The Incredible String Band are demigods. Who's with me?
I've loved them since I was in the womb, and recently included the Smoke Shovelling Song on a compilation CD. They stand the test of time so well that contemporary music has caught up with them again in the form of Psy-Folk, which seems to be (slowly) growing into a genre- Devendra Banhart, Joanna Newsom, plenty of acts owe their allegiance to the ISB and their influence can't be denied.
From the wikipedia entry-
They soon became the-name-to-drop-in-interviews for luminaries such as Paul McCartney and Bob Dylan. In their annum mirabilis of 1968 they practically defined the hippy counterculture in the extraordinary albums The Hangman's Beautiful Daughter and Wee Tam and the Big Huge. By then the group consisted of Williamson, Heron, Rose Simpson and Licorice McKechnie. They played at Woodstock in 1969 at the wrong time, having refused to play in the pouring rain the previous day (seen by manager Joe Boyd as a great missed opportunity)...
in the autumn of 2003 the Archbishop of Canterbury, Dr Rowan Williams, wrote a foreword for a full length book about the band, Be Glad: An Incredible String Band Compendium (Helter Skelter Books), describing them as "holy" (he had previously chosen the ISB track "The Hedgehog's Song" as his only piece of popular music when he appeared on Desert Island Discs).
I was lucky enough to see Robin Williamson live in a basement in Muswell Hill in '98, and he blew everyone's minds. He alternated between traditional songs performed so beautifully they brought tears to the eyes, and rousing renditions of the popular ISB stuff to make people dance. He played the harp, and I thought my soul was going to explode from my body is was so amazing, then he stopped, shaking his head, and apologised for the tuning! Then switched to a guitar and sang My Name Is Death, which if you've heard you'll understand my awe.
Their Lyrics are amazing;
Oh, Lord how happy I am,
Oh, Lord how happy I am,
I won't feel sad 'till the whiskey's gone
Oh, Lord how happy I am!
(Heron)
And the dawn comes sneaking up
When it thinks I'm not looking;
I am starting to grieve, man,
I used to know but now I believe, man.
They tell me sleep is a gas,
and if I want to lay down,
But I'm sorry I woke you,
I mean I've got the no sleep blues.
(Williamson)
...And as my cloud pulled out of view,
There come failing down a gentle shower of rain.
Happy rain come failing down,
Red, green, blue and golden.
And every drop, as it fell, it smiled
And, throwing back its head, began singing,
"Oh float with me to distant lands, wondrous and fair;
Float with me to distant lands, wondrous and fair."
(Heron)
I am the question that cannot be answered,
I am the lover that cannot be lost,
Yet small are the gifts of my servant the soldier,
For time is my offspring, pray, what is my name?
(Williamson)
Now That's What I Call Psychedelic Folk!
Be Glad for the Song has no Ending! |