Thank goodness for the Internet; otherwise I wouldn’t have a clue what Nick Drake’s guitar chords were.
As Curt Kirkwood of The Meat Puppets explains in the book Nick Drake’s Pink Moon, Drake relied on open tunings for most of his songs. Usually, a guitar is tuned at E-A-D-G-B-E, and when strummed it sounds like a mess. You have to rely on putting your fingers in the right place on the frets to create pleasing chords. Drake, though, tuned his strings so that when strummed openly, without any fingerings, it would play a chord. “The result is a richer, more sustained sound,” Kirkwood explains. Clive Gregson told Nick Drake biographer Patrick Humphries, “It’s incredible technique . . . he’s finger-picking in really odd rhythms. And in some ways it sounds simpler than it really is. I can sit down and pick out certain things, but it never sounds right . . . With Nick, there’s a lot I don’t understand.”
Indeed, there was a lot to Nick Drake that was difficult to understand: his morose, depressed state, his quiet demeanor, and the lack of sales of his three albums before Volkswagen took “Pink Moon” into the stratosphere with its commercial. Eery once in a while, I’ll tune my guitar down to C-G-C-F-C-F and attempt “From the Morning,” the last cut from his last album. Two years later he would be dead from an overdose of antidepressants; whether it was suicide is anybody’s guess.
“What always intrigues me is the way in which he can have several melodies counterpointing simultaneously; at the same time, you can hear the implicit complex rhythms,” says arranger Robert Kirby. He was a man ahead of his time; Joni Mitchell experimented with them, butt until Alexi Murdoch copied Drake’s technique, no one came close to Drake’s proficiency.
For such a low-key album as Pink Moon is, “From the Morning,” is somewhat uplifting, with a beautiful guitar picking that I could never figure out. I’ll usually strum the chords while I sing along:
A day once dawned And it was beautiful A day once dawned From the ground
Then the night she fell And the air was beautiful Night she fell All around
So look see the days The endless coloured ways Go play the game That you learnt From the morning
And now we rise We are everywhere And now we rise From the ground
And see she flies She is everywhere See she flies All around
So look see the sights The endless summer nights Go play the game That you learnt From the morning
I yearn to play this correctly; its beauty makes me want to recreate it and experience it as I can on the CD. Alas, Nick Drake was too good, too complicated for us to fully understand what he was doing. It’s what makes him all the more special.