At Reading Festival in 1973, I saw John Martyn play live with Danny Thompson.
The music came from a place I didn’t know existed. I was seeing Martyn play his acoustic guitar but I was hearing sounds that didn’t match. The music from the guitar came in waves, an alien language with more than one voice speaking at once. Only two musicians on stage but they sounded like more.
And John’s voice was anything but ordinary, like someone emerging from deep sleep, a prolonged period in zero gravity or a night on the razzle.
Let me try and tell you the story.