In Search Of Nick Drake

SIX MONTHS AGO I walked wearily into the office of ZigZag’s production consultant. Weary because it was 1.30 in the morning, and because the then current issue of the magazine was virtually complete; after days of last minute toing and froing, it was all over for another four weeks. He was playing a record that began imperceptibly, or so it seemed to me, to fill the entire room with music of ravishing beauty. I asked who it was and he replied Nick Drake. Two hours later I left his place with my head reeling, after keeping him up so that I could listen to Nick’s other albums.