembled there. He couldn't have done a better job if he had planned it -- an observation that raises a few questions of its own.
Five Leaves Left, Drake's Boyd-produced debut, features fine playing by guitarist Richard Thompson and other members of the then-hot folk-rock act Fairport Convention, as well as our protagonist's casual vocalizing, which was being likened to Donovan's long before his lungs filled for their final time. But whereas Donovan during his prime tended to seesaw between fey pastorales and pop-rock goofs like "Mellow Yellow" and "Sunshine Superman," Drake mainly sticks to the dark end of the street. The first verse of "Time Has Told Me," which opens the album, seems a bit self-aggrandizing at first ("Time has told me/You're a rare, rare find/A troubled cure/For a troubled mind"), but Drake immediately undercuts that sentiment with an air of weary resignation ("And time has told me/Not to ask for more/Someday our ocean/Will find its shore").
The metaphorical use of natural forces to symbolize an environment beyond Drake's comprehension extends through many of the songs that follow. "River Man" sweeps along on a slow wave of strings and a sense of cosmic bewilderment ("If he tells me all he knows/About the way his river flows/I don't suppose it's meant for me"), the mournful "Way to Blue" asks an ethereal seeker to reveal his discoveries to those waiting "at your gate hoping like the blind," and "'Cello Song" gently depicts a dialogue between Drake and what seems to be a not-so-avenging angel. At its conclusion, he sings, "So forget this cruel world where I belong/I'll just sit and wait and sing my song/And if one day you should see me in the crowd/Lend a hand and lift me to your place in the cloud."