James Edgar – Jimmy Schwartz the Artist – and Roy Harper

James Edgar – Jimmy Schwartz the Artist

No man is an island. We are all affected by the ones we are attracted to and the ones attracted to us. They leave their imprint. Some more than others.

James left an imprint.

I was reminded of him by an article on the Roy Harper Appreciation Society.

He is perhaps best remembered by me as one of Roy’s close friends from Roy’s Blackpool days and the man who provided the artwork that inspired ‘The Lord’s Prayer’, perhaps Roy’s greatest artistic creation.

James presented Roy with the image of Geronimo, included on Lifemask, that he had coloured in. Roy was incredibly moved by it and inspired to write the poem that became the spine of ‘The Lord’s Prayer’ – something that we all should be incredibly grateful for.

Some people are charismatic; they have an aura about them. James was one. He was a chameleon, edgy, always on the go, enthusiastically searching, delving, then retiring into introspection.

I first met James round at Roy’s infamous 58 Fordwych Road flat in Kilburn – a hang-out for musicians, artists and beatniks; a bohemian melting pot.

In the late sixties, early seventies we would meet up to sit around, talking, smoking and laughing. Always laughing. I remember a lot of laughing. I wish a tape recorder had been on to capture the spirit of those days – the philosophy, ideas and absurdities – and the laughter.

The flat was decorated with floral Indian bedspreads, dimly lit and often Roy would have a Kodak carousel flashing up slides – photos of birds and nature that Roy had taken. We’d sit around, often on the floor, passing joints. Sometimes there was music but often there was just talking and laughter.

One evening we’d been going at it for a few hours. Roy had some particularly strong grass that blew your socks off and opened your skull to the heavens. We were pretty hammered. James arrived.

I remember it well. He came into the room looking dapper, hair below his shoulders scraped back behind his ears, calf-length brown boots, a tweed jacket with many pockets, shaped facial hair, looking very stylish.

I’d met James.

He looked around at us and said ‘Aaah, I’ve got some catching up to do.’

He sat cross-legged on the floor and proceeded to take out items from various pockets – a lighter, a penknife, a pack of large rizlas, four big blocks of hash – different colours and varieties.

He stuck some rizla leaves together and proceeded to lay down a bed of Roy’s incredibly strong grass. He then progressed to carve off slices of hash with his penknife and lay them on the grass. He constructed a very large spliff, sat back and began to smoke it all himself. It was big enough to zombiefy an elephant.

Only then did he relax and, seemingly unaffected, joined in the conversation.

I was amazed.

I met James on a number of occasions following that – often memorable.

At one time, about twenty years ago, James was at one of Roy’s gigs in Hull. I was there with my son Henry. We sat around talking, reminiscing about old times and catching up. James was enthusing about his new art. He was into taking polaroid’s and photos, distorting them, making them into something else. He was taken with my son Henry, who was in his early teens, and wanted to use him as a subject. He took a number of photos of him and was going to do all manner of things with them. He was in a manic phase.

Unfortunately I never got to see any of the end products. I would have loved to.

The last occasion I saw James was at a Harper gig in Liverpool in the early noughties. I’d driven across from Hull in my old banger. The gig was great and we’d stayed talking and laughing. James looked worse for wear, dishevelled and unkempt. He was bumming around with a backpack and sleeping rough. This was in winter with snow on the ground.

I was setting off for home in the early hours of the morning. James said he was heading to London and was going to hitch. He asked if I could give him a lift. I explained that I had to go back to Hull. He said that was great. Could I drop him off at the M1.

We had a discussion. I was uneasy about dropping him off in the freezing conditions in the middle of the night. There were no motorway stops on the M62. He was insistent. He said he had his bedroll and he’d settle down in a field.

Reluctantly I agreed. I drove him to the intersection and he clambered out of the car.

The last I saw of Jimmy was a straggly figure disappearing off into the dark, into the fields, with a backward wave.

Jimmy Schartz, James Edgar – the artist – a ghost in the night, a ghost in the machine. A man who left an impression.

8 thoughts on “James Edgar – Jimmy Schwartz the Artist – and Roy Harper

  1. Hi my name is John Hall- Freeman and lived in a flat above Roy and Monica and Nicky Harper for close to 4 years and I was very close friend of Jim Edgar.
    I’m dying to have a private chat with someone about those years if you are interested?

      1. Hi thanks for being so prompt in replying to me, like I said I was a very close friend with both Roy and Jim and I’m going to send you a missive sometime over the next few days which I will go over in great detail about life with all that crowd during that era, I have trying like mad to try and pinpoint you in the scheme of things during that era because of your age I guess 16/17 maybe 18 at the most at that time you would have stood out like dogs balls as we we’re mostly aged late twenties or in my case 30, were you from that house down the street past St Cuthberts on Fordwych Road that Donavon lived in or the house next door with the dopedealers and Carnaby Street street traders ? All the best
        Peace and love seems to have gone out of the window these days
        John Hall-Freeman

      2. Hi John, I was eighteen – a student and I guess tolerated. I was mad enough. I’ve been a friend of Roy’s these last fifty-three years!!
        I was living out at Ilford and used to troll up on my old motorbike. First time I went to the flat was in 1968. We might well have met eh?
        Yeah peace and love are a distant memory!!
        I would love to hear your tales!!

      3. Opher thanks mate …..I have wrote a long missive about ten pages in notes on my new MacBook and am trying to figure out how to enter from Mac notes in this comment box I not as computer literate as my wife and kids{ I am very good using audio design program though ] plus I would not like them to see some of the gory details that I have written up for you anything I say you could be communicated to Roy but I would like this material restricted as my family are pretty straight and my wife maintains her contacts with the medical profession, she prefers my hippie credentials to lie in my heavy use of permaculture on the hobby farm etc .As an ex teacher I think you a very good at reading between the lines!!!!
        Their is one thing you could get from Roy and that is the current address of his wonderful ex-wife Monica she is one of the most important person that I would love to reconnect with along with Fred after these years.
        Over the past couple of days I have read quite a bit of your online material and feel that on a face to face over a bottle of fine wine we would get on quite well ?
        All the best and keep on keeping on.
        regards John Basil

      4. Hi John – I would certainly keep everything private. It would be nice to talk to Roy about it though!
        Unfortunately Mocy died of cancer a number of years ago. Very sad. She was a lovely lady. Last I heard Fred was still around though!
        It certainly would be great to chill out with a bottle of wine. Maybe one day??
        What’s with the names? (Basil/Hall-Freeman?)

      5. John – yes – so sorry to have been the bearer of sad news. It’s twenty-one years since Mocy went. Nick wrote a song or two for her (as had Roy of course).
        I’ll ask Nick and Roy about Fred when we next talk.
        Looking forward to reading your missive!!

      6. Hi John – good to hear from you. It sounds as if you have a few problems there! This getting old lark is a pain. I still find it amazing that I’m still here – and even more strange that Roy is!!
        I’d love to read your stuff! In order to keep it private why don’t you email it to me as an attachment? opher@hotmail.co.uk

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